As an Aquarius limp ramen noodle, I can relate to this horoscope. Trick is, I HAVE gotten used to being alone, and enjoy it. Now I’m going to go and weep quietly in the corner.
As an Aquarius limp ramen noodle, I can relate to this horoscope. Trick is, I HAVE gotten used to being alone, and enjoy it. Now I’m going to go and weep quietly in the corner.
Dear Santa:
All I want for Christmas is for someone to mod this into FO:NV.
You have about a week or so. Get to coding you fat, jolly, bastard.
Bakula, Baio, Joplin, Walker, Welland, Foley, Stapp, Van Pelt, Hamilton, Glenn, Adams, Ian Rosenfield, Adkins, Steiner, Peterson, Travis, Murray, Aukerman… And so many more.
All the Scotts.
Not to be confused with the Scots, which are people from Scotland.
–Check the bottom of my own toaster.
Thank you for improving my life a little, fellow dumbass.
“Cold snap” he says, staring at you Wisconsinly.
Micropterus salmoides
Go on, Google it.
I am curious if the platform is going to take action. I certainly don’t support SSSniperwolf or her channel, nor do I find Jacksfilms all that entertaining, but no one deserves to have their info squirted out to 50 million people. A certain small percentage of which will be simps for SW, and a percentage of those willing to take “revenge” on Jack to try and impress her.
Parasocial relationships are a bitch.
Sees Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader: “I see you are a cat owner of scholarship and refinement.”
Got three of those monster sized books–
One each movies, music, and software. Plus two shelves of blurays and a further three old spindles of software.
You can pry my physical media out of my cold, dead, hand.
They were all over the Kentuckiana area, and really good. I don’t think you’re allowed to open a small gas station unless you have a jar or two on the counter.
I think their quite tasty too.
60 miles away from the broadcast center, but luckily in a very flat area. I still have an old-school antenna set up on a tower and rotor, and can pull in between 25-30 stations if you include the digital substations.
I got this set up from Radio Shack in the early 80s. Cable made me regret it for a long time, but let’s hear it for laziness allowing me to get good use out of it since I clipped all but internet service.
Bonus: you can split out the signal and hook the antenna up to home stereos, and get TONS of FM stations that even my car won’t pick up.
Old stuff gets useful again! Yay!
I admire your positive thinking, but it may also provide plausible deniability for legitimate CSAM, by your own logic. Either way, I see this being used to bully, blackmail, or worse. It’s not that we are going to stop AI development, nor that we should. Perhaps as it improves (remember, right now it’s the worst it will ever be), we can teach AI to recognize when it may be used for purposes like creating realistic CSAM or other such material, and have it log or report such uses.
I honestly don’t know the solution, but I don’t see the world ever getting “ho-hum, it’s all fake anyway” about minor involved pornography.
Looks delicious, and like a great meal for morning energy.
What’s the drink?
Well, I’ve learned something today. Who knew how dangerous those flavorings could be?
I don’t know why I’m laughing, but I’m laughing harder than I have in a long time. Quality posting.
Not if you’re coming from the other direction.
Oregon Trail, on cassette, on a RadioShack TRS-80 in the school library.
Gaming heaven.
Started with the 8" bastards on a dedicated word processor (with a 12" CRT, green phospher glow, and typwriter style printer built right into the top of the unit!) that my dad had for medical filekeeping at his office.
It’s been amazing watching storage tech from those to zip drives, and now, floppies of any kind are dying.
Fistula maybe? They are more common in cows, but not unheard of in pigs.
Either way… Well, if you can’t bring yourself to eat the meat…
Beautifully done.
My dumb ass initially missed the lowercase L, and read your headline as A.I. Pastor. Then I contemplated a completely robotic church, and, thanks to your pic, got really hungry.
But mostly I just want to start the “Robots to save your soul” campaign and automate religion.
Welcome to the church, fellow human. Please attend to the baptismal dunking machine. That’s Henry, our resident industrial arm robot. 7487 pitches this week, and he’s never missed. Alexa will take your confession in the next booth. Don’t worry, anonymity is a thing of the past, and your confessed sins will be reflected in your Amazon shopping list. Finally, the two vending machines will provide the body and blood of Christ, both expertly prepared on the spot with both wine and grape juice options available.