If you’re like me and you work with computers for a living and you don’t really want to put in the hard work of fixing computers at home, you can do what I did. Which is to download an abliterated local AI and tell it what the problem is and what specs you’re working with and it will almost always fix it for you in like five minutes.

And when it doesn’t fix it in five minutes, it will destroy your operating system with whatever commands it tells you to paste in a terminal, and you were going to be wiping and reinstalling it anyway, so nothing lost.

Good idea would be to create a version of yourself in your head with a set date five years from now.

Write down what they have achieved and what they have going for them.

Compare yourself to that as you approach that five-year date.

Having a dog that speaks Cantonese would be a great way to get a girlfriend that speaks both English and Cantonese, and make a shit ton of money as the dog talks to people, and the girlfriend translates.

Yeah, you could probably have a very short but lucrative career being like a mesmerist on TV with that.

Thanks, that helps a lot.

I mean, it could also be a “like” potion.

You drink the potion and everyone you meet just kind of likes you.

Of course, if it goes wrong, then everyone you meet likes you a little bit too much. And that’s when you would need that restraining order potion sprunt mentioned.

I also kind of want to know why the fuck the police officers were in his bathroom in the first place.

My stepdad once made coleslaw that smelled like burnt rubber. Me and my siblings told him that we would not eat the coleslaw, it would taste like burnt rubber. And he tried to convince us that since we had never eaten burnt rubber before in the past, that we couldn’t possibly know what burnt rubber tastes like, and therefore we should eat the coleslaw.

It turned into an hours-long argument about how you don’t have to actually eat burnt rubber in order to know what burnt rubber smells like, and that there’s no good reason for coleslaw to smell like burnt rubber.

In the end, me and my siblings won, and we did not eat the coleslaw, but I don’t understand how you can cook coleslaw… no, wait, you don’t even cook coleslaw!

I don’t know how you can prepare coleslaw so poorly as to have it smell like burnt rubber, and I don’t know how you can be so married to your burnt rubber coleslaw that you would attempt to force children to eat it, regardless of the fact that it smells like burnt fucking rubber.

advertising and privacy

Some people think it’s great that the ads that are following them around all of the time from device to device and always knows exactly what they want before they do is a nice thing.

But advertisers sometimes know more about you than you do, and that is disturbing, and they are monetizing them every facet of your life.

Even if you can only block 20 to 50% of the ads, you are doing yourself a great service.

Even more so if you can poison them somehow.

The less accurate information global corporations have about you, the better it will be for you.

Even so, it was transmitted electronically out into the universe.

The ripples of the song will not fade until the universe does.

The singer may have changed but the song will never end.

Yeah, the ideal of the internet was that, ultimately, we would all have our own little box in our house that we would post our stuff to, and our friends would read it and see it, and maybe a few passers by on the internet would observe it, and that would be a way of journaling our lives and sharing them with each other.

Instead of being a global hearth, it has become a global marketplace, a battleground for power in the form of advertising revenue, sales revenue, and tracking every bit of data they can possibly get from you.

This is so that, 1, they can sell more things to you, and 2, so they can sell that information to other people who, like themselves, do not have your best interest in mind and do not care one fuck about you.

In the way that only crazy, sexually oppressed wasps ever can be.

For me, it really depends on my mentality, but for the most part, I have the sneaking suspicion that if you’re not occasionally downvoted, then you’re doing something wrong.

Like, you do not have to be a flawless member of the Hive Mind. It is okay to think for yourself and have your own opinions, you know?

Your sandwich is all wibbly wobbly.

My childhood friend was like that. His name was Tim. Everyone liked him. He was loud, he was brash. He was a bigger guy. He was not very attractive, but he had charismatic personality, and people were drawn to him.

And he was such a douchebag.

I haven’t talked to him in, like, a decade. But last I heard, he was still just douchebagging it up everywhere. No job broke as shit. People still coming over to his house to smoke weed and watch tv even though they’re in their freakin’ 30s and 40s and shit.

I wonder how long it’ll be before somebody murders someone with a robot that they’re piloting.

I just tell them I run a private cloud. It’s so much easier because they understand in general “cloud equals internet”

I am well aware of the consequences of my decision, lol.

It’s a small price to pay.

I would go into red dwarf and age at the normal speed and then go to the backwards time dimension and grow younger. I like pop out 10 years younger, 10 years from now and just really annoy the shit out of everybody.