Frustrating as hell. IT people have to sell their value, continually. Exactly the sort of people who suck at selling.

They chop IT support, shit happens, they fund IT, nothing happens, rinse and repeat.

Had a great job where I was the lone IT guy, got a seat at the table with the other managers and owners. That’s the kinda place you stay at. OTOH, I got a much better offer, they wouldn’t match, not even close, ended up spending FAR more to outsource. LOL, I may ask about going back.

I would never have expected it to run, be shocked if it did. You use AI to get over humps, get new ideas and approaches. It’s excellent for time saving in those cases.

AI isn’t ready to replace coders, but it’s quickly going to make a dent on the numbers needed.

I drive all through AL, but never make it that far north.

Reminds me, there’s a public trail just outside the tiny Navy base down the road. Need to go check on the beaver dams.

This should have the turret voice from Portal.

“Hellooo… Is there anybody there?”

Y’all might enjoy reading Blindsight. Really digs into questions of sapience, intelligence, etc. Is it evolutionary cost worth it? I’ve read it 15+ times. Because I’m a psycho.

“You think we’re nothing but a Chinese Room,” Rorschach sneered. “Your mistake, Theseus.”

And suddenly Rorschach snapped into view—no refractory composites, no profiles or simulations in false color. There it was at last, naked even to Human eyes.

Imagine a crown of thorns, twisted, dark and unreflective, grown too thickly tangled to ever rest on any human head. Put it in orbit around a failed star whose own reflected half-light does little more than throw its satellites into silhouette. Occasional bloody highlights glinted like dim embers from its twists and crannies; they only emphasized the darkness everywhere else.

Imagine an artefact that embodies the very notion of torture, something so wrenched and disfigured that even across uncounted lightyears and unimaginable differences in biology and outlook, you can’t help but feel that somehow, the structure itself is in pain.

Now make it the size of a city.

She was one of two genuine genius level IQs I’ve ever met. She knew.

Genius, looked like an 80s Marilyn Monroe, freak in the sheets, emotional quotient of a rabid possum. Loved that woman.

Tell 'em straight up, “Hold on. Memorizing your name. OK. Done. Hi Mike! I’m Scott, think of my head as a talking Scotty dog. Now we’ll never forget each other!” And you won’t.

Then you already have a mnemonic. I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

Picture a disciple of Jesus washing your feet with his hair and grinning up at you. Done!

Crazier, better.

Just binged almost all of Doctorow’s work. My god, the man is a genius. Even predicted the killing with “Radicalized”. Read that y’all. It was written in 2019.

How old I am:

Translated Paradise City into French for my gf, hand written in a perfumed letter on real stationary. She loved it. Yes, I got laid, but that was happening anyway as we were 18.

You Unix bastards!

Stephen King would laugh his ass off. (He got so addicted to the song, Tabitha about left him. Stuck with him through the booze and cocaine, drove her batshit with Mambo #5.)

Memorizing names couldn’t be easier. Use mnemonics, the more absurd, the better.

For example; You meet a guy named Mike. Picture Mike, right then and there, jamming a huge microphone down his throat. Guy named Scott? Imagine him with a talking Scotty dog head. Take several seconds and concentrate on the image. It’ll sink in permanently, I promise.

Lemmy should love this thing. Spent my first 2-weeks here blocking the non-stop “little girls in sexy outfits with tits bolted on” communities.

“It’s anime! You wouldn’t understand!!!”

OK. It’s still a 12-yo in a sexy outfit with tits. You do you.

70mph wind gusts are barely shy of a CAT 1 hurricane. When we get those, we just shoulder shrug. But in Florida the wind is driving rain, not fucking FIRE.

Even worse, a hurricane doesn’t build on itself. More fire, more heat, more fire, more wind, more fire, rinse and repeat.

Exactly my point. No one is forced to read bullshit on FB.

No, no, no. Some people can say as they choose, some cannot. In any case, we’re all forced to listen to it and participate.

Sorry, that was my wife and I.

Already done it.