If that first line is your takeaway, you clearly didn’t actually read my post, in which I said my last console was an SNES.

So to presume my knowledge of modern consoles and belittle me because you’re wrong … breathtaking. I’ve no interest in a Switch. I posted this not because it has any chance of affecting me but because it seemed like news people who might want a switch could use. That’s the purpose of a news-aggregation site.

You know it’s serious when an Octavia gets involved. I’ll take a look.

First rave I went to, with a dormmate, was mostly techno (as defined in 1997) with some HHC. Those tend to be pretty chill folks, which one might be surprised by, given the energy of the music. I still felt completely out of place, and she promised she’d take me to a better rave.

It would be another two years until I went to another party. Said dormmate came back from Texas for the summer and got me fully into the rave scene. I was at a bar a few months later in Victoria, B.C., where my girlfriend’s abusive ex accosted her. Only time I’ve fully sobered up instantly, just to get her out of there.

I had quite a few pleasant party experiences, but when shit goes south, it’s not a gradual process. In my experience, it’s been 0-60 in less time than it takes for Elon to go to 1939.

But it sounds like you’ve made a good friend. As to the one who got me into all this? She was the opposite … looked dyke as fuck but was actually straight … just more interested in being a catalyst than a partner.

What you have in common takes a back seat to whether you get along in any situation. Looking after each other is what matters; you did that; and she noticed and appreciated it. Lean into and appreciate these moments.

The error sounds like a good time in aggregate.

Apropos of recent other news, we had two printers at my college paper for getting things out to paste up onto the flats. They were both fully PostScript compatible, making them infuriatingly slow in 1998.

One was known on the network as Shiva. The other was The Pope. There was a ritual on deadline … “Someone go stroke The Pope,” sort of a superstitious belief that output would happen faster that way. We’d literally pet it in hopes of faster pages. Whether it worked? Likely not.

Oh, yeah. Hilarity at its finest. Just call it a glorified database and a day.

This is “adults” playing “NOT ME, U.”

It’s almost like monopolies are bad. If only there were a board game to teach us about this.

I’m sure that, as with Equifax, there will be no consequences. Shareholders didn’t rebel then; why would they in the face of a massive LLM breach?

Much of the really horrific stuff moved over to Discord or E2EE apps long ago. Xitter is for trolling.

Another analysis.

Much of it with Random Capitalization and a generous Serving of ALL CAPS to show he’s as Serious as an emo Teen.

I mean, our national security leaders have been an incompetent mess since oh, say, late January. That and Trump’s inability to walk away from a grift places this fully on brand for the junta.

“We like Qatar, don’t we, folks?”

I continue making zero progress on either finding a job or assistance getting the van in driveable condition. The laptop is at least reliably charging again, but the remote for my lighting is still missing, and god only knows where in this mess my wallet is, meaning I can’t replace it (a $7 kit) because Walmart doesn’t accept tap to pay.

All of this is somewhat on the back burner because we have a heat wave starting tomorrow expected to produce the highest temperatures ever recorded in May. So not just daily records; straight out climate change in action.

The fan I have above the bed does its level best, but past around 95F, I have to take my shirt off so it becomes an evaporative cooler, and it’s still miserable. That’s also about the point where my laptop overheats and shuts down. I have an ice pack in the “freezer” to hold against it, but that’s not willing to go below about 50F anymore, so it’s of limited value compared with a 0F one.

We’re supposed to hit 105F on Wednesday – which is August weather. So I do not have high hopes for what this week brings.

Confidence mixed with a lack of domain knowledge is a tale as old as time. There’s not always a con in play – think Pizzagate – but this certainly isn’t restricted to LLMs, and given the training corpus, a lot of that shit is going to slip in.

It’s really unclear where we go from here, other than it won’t be good.

You can have your Level 5 car just as soon as we’ve tackled jet packs and fusion reactors. Priorities!

Oh, they have ideas to benefit people, just the rich already in power. Punching down is the GOP’s calling card.

Why play the game if you’ll never win?

And here we arrive at my decision to build out a van. I’d like to be a functioning member of society, but I lost purchasing power every year from 2003 onward despite advancing in my career. Can’t buy nice things or afford vacations, and you want me to make you even richer? Fuck off.

I’ve not spent much time on Twitch, but my impression is the content is often irrelevant, as viewers are mostly there for the associated chat room.

This is peak SoCo (South Congress) … I had a hunch ahead of clicking the link that this would be an Austin story. It also appears the Post has (correctly) broken with the AP and made us a dateline city.

All that said, it sounds like she’s sacrificing those crucial years of life when you still have youth and energy by deciding to forgo any IRL socializing.