I wonder what happens when the work is done and all jobs are successfully automated away. It makes very little sense how a stable world could exist where 10 guys own EVERYTHING.
I wonder what happens when the work is done and all jobs are successfully automated away. It makes very little sense how a stable world could exist where 10 guys own EVERYTHING.
You didn’t think he actually went down the chimney, did you? Man pries the roof up and squeezes through, obviously!
You’ve been fortunate lol
I’ve been on walks in parks that got too close to someone’s nest and been charged. Those maniacs have serated tongues and beaks. I’m not kidding. You don’t want to be bit by these maniacs
https://a-z-animals.com/blog/goose-teeth-everything-you-need-to-know/
Q*, eh? Show us!
There are a lot of LLMs. None hold a candle to OpenAI’s models still.
This will change in time, but right now OpenAI is still in front
How dare you. I live for seasonal goose fly bys
When people ask me if AI is going to lead to utopia or dystopia, I say it all depends on how it’s used.
1 point for dystopia
I’ve got news for this article: Having a steady job doesn’t make you a breadwinner
“War” isn’t the correct term
Praise Mother Theia!
So they know it’s DOA. Fund bombing children by sacrificing the institution designed to catch tax evasion?
Really letting that freak flag fly!
Virtue signaling is usually less genocidal
And IF anything is done about it, it’ll cost less than the profits generated
Right!? I want to enjoy the innebriation on my own terms! Alcohol gets payback. Weed leaves a kiss on your forehead.
lmao it’s unironically a go-to for me now.
Fry some spam
Sandwich it in 2 eggos. Cheese. Sriracha-honey sauce.
Throw that removed in an air fryer
chefs kiss
Sometimes, you just want to feel the movie differently. Or combine THC high with a runners high and feel light as a feather. Or to give yourself the courage to mix up lunch and try a fried spam, cheese, Sriracha honey sauce Eggo sandwich.
Or you’ve been meaning to clean the whole house with that album you’ve been meaning to hear blasting from your pocket.
Or sometimes, I do nothing at all in a comfy chair outside by the bird feeder. Just watch the clouds spin overhead and dream of where you are in the universe. Or stare at yourself. Or empty your mind entirely and just breathe. Or listen.
No one knows when weed is getting in the way of life instead of augmenting it better than you. Enjoy responsibly, my friends!
BLOCKING IN THE NAME OF
D’aww the poor dears. Wouldn’t wanna make them uncomfortable
pinches cheek