“Rain is a very special blessing,” my mother says. Even when I was little, she’d already been saying it to my sister and me for as long as I could remember. Just as my grandmother had said it to her, when my mother was not my mother but only herself, in the dry Texas summers of her own childhood. Eons ago and continents away, as children reckon these things.
Continue readingGenAI Is Worse Than Soulless
Writing and art created by LLMs has taken us to a stretch of the uncanny valley so deep I’m starting to worry about ender dragons. It’s not just soulless, it’s worse than soulless, because it’s made to imitate having a soul but doesn’t quite make it.
Modern AIs have artificial souls. Substitute souls. They’re the astroturf of art; the hydrogenated oil of human thought and creativity.
No wonder they’re literally driving people insane.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: put a stop to it!
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The Optimal Oreo Stuf Multiplier Is Two-Thirds
Regular Oreos don’t have quite enough, but double stuf is too much. Don’t @ me.
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The Golden Rule of Self-Care
When you’re suffering, drained, or otherwise in need, imagine your best friend going through the same struggle.
What would you do for them? How would you help? What advice would you give?
Then, do that for yourself. Because you deserve care, too.
“Care unto yourself as you would care unto others.”
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Wish I Were Here, pt. II
C’mon Trike, that’s just mean. At least wait until after I’ve left for work…
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She Likes Vehicles
My spouse: “Hey sweetie, you get to dress up as your favorite Christmas character for school tomorrow. What do you want to go as?”
My 8yo (confused): “Christmas character?”
Me: “Yeah, like Santa or the Grinch.”
Spouse: “Or you could dress like one of the characters from The Polar Express.”
(The Polar Express is the kids’ favorite Christmas movie)
8yo (thinking): “…I want to be the train.”
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Mal…Uh…Never Mind
Are they doing this on purpose? Am I being pranked?? How many different misspellings can they come up with???
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Office Problems, pt. III
These signs showed up in every bathroom in the building a little while ago. Who the heck has been standing on the toilets??
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Proud
My daughter: “Hey dad, want to hear a joke? It’s a pun.”
Me, responding to my love language: “Absolutely!”
Her: “What do you call a T-Rex that’s also a sword?”
Me: “I don’t know, what?”
Her: “A dino-sword.”
Me:
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Worst. Flowchart. Ever.
Can’t afford a nice birthday party for my daughter –> feel bad about being poor –> ask friends to help out –> feel bad for asking favors –> no one responds –> feel bad for being alone –> but then they do –> feel bad for feeling alone before –> …
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In Search of Secrets 