I hate it because I love the way it looks, but I could never use one.

This is my favorite one so far.

RIP to all of the Freshmen.

Yes, the publishers have a solid catalog of games they have published. Those games were selected and published by people with great minds. I hope they all land in their feet and continue to publish great games.

They have a solid catalog and a lot of talent on board. I hope everyone is able to land on their feet. It would be a shame to lose out on those great minds.

The desperation is setting in. He bet it all on this movie and he knows he’s fucked. Good luck, Frank. I hope you are innocent of the charges, for your sake.

But they still can’t see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch…

I mean… you went to Bing to search for a program. That’s something that a new or inexperienced user would do, and Bing tried to help. It gave a direct link to the software (a link which I just tested to be working and safe on a virtual machine), it instructed how to do it using the official website, and then as a third option, it gave a link to the website.

I know that a lot of people will automatically assume a site like Softonic is loaded with malware (and I don’t have the time to refute all of those claims) but the download they provided of the software was just a mirror of the official download and came with no added malware, spyware, or adware. Use at your own risk, but OP is pretty clearly fearmongering in an attempt to get people to give them internet points.

It was just that one time and he said he was sorry.

“Second place gets bottom shelf dick,” as my grandmother was fond of saying.

#notallmen

Oh. no, I’m not saying that this is something that Trump would say, it just has all the cadence of someone with early onset dementia. It is written like how he speaks, thus “Trump’s Speech Writer” and not Trump himself.

I think I found Trump’s Speech Writer’s account.

I mean, sure, fine, maybe they don’t, but goddamn, their lead in is atrocious:

The datacenter industry is set to emit 2.5 billion tonnes of greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions worldwide between now and the end of the decade, three times more than if generative AI had not been developed.

Yeah, and the automobile industry would produce significantly less if the car had never been invented.

I’m sorry for the snark. For some real numbers, in 2019, global air flight was just a hair under 1 billion. That is significantly higher than the emissions for datacenters. I’m not trying to say that we shouldn’t be looking at the carbon footprint of data centers. What I’m saying is that if your lead in is “This is more because if we didn’t have it there would be less,” you don’t have a strong premise to stand on. That is poor journalism, and like the majority of other things I see related to AI, it’s there to get clicks, because AI is a hotbutton issue, and it’s easy to be on the side that rails against it.

Yeesh, they have Megalopolis next month, and that’s gonna tank, too. Lionsgate isn’t looking so hot.

You know how everyone makes jokes about how all you have to do to get funding for your new company is to throw “AI” into the company name? Well, turns out the same goes for clicks. Motherfuckers will read anything as long as it’s about how bad AI is.

Back during Covid I was temporarily laid off for several months because I work a restaurant that was closing until the end of the pandemic. It was the first time that I truly had nothing to do for as long as I could remember, so I did what I thought I should do, and turned off my alarm clock. I’ve always been a wild dreamer, and I dream vividly every night all the way through until I wake. Sometimes they are vignettes, sometimes its a whole-ass life in my dreams, but they are always there, every night.

At first I would pop up at 9am like I did for work, but eventually I got used to it, and I stopped waking up early. Soon it was 10:30, noon, 1pm. All the while I was dreaming more and more. With no hard cut off from my alarm clock, my dreams would come to their natural conclusions, which was steadily becoming my death in my dreams. Sometimes violently, sometimes of old age, but it got to where every time I went to sleep, I knew I would die that night, somehow. This isn’t some creepy-pasta or anything, it’s a true story, and I genuinely started getting panic attacks before bed because I didn’t want to dream my own death, again.

Of course, eventually I did the smart thing and turned my alarm back on, but for a while I was locked in my version of Groundhog Day. My already natural nihilism played into all of this, and sometimes I slip into a dark thought about death, and I have a nihilistic version of my inner monologue telling me, “You’ve done it before, and when it happens, just let it happen.” It’s kinda fucked up, and it’s been years now and I still have some issues about it.

The only nostalgia I have for anything Christian was for a Legend of Zelda clone that I played as a kid called Spiritual Warfare. I kinda want to go back and play it, but I have so many other, better things to do.

Yeah! Bite down and give it a good shake!

Back when I was forced to go to church, there used to be drives where we would take a second offering to buy up tickets for Christian movies in the theaters and “give them to people who needed to see the movie.” I went to one once. I was the only one there. Where did that money go, huh?