certbot? cronjob? certcronbotjob…croncertjobbot…certjobcronbot…cronbotcertjob…

Wait…just now!? Lol, even in online tech circles where people are completely willing to throw their morals in the trash in exchange for a job, it’s been well known for quite some time now that Palantir is the tippity top of “sell your soul for money” place to work at. This was long before Thiel was in the news and Palantir was selling data and tech to ICE.

Why would it be surprising that you sold your soul to a bunch of fascists, and if you’re already working there, do you have even the slightest shred of morality left to even say a word about it!? Apparently so, but talk about drinking the company Kool-Aid. Damn…

And/or Jewish people, conflating Zionism with Judaism like an asshole.

Tucker is going full fash. Time for him to huddle around Fuentes for that good ol’ hellfire warmth, with all the clicks, views, and ad revenue that audience brings…oh and hate…so much hate. Tucker knows (and hates) his audience so well.

I want to see the end of Trump as much as the next person, but you’d have to be blind to not see what’s coming next.

They also did it in Solar Opposites.

When I have trouble concentrating on what I’m reading be it for work, education, or pleasure, as long as I’m in a space that allows for it, I’ll read aloud. It’s surprising how much more enjoyable/bearable this makes it.

Also, if fiction, you can practice your acting skills during character dialogue, which can be fun/mildly embarrassing.

Let’s be clear to all billionaires and their sycophantic accolades. You cannot hide from the masses. Your islands, your bunkers, your space stations. None of it matters. Wherever you are, we have already found you, we have already eaten your flesh, we have already ensured your genetic line does not get to survive. Fuck you and yours forever.

Oh the absolute worst one. Everyone gets locked in eternal solitary confinement with no lights, no touch, you don’t know if your whole body’s gone numb or there just isn’t even ground beneath your non existent feet. When you try to touch yourself there’s nothing there and yet you are painstakingly aware of somehow existing. Every nanosecond feels like an eternity and you’re constantly being flayed, drowning, burned alive, raped, and jump scared by the worse horrors you never imagined could possibly exist. You never ever pass out or sleep or have any form of respite except to give you context to your indescribable suffering. You hold only so much memory as to know there once was a time so much better than this, and you never figure out that you’re dead/immortal because that might cause you to become psychologically numb to it, so even that you don’t have going for you.

Anyways, yes, the worst one, that one. I choose that one.

Dear Erika Kirk,

Your late husband was a scourge on the world and he died a death too clean for his own good. We’d say it’s disgusting you’re using your husband’s death as a platform to spread more misinformation and hate, but we suppose it’s fitting that his memory is besmirched by your fucking lunacy. We wish you all the worst save perhaps your late husband’s fate you pathetic pathetic excuse for a human being.

Sincerely,

Most of The United States Population

Looks intriguing. I’ll give it the usual 3 episode try. Thanks!

I won’t lie, and I’m sure some would have some criticisms, but that sounds like a good enough cure to me.

Well there’s always this more “humane” take:

I’m inclined to recommend a far far harsher form of justice. 💀

It’s good…and bad. I dunno. I asked ChatGPT to update some basic CRUD functions in client side javascript a couple days ago so that it followed a UML schematic more accurately… and it just took my entire code base and wrapped it in a single class…and that was it.

So then I was like no, here’s some sample classes from the UML and here’s some properties and how these methods map to these functions I wrote before, get it?

And then, yeah, it did the thing I wanted…so…cool? I mean, sure, you can call it skill issues with prompting, but man, I’ve been coding with this thing for some time now, and sometimes I’m just like, “I miss stack overflow man”…and shit…I never thought I’d ever say that.

Sure, coding was slower, and maybe you didn’t find the thing you needed to fix your problem, but that friction taught you so much and you made friends (and enemies) as you tried to get an answer to your problem. Now we’re all missing out on that and just making the AI sort of kind of not really better.

Must have been some Mad Honey.

Life drawing. I took a class at least twice a week for 6 years back in college and was a TA for a semester. I also just enjoy teaching those with a desire to learn.

EDIT: wrong time amount.

Nice try, but the legend of Windows 11 is just that, a legend…a story we tell young children when we want them to behave themselves… right?..

Live out the dystopian future that is Westworld.