laranis

Not going to spend a second trying to find the answer, but I wonder if the odds-makers are distinguishing between who wins the election and who is the next leader of the United States. Because those may be different things.

Wait, but which is which?

Bonafided use of AI.

Decided on a whim to fix up an old car from the 80s. I was able to tear it down to the frame and reassemble it with not much more than a set of imperial wrenches. That's a bit of an oversimplification but not much. And while there was a lot that could go wrong there was nothing that was a black box where you could get to a point where if something was wrong you would throw up your hands and say, “Oh, well. Guess this is garbage now!” Different time, I guess.

The long story here is that they made the bed they're laying in. Treating Trump as a serious leader, either out of fear or greed, instead of protecting the integrity of journalism and, by extension, democracy has led us here.

Wild.

But which of my 300 "few minute chores" do I start with?

Aside from coding assistants, the other use case I've come across recently is sentiment analysis of large datasets from free text survey responses. Just started exploring it so not sure how well it works yet, but the ridiculous amount of bias I see introduced in manual reviews is just awful. A machine can potentially be less inclined to try fitting summaries to the VP's presupposed opinion than some lackie interns or self serving consultancy.

As in, design it? Or, print and fold the cardboard?

There was another thread recently about what happened in your life that made you no longer feel like a child. I think for me one of those things was realizing that the price of things has very little to do at all with the cost of creating that thing.

I have become that cliche where I genuinely look forward to getting socks under the tree on Christmas morning.

I'm a grown ass man who can at any point in any day decide to get in my automobile and go to any store and buy a mountain of socks, or order a pallet of socks to be drop-shipped to the door of my grown up house on a whim.

But I prefer to suffer holy toes and see through heels in anticipation of starting fresh on Christmas morn.

When I realized this in my soul, I was no longer a child.

I keep my car's gas tank half full, at least, at all times. Any disaster in my region (except something cataclysmic) I think I'd be able to get far enough away from to protect our lives.