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The post Xitter web has spawned soo many āesotericā right wing freaks, but thereās no appropriate sneer-space for them. Iām talking redscare-ish, reality challenged āculture criticsā who write about everything but understand nothing. Iām talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. Theyāre inescapable at this point, yet I donāt see them mocked (as much as they should be)
Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldnāt be surgeons because they didnāt believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I canāt escape them, I would love to sneer at them.
(Credit and/or blame to David Gerard for starting this.)
personal vent: at my job yesterday i had to come up with a few fake book titles/author combinations for a project. a fun little task and opportunity to hide some cheeky easter eggs. so, i came up with a few and then asked my coworkers to share in the fun. one of them though just couldnāt come up with anything at all, and eventually just resorted to āasking chat gptā.
mind you, i work a creative job, and so do my coworkers. this is a minor thing i guess, but it just made me very sad. how could you just outsource your creative joy to some mindless word salad machine?
Man, knowing nothing else about your coworker, they sound like a completely joyless person. Coming up with fake titles for things is like, such a high fun-to-effort ratio. āCreativity and the essence of Human Experienceā by Chat GPT. Boom, thereās one. āCooking With Olive Oilā by Sam Altman. āIQ184ā by Harukiezer Murakowsky. This is so fun and easy that itās basically hack outside of situations where it is solicited.
not joyless at all. i suspect theyāre creatively worn out. if you make a job out of your hobby, etc etc. combine that with habitual chatbot use and there you go. itās overall just grim honestly. iāll change vocation though if iām ever forced to partake in the slop at work, thankfully so far that hasnāt happened yet.
Ah, gotcha. fwiw I wasnāt saying that to say ājoyless people are badā; burnout also tends to look like joylessness.
Is NP P or is NP not P, thats the question, by Scott Scottersons-Scottsson
Quantum Computing Since Diogenes by Karl Snarx
Sorry to ask to dissect the frog, but whatās the story behind Altman and olive oil?
Kind of a fluff story (archive) where saltyās douchiness is on full display.
I referenced it because fake book titles are throwaway jokes, you can reference something hyperspecific and not have to worry about whether or not someone will get it, because they might not even notice it at all.
God, we had so much fun doing this at my uni when creating an example DB table for an exam (only it was fake song/band combinations). Are you sure your coworker isnāt a robot themselves?
This story gives āBezos buying random cassettes at the gas stationā doesnāt it?