That is literally not what they are saying at all. We have proof of people doing things very similar to this, so the unverified claim is within the realm of plausibility.

I mean…

Like I said I have no idea if it’s real or not, but given the scale of confirmed nonsense it could be.

But why the transition from Mastodon to Twitter/Facebook? Like I know it’s a mast link of a Twitter picture but I mean in general I see more twitter screenshots.

Because there are problems out there that you’re not going to feasibly solve on your own.

Think of it this way: do you ever look up anything on the internet? If yes - why did you do that, when you could just find out the information yourself by working from first principles? Likely not only because it’s orders of magnitude faster, but because doing it yourself would probably result in significantly lower quality thank just looking it up on Wikipedia.

LLMs are like search engines on steroids. They really can help you explore problems that have already been described in the literature, so to speak.

But of course that changes how our brains need to be wired. And it’s not necessarily bad. When I was growing up, the adults were really worried that the use of search engines would degrade the ability of children to look things up in the library. And they’re right - I would indeed have a more difficult time going to the library, finding the right shelf, finding the right book, looking through the index, and scanning the pages for the information I was looking for - because that’s a skill that I haven’t practiced because I could just do a web search for the better part of my life. Doing a web search is a different skill.

That’s not to say that this is all fine and just a technological development like any other. I think we do need to be careful about how we use LLMs and when, especially in order to think through problems ourselves. I think that we were already over-reliant on the Internet before LLMs came on the scene, and it will likely get worse now. But the reason that they’re dangerous is because they are in fact really useful tools too.

I start clapping as soon as the plane crash lands.

No, I’m with them. It’s weird to clap. Nobody who had a hand in your safe landing can hear you. The pilots can’t really hear much from the passengers in most aircraft, and are likely focusing on tons of other things.

Probably not because the jerk flight attendant made me leave my party bag on the burning airplane because EVeRyoNE NeeDs TO lEAVe tHeIR bAGS AnD evaCUaTe.

One Christmas, returning from a trip to Florida to visit my parents, I ended up sitting on the plane longer than I’d have liked. My legs tend to hurt when I have to sit still for too long and I was really looking forward to having a chance to stand up. After a while, I did manage to get off the plane (clearly), but of course assumed I would then be forced to muscle my way through the roiling throngs at the baggage claim just to catch a glimpse of luggage belonging to strangers. However, I was mildly pleased to see that I was the first prospector to plumb the mines of Samsonite, and would not have to do battle in the Arena of the Carousel. I was still dejected at the idea of waiting still longer to retrieve my luggage and return to my hovel.

A minute or two later later, the alarm sounded, signalling that the sluices were opening, and, lo, first out of the curtains was a bag that looked suspiciously like mine. It couldn’t be, though. Things like that only happen in fairy tales. As it rounded the bend, though, I saw my initials emblazoned across the side, and my uneasy contentment turned to childlike joy as I seized my bag from the very front of the line. Had I not had a witness with me at the time, I scarcely would have believed it myself.

So anyway, that’s why I jump up and headbutt everyone in front of me as soon as the plane lands now.

After having the airline lose my bag, I will do literally anything to avoid going to baggage claim

I will ship my luggage if I have to but I will never check a bag.

That said, I don’t hop-up so I can wait hunched over at my seat. It’s not hard to wait your turn.

More waiting time at the baggage claim?

You check luggage? Not everyone does. I just took a three week trip with a backpack that fits under the seat and a carry on. Waiting for luggage is so awful. What good is getting off the plane quickly? I mean how are people so okay with flying several hours then waiting minutes more just to stand. I want to be moving and stretching, to get home and shower. Last thing I wanna do is sit 10 more minutes because people are slow

I mean, as long as you’re standing out of the way that’s perfectly fine to stretch your legs. Just don’t stand in the aisle while people are trying to get bags and move toward the front.

splonch smergle. eckdasitly, plorb donkwilligan.

My old car had a name. Piece of shit cunty rustbucket.

My car doesn’t have a name but my motorcycle has heaps. It gets a new one each time it won’t start

I know multiple people who’ve named their vehicle “start you bastard”.

My guitars have names. Gloria and Susannah. They’re both older than I am, so I feel like they’ve earned names.

how?
you had exactly 0℅ influence on the outcome of landing that plane.
would they congratulate you on driving home safe?
because at least you have some say in that.

There’s nothing more human than treating a symptom in counterproductive ways while avoiding the real cause with ridiculous levels of mental gymnastics, because it obviously cannot be that one thing. If it was then we’d have to actually do something about it, which we clearly don’t need to!

Hes a syndrom?

Everyone can have mental problem! And when everyone’s insane… …no one will be.

🤖🫂🐵

How? How do you reach them? What’s the method? Generally?

If there’s a way, sure, but once you get into thought terminating stuff its really hard, whole point is anchoring/ratcheting bad changes, and this tech is good for ending thoughts.

I am interested in your theories about how Trump could ever be saved.

Please make her stop having Scarlett Johanson’s voice as well