Yeah I care about my machine as much as it has my stuff inside, if it is not mine…

It’s a social plugin that used to host many [redacted] opinions, so being private on there had its merits, but at some point it acted like a forum of its own. Now it’s somewhat dead, but not quite.

Disqus had private profiles for years before that and nobody even cared

the user must be a human, so i imagine that being the rationale.

oh, yes, somebody made this a long time ago, in response to the performance of new webpages https://motherfuckingwebsite.com/

they’re actually slower than windows vista, there is said it.

Ok but real advice, people don’t deserve IT supports, if I give clear instructions and they don’t follow them, it’s magically my exclusive fault that their ancient computer had an hardware failure that happens to be completely unrelated to the issue I was tasked with. Please, don’t yell at me. My computer, my issues, your computer, your issues. I had experiences that made me this way, ye’ old tech wizards in your mighty towers too are at risk of meeting assholes.

hhnhnhn polymarket

the time commitement bit is real.

At this point we’re babysittin machines. Machines that need constant reassurance and monitoring otherwise they go crazy. That’s what ai feels like, leaving a computer alone with the ai program interfaces is like that. And they can go haywire even with full human control. Some days they just make stuff up.

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427’s job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."