I’m fine; I’ve just been being quiet.
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I’m fine; I’ve just been being quiet.
“Every story is about death” – Tuxedomoon
I was looking at some pictures (they were unavoidable) of the queen’s lying-in-state, and I noticed an odd thing.
We are the heroes of our own mythology.
A typical AI model like GPT-3 now contains beelyuns (billions) of decision-points – it’s a huge probability map of all of the potential answers that have generally been given before.
Michael Bell, the master smith at Dragonfly Forge has a sort of traditional-looking Roman workbench that he uses for blade shaping.
This is in the “weird tales of nuclear bombs or power” department. I don’t get enough of these, so I won’t make it a cagegory.
I stumbled across this because one of my social media feeds is entirely dedicated to trolley car problems.
I do not actually think this is the case, but if I were writing a spy story, it would be the obvious “angle.”
Monday, I set myself on fire. It wasn’t too bad, but it was definitely not any kind of good. My face felt sunburned for a couple days, and my mustache was all crispy. My eyebrows are still OK, along with my eyeballs, but my bangs are gone. I got my arm up and covered my face (put it out) pretty fast.