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Cake day: August 31st, 2023

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  • A friend in high school made nude drawings of another mutual friend. It was weird he showed me but he was generally an artsy guy and I knew he was REALLY into this girl and it was kind of in the context of showing he his art work. I reconnected with the girl years later and talked about this and while she said it was weird she didn’t really think much of it. Rather, the creepy part to her was that he showed people.

    I don’t think we can stop horny teens from making horny content about their classmates, heck, I know multiple girls who wrote erotic stories featuring classmates. The sharing (and realism) is what turns the creepy but kind of understandable teenage behavior into something we need to deal with





  • I hate this but I also get it.

    A little while ago on the TWIT podcast one of the guests, or maybe Leo himself, was talking about how this is exactly what they want out of AI, for it to be able to know how they use their computer and just streamline everything. Some people are really excited about the possibilities, and yeah, the AI needs to track whatever you’re doing to know how to help you with your work flow.

    That said, I don’t want Microsoft keeping track of everything I’m doing. They’ve already shown that they’re willing to sell our data and shove ads down our throats, so as much as they say we can filter out what we don’t want tracked, I’m not inclined to trust or believe them.



  • Older siblings always gotta help out with the homework, the tradition lives on.

    I was always on the big brother side of this. My favorite was when my younger brother suddenly remembered they had to build a model of an imaginary animal and write a report on it the night before the due date. We stayed up while I built a model out of paper with a K’Nex skeleton and we talked about the stuff that he could write about it.

    I thought it was all really scuffed and rushed but somehow he got an A







  • A flash of light and a clap of thunder assaults your senses.

    As your vision clears, this proud warrior stands before you.

    “What year is it?” He demands.

    “20- uh 2024?” You stammer.

    The warrior stumbles as the words reach him, his world, his purpose crumbling. “Too late to save him… This time line is lost. Forgive me Harambe” he whispers to himself in anguish.