well that’s sort of the point of this comic because the one thing you’d really want it to be good enough to do and would love to be able to trust something to do for you is the tax and all the other tasks in the comics are things you were pretty well able to do yourself before, probably wanted to do before, and if not exactly wanted, at least didn’t want something else to displace you in by taking over doing that task from now onwards especially if it was your actual job before. If displacing human workers for those tasks was the only problem, it’d be a sad but familiar story of progress but the fact that AI, at least for now is incapable of doing the part we’d all really love to have done for us is just the diarrhea icing on the dog turd cake.

What do they say again about little hands?

My cat likes to sit on the desk in the little space between my pen tablet and the brick size external hard drive I use, and nod off to sleep while I work.

Yesterday she did this peacefully for hours until out of nowhere, I assume because of a bad dream maybe, she woke up suddenly by jumping in to the air knocking over the expensive hard drive I was working off of and then also, upon seeming to realize she wasn’t comfortably laying on the desk anymore but instead in the midst of a rapid descent towards it from a height, proceeded to kick every limb in a panic and also me in the process. Good times.

GenZ is sitting quietly reading a printed newspaper and only speaks in a universally recognizable lexicon with no cohort specific affectations?

I like to imagine a little escape pod coming out of the Reddit bubble and drifting in to the Lemmy dot representing my migration.

Looks like Paul Walker with a wig

I think somewhere around the middle of high school the storyline started to really fall apart and now in it I’m at various times a successful and likeable actor/astronaut/musician/academic/author/just a salt of the earth everyday guy that everyone somehow has respect for and comes to for advice/race car driver/activist/underground resistance fighter. And I’m also magnanimous and generous, but somehow also dishing it out to the all the wankers I have to deal with.

I think after the exhaustion of adulthood and fuckwits and my own mediocrity the quality and vividness of my daydreams has dulled to just a kind of cartoon version of me having a much better time or telling someone who’s done me wrong to fuck themselves.

On an old coloured plastic iMac too.