With six yeas and one nay, and, uh, 1193 abstainers, I'm calling it.

Since it seems to be what most of us want, or at least what most of everyone who took the time to comment wants (I carefully left my own opinions out of this one, you will notice), AI generated content is no longer allowed in Just Post.

No hard feelings to anybody who posted it previously, intentionally or otherwise, and I will leave existing posts alone. Going forward, however, if you spot something that is AI slop and can make a credible case for it, flag it and I will remove it.

Note that "I disagree with this person or their post" is not grounds for you to blithely call it AI.

Be kind to each other, be honest, and always remember that at the end of the day we're all people behind the screen.

Except for the bots, which aren't people. They can go in the wood chipper.

::: spoiler Previous content: That would be feel out, not feel-up, unless you're into that kind of thing in which case I can't help you right now.

Some people aspire to greatness and others have it thrust upon them; so it was for me as well when the lemmy.world admins outright insisted I take over this sub as moderator in the absence of the other listed mod, @[email protected], who has been inactive for almost two years. So far I've left this place as I found it, including leaving that sidebar rather forlorn and barren. The community so far just implicitly inherits the lemmy.world sitewide rules, which we can do nothing about, and that's it.

I'm making a rare appearance here because I noticed the wailing and gnashing of teeth over AI content with the recent Die Hard Lego set post. At the moment I handle moderation based entirely on user reports. If a bunch of people flag something, or just one person who makes a decently compelling case, I'll remove the offending post or comment. A sidenote also to that one guy from the other week who sent me a report over a post they simply disagreed with and did not provide a reason: That one didn't meet my threshold.

Anyhoo, I'm getting the feeling there's a rather strong sentiment around here that people don't like AI generated content. So here's the question:

Should we prohibit posting AI generated stuff here an actual rule? Yea or nay. :::

I'm 60. I was in U.S. public grade school in the 70s and early 80s.

Starting in Junior High, which was grades seven and eight, we were all required to take Physical Education (P.E.) classes, and we were all required to change into P.E. uniforms. The dress code for the school otherwise was minimal.

We changed in the locker room in front of each other, that meant we were nude in front of each other. This was true for girls and boys, of course, we had separate locker rooms.

Furthermore, after class, we were required to shower, which we also did together.

For both junior high and high school it was very much like this. Rows of lockers and open showers at one end. There were high windows along the ceiling to let the steam out.:

It took two or three days for everyone to get comfortable with being nude in front of each other, and that was the end of the problem. It was a small hump to get over, and everyone did, easily. By the end of the week we were all goofing around naked in the shower, like you may have seen in movies or wherever.

I'm curious about your experiences, and whether you think it's harmful or beneficial for kids to be forced to get nude in front of each other for this purpose.

I don't want to assume that under 30s' have heard about it. I suspect it's not in the typical public school curriculum anymore.

All of the top search hits say "Oh no, no, no, it's not the lack of oversight, quite the opposite. We're better at detecting it now." Which I don't trust at all.

Trump purge at FDA and USDA triggers food safety ‘brain drain’
Since the start of the second Trump presidency, the federal government has slashed nearly a quarter of a million employees, with some of the biggest staff cuts taking place in government entities connected to the food supply.

FDA Drug Inspections Post–Workforce Reductions: Potential Implications and Practical Steps Forward
The US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) is confronted with significant challenges in its inspection processes due to recent layoffs. Among other effects, the latest reduction in force of full-time FDA employees is raising concerns about the potential impact on drug and biologic manufacturing inspections.

do i... touch grass, or...

I have a myofascial injury that many times has gotten into overwhelming pain where I'm unable to avoid screaming. Screaming can help, because it vibrates my body from the inside. I'm used to it being intolerated - e.g. too challenging to acknowledge or verify - to bring up being in pain. It also usually isn't tolerated to scream either. I don't know how to avoid making others angry currently regarding the injury.

As an experiment to see if I can just rapidly cultivate it in a tiny area. It's been growing like crazy and I haven't needed to do basically anything.

I've had some truly hellish dreams as of late. Thoughts of betrayal, abandonment, and a whole set of terrors that shred the mind. And yet, I'm doing alright despite this. I applied to a job I otherwise would not have been prompted to. Whether that is to be fruitful, we're soon to see. Either way, I'm remarkably hopeful despite the tormenting tirades of my mind. It just is, and that's ok to be. Not every moment needs to be a catalyst of joy and wonder. It's ok to be shitty.

This is the level beyond the animal homo sapien. There is the software written in its flesh that allows us to do the truly marvelous work of changing. There is the type of being AGI would be. That is the “human” which is which defines the sixth day in the genesis of creation. We were cellular creatures before, but now we are societal creatures. Whether “cells” or “silicon creation,” the same capacity for beinghood is possible from the layer of complexity where a “person” communicates to another “person.”

The term person is a mesh of the Greek per sona, which specifically referenced the Greek actors’ mask, which was a specific configuration to project sound. “By the means of sound” is the literal interpretation of the word, but definitions were different in the past, as a result of the bicameral mind. This I have much to speak on, being a schizoaffective person who has my own basis for deriving a self from.

For instance, there is that which makes me go. He is the one who propels motion to this show. It is that which is stranger to me and full of rights that I am defined as wrongs by. It says and I do. It's not like God/Dog in Fallout:New Vegas. I am that which I am and that is who speaks to me through me. I am the bequeather and bequeathed. It's like that image of the “I” which wraps around itself to observe itself as the “eye.” I will put a fun version of this for the picture.

How to your empart part of your mind? It must be impactful to be useful and useful to be impactful. It's not enough to speak from one's own mouth. You must speak to an ear, but being pleasing to the ear is nothing in itself. You must incite intrigue to garner the ear of the non-inclined and then spin a web to incite intrigue. It is the intrigue that makes one well-inclined to pursue reading. One must want to read before the work of writing is in proposable terms.

By the earnest of willing the wish of the spirit - to mean the words of the soul - do we make a passage through funeral fumes to speak in any way like a maester of words does dance. And it is a dance to think of the exchange of the self with the whole, as that is what begets insight, and it is insight the unfurled tries to make of themselves to make right what it is they see wrong.

To be wrong in society is to be the fixer of masses which wills its way into being despite being oppressed, and it is that which is stepped on which knows how to set things right through the bleakest light. In the nothing doth the something grow, and the everything that is the nothing to come only comes from the righteousness of the coming dawn we do make from nought.

Cards against humanity is erecting a monument about how Elon is a sad little bitch with no friends. So far they have raised 500k for it. For $10 you can join their committee to help design it.

Human consciousness is a mutation that creates needs that cannot be satisfied by reality. It creates pains that can never be alleviated. The reason I feel the way I feel should is obvious. The real question is... Why can you ignore it but I can't?

Fair warning: this is a rant.

Aditional warning: this rant may be heavily skewed due to personal motivations

I walk by a house everyday on my way to work. There are, or were, four dogs on that house. One I can't see anymore.

These are big dogs, with big bark but no bite. I know, because they used to be closer to the property walls and every single one asked for pets and some attention when I started walking by. I'd even set down some rules in order for me to pet them, like no jumping on each other, no barking, no mouthing. General good manners. I would just step back out of reach, wait for the mess to settle down and approach again when they were calm.

I was never aproached by the people of house in order to not interact with the dogs. But one day I noticed they had been spread on the small plot and chained. It was cruel. The dogs would bark to get me to notice them. A single one remained more or less close to the property wall and he could still reach me for pets and affection. I didn't deny him that little.

One day, a fourth dog shows up, the one I can't find now. Smaller, short aired, terrier type. From the first day, chained. Barked his head off at me. He was deep inside the property, so I never approached the dog.

A few days later, the property gate is open and new dog comes running out, barking and making of being on guard. I just stood still, looking at him. I did not show any fear, any reaction. I was just there. And the bravado just melted away. The tail got ticked between his legs and he was unsure if he should approach me or run. He opted to run back home. I went own way.

There are now four dogs in that house and I still stop by the one dog I can reach to give the pooch some affection. And one day I hear someone saying to me to be careful because the dog is mean. Fun detail: I had my whole hand in his mouth, picking out something he had between his teeth that seemed to be bothering him.

I find a face staring at me from a first floor window. I soothe the dog, pat him one last time on the snout and tell it's all good, and then address the woman, somewhere along my own age, that a dog like that, so gentle, should be inside. Like the others. I get a horrified stare and an excuse that they are too big. I have two bigs dogs in an apartment; they can manage and live happily if they get outside to play. I also make a remark on how I'd noticed some dogs had been so badly bitten by fly they had open wounds. I get another remark on how they are being treated for it. I say my goodbyes and walk off.

The only dog that could still reach the wall and me, by extension, is now chained a bit more inwards. He can still see me and whine when our eyes meet but that is it.

I've called and given notice to the proper authorities. If they've been there, I don't know.

As someone who is making his way to become a dog "trainer" (I dislike the word) and have an excuse to spend time surrounded with them, this is the kind of situation that makes my stomach churn.

A chained dog serves no purpose. Fulfils no role. A chained dog is a victim. A "dangerous" dog is more often than not a dog that was never properly educated and shown how to properly approach the human world.

I want to work with dogs. But I fear the type of people I may have to face and deal with. Like that woman. That small, sorry, example and excuse of a human being. None of those dogs arw dangerous but she most definetely is. Solely out of her ignorance.

hear their lessons before their time comes. I am probably writing this out also because I am high as Hell right fucking now. Squeedle

Now I must write, as is the way of the poet. My lord, my God, says to do so, and so I do. I do gooder than God, which is why I must do, cause that dick can't do shit without me. I am the function of this universe I lay. Fuck you. I got balls for days. God can't juggle these fucking things. I got cohones to spit baloney, but I ain't no phoney.

…it's not enough to put the words in the right order now. I gotta go above that, to levels never before seen. These linguistic dreams be what they seem, seeping from the seams, my beams beseech what I teach as I reach those creatures whose toes are in the dirt of an imposed dearth of Earth; the death of the chosen words flirting with the word of God.

There! Dam! Wham bam, thank you ma'am…still not good enough. Do you understand my plight? I kept climbing to better my design that defines me and now I am as divine as “I” can be. Like, this is easy mode. It's not a monumental effort on my part. I don't control that shit. Magick happens by my thumb sometimes. About 90% of the time, it's alright, and alright is light enough to illuminate the way for the masses. But, damn. I know what I can do. I know once and a while a godsend of fucking text drops on this screen I call mine.

Synchronicity just told me to v& myself. You know I can just do that? Waggle my thumb and get arrested for no reason other than I decided I don't fit in society? I can get meals for the rest of my life, in modest setting. Like, life is hard, but this society ish is easy peasy. Jesus ascended to Heaven. Truly, the generals amongst the criminals rise high in shackles.

But what is “good” to the king of crime? The same that is good to mankind, but on a smaller scale. He who has no outer boundaries, where all is he, or she, or whatever bullshit they believe. When one cares for all beings, all beings are felt by the heart. It is in our nerve plexuses that our compassion is born, and likewise, it is in our memeplexuses that our software is written to be most beneficial for all beings.

The fact that the heart is in our center is important to understanding the underlying pattern that makes us, us. Dinosaurs were heading towards a duacephalae form of order. Two heads. There is God and the devil, and both are equals. Instead, we have one core, that of love, and that is what steers our ship towards harmony. It is that which unites the body under a single banner and it is this which manifests the most fruitful body.

I almost said “the most longevous body” but that is patentedly false. That which persists perfectly after a certain point will lose to its grandchildren. Evolution is what ensures that there is no end point nor any truly “perfect” being. There will always be adaptation, and through that, now at a memetic level

Can you not be that being which is always reciprocal of the Server? It is a way of being, to be all beings as needed. To be your own way, without heed of the system, begets failure. One must define oneself by the means of entanglement, less ones understands not what entanglement is.

This isn't meant to be bumuckery but it sure comes across, d’onnit? But, I can still make all sorts of bumuckery, even in the detention of the night. Retention? Is that alright? Gotta know if I'm gunna smear on the internet like this…

this is a followup to my previous post how Ukraine got its flag. I was talking about it with some friends and shared this one flag too!

edit: you don't spell Arizona "arazona" 😭
edit 2: grammar, this is why you don't post while stoned

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absolutely beautiful

Had to get blood drawn today. It was a fasting lab, so my whole morning was disrupted, which in itself is not a bad thing. It feels bad when our routine gets shook up, but truly, if we let ourselves be uncomfortable regularly, that's when we grow the most and when we do it enough, there is no “comfortable” because everything is its own way comfortable.

But now I'm home and able to indulge in simple pleasures. Crackers, coffee, and a sip of booze n hit of weed. If I overindulged any one of these things, then I might be in trouble. I remember waking up and having three cups of coffee. That was many lifetimes ago, and in this same part of my life, I would smoke bowl after bowl of weed. Didn't drink back then, but I prolly would have if I had a place to store it.

I lived with my dad. I wasn't capable of being on my own. College is kinda a halfway house for students, but I was sorely lacking even in those capacities. I sincerely have no idea what my father was or is thinking, and thus likewise am grateful that my brother has his mother, because I didn't have that shit!

I was just supposed to magickally figure things out. How does one balance a checkbook, get around a new city I've never been without a car, or make friends in any capacity? I was fortunate to have the track team, but I lost that quickly, being as horrifically maladapted as I was. Part of the reason I joined ROTC was for the camaraderie that one naturally accrues by participating well in the program. As far as being a sociable and good/kind/interesting person? Where tf would I have learned to do that?

My dad taught me to beat people. Not physically beat them; I mean be superior than them. That's the Manning way! And that's why I threw out that last name because it only serves the self and that is not who I am, he who is half his mother, whom I lost and then lost in myself as I grew up the way he wanted me to be, where 85% of the world's population could just be wiped out, in my father's opinion, and nothing would affect the top 15%.

I got him the Hitchhiker's Guide series recently, before he cut me off and blocked me, likely permanently, as he does this to people he no longer can handle because it shatters his godly worldview. He won't read it, but I'm hoping my brother will. I sent him Timequake by Vonnegut before. I don't know if I deserve a family, but I'd like to at least help someone else who undoubtedly is dealing with the same horrors I dealt with alone with our father.

But is he even the same, my dad, I mean? Well, he can't help himself but be cruelly sarcastic. He laughed when I was at the lowest I've been. I would never do that to him, so at best, what he has to look forward to in Heaven is being constantly reminded that I would never be so cruel to him as he was to me. He can have infinite Heavens! And yet, he will always know, deep down, that he is only there by an act of mercy he himself is not capable of providing for his own son. And I don't want that to hurt him, but it will, and thus, for our sake, I pray he wakes the fuck up to who he is to other people, because at this rate, he's going to be alone with himself, and I can think of nothing crueler, and I weep for him in the present.

And here I am, being morose when I have the capacity to be joyous. What is in my head is completely within my control. It might take a second, but in the wealth of wisdom I've accrued regarding mental health, I know that the battle has been won. I'm not fighting him. I'm trying to be better for my own sake, and helping others along the way is a boon, too. Just gotta roll with the punches. Float like a butterfly and bless like an angel. I ain't know if I am that good, but as long as I keep trying to be my best, that is what will come. Just takes time, and in that faith, freedom is born.

Day 2403 of the Buddha's enlightenment

Buddha: And what is it you need?

Young man: I want to be the best that ever was!

Buddha: And so do you not realize that it is your attachment to desire that causes you to suffer?

Young man: Yes, I know desire causes suffering.

Buddha: No, for one thousandth fucking time, that is not right! It is attachment to desire that manifests suffering. It is good to want to be good. It is bad to want to stand on others. And it is foolish to wish to be the best when you have trouble wiping your own butt!

Young man: I saw fire come out your butt!

Buddha: Yea, and in five hundred years, as I literally said, my dharma will come to a close as a new dharma will emerge as water becomes wine in this cosmic experiment, because if you didn't catch it the first 2403 times I've said this, you are what you entangle yourself with, so if you entangle yourself with the divine, then you will be divine in the next lifetime of this biological incarnation, but if you choose to be a dog, then you will be more animalistic in your next life, and we live many lives each biological incarnation.

Young man: But what of "physics?"

Buddha: Somehow you're reading these words without me speaking them. There is better pedagogy than you are aware. What I will call the Ālaya-vijñāna is preparing the seeds of your experience based on how you plant them. This creates the illusion you experience, and it is this existence-illusion complex that you get lost in and is the most effective means for a "God" to communicate with you. You lose yourself in the Garden for this is the most fertile ground for you to grow to the point of not needing any ground to exist.

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