This reads like someone who has read everything William Gibson ever wrote without understanding that it was all making fun of people like him.

Most of them.

Bold of the the mulleted human View-Master to assume there's only one thing.

return "This question has already been answered. Please check the site before asking questions to see if yours has already been answered. Closing."

there I also wrote an AI to do what stackoverflow does give me money now

Every scene with the horrible clown was a delight, especially when he had to interact with the convenience store guy.

Yeah, Vegas is nuts. My wife and I eloped down there and spent one too many days: by the last night we just stationed ourselves in the hotel room, watched MASH reruns, and drank the prosecco we scored on the flight down.

Stuff about Vegas: everything costs money. It's hard to exist somewhere hospitable for free. I started thinking about it in terms of renting air conditioning with the price of a margarita. Also, people will approach you immediately and try to sell you cheap shows. Tell them to go away; once an initial person hits you up, the rest seem to know and stay away. Don't worry about being an asshole; sometimes being an asshole is the correct course of action.

We had one guy in an official vest walk up and tell us he had to detain us..... because we were allowing the lovely ladies with us to walk right past his bar. I fucking unloaded on him and he disappeared. Nobody bugged us in that area after that.

If you find yourself on a casino floor, get a drink and tell everyone that every table you walk up to starts losing immediately. They'll leave you alone. On the upside, you can smoke cigarettes pretty much anywhere, inside or out.

We stayed on Fremont, which is kind of insane but also kind of fun. You'll see a lot of people dressed up like... I dunno wookies or hunter thompson or whatever. Don't randomly take their pictures: if you do, you'll have to pay them. Once you get beyond Fremont or the Strip, it's just like any other town. Library sounds like an awesome idea.

Dan Brown writing men: "He had steely grey eyes and was very smart. Scientists thought he was an idiot but that's because he was smarter than them and didn't spend as much time writing papers. He did four hundred pushups and took a shower. 'Not bad for a fifty five year-old guy', he thought, which was smarter than other thoughts even if those thoughts had won prizes."

Word salad is your friend. The bigger the context of the prompt, the more it has to thrash. So if you ask it for a longform essay about elephants in the blue diamond-shaped trifold organza station wagon and the quality of fudge it can expectorate in the style of an old timey sea captain who just dropped his iPhone over the starboard bow, it has to pull in more data. And then tell it that whatever it did was awful and nonsensical and it should redo it.

Alternately, ask for a list of one thousand random numbers, with no repetition, between one and a million. Whatever it does, tell it it's wrong and duplicated numbers and/or gave you too few. Repeat.

Motherfuckers going around talking about mistakes like they spontaneously generate from old rags and bags of flour.

Either that or it really has to go to the bathroom now.

Reading Shakespeare is torture. That is why we make actors do it for us.

It's flashy, does just enough to look impressive, and a lot of people throw money at it. Just like them.

A bag of locally roasted coffee is $12 and lasts me two weeks. It used to be $9, before the orange shithead but let's ignore that. A pot of coffee takes about as long as it takes for water to boil. I'm clearly not the target demographic, but still. Nine fucking dollars for a cup?

Motherfucking cantaloupe. I'm mildly allergic to all melons, but I only avoid cantaloupe. Stupid orange rectangles that infest every fruit salad. And the name itself sounds like something inquisitors would yell as they dragged you out of you hovel for knowing too much about herbs.

Why do people keep growing those awful, inflamed-testicle-looking pieces of shit? Even taking the people that punch holes in the side and fuck them into account, I can't imagine the demand is that high.

I was unprepared for how red he gets by the end. Also, why do his eyes look like a smaller man looking out of a human-shaped periscope?

I can see at least one innovation there. Diodes make current go one direction. D1 ensures current goes neither direction.

I went into that movie with deep suspicion and was grinning like an idiot two minutes into his performance. He did a hell of a job.

observemax

We've been here before, with *core. And we have learned none of its lessons.

Also, I want a Dot's pretzels shirt.

I've gambled twice in my life. The first time was sitting in a gas station casino because my buddy's car overheated on the pass. Put $20 into a keno machine, lost about half of it, realized I could have gotten several beers instead. Got annoyed with myself and cashed out.

The second time was in Vegas. Same buddy gave me a massive hit on a vape pen and dragged me over to a blackjack table. He dumped some chips in front of me things happened, the table was a lot of fun to look at, the dealer cleared her throat in a really annoyed way because I was grooving on the pattern on the back of the cards instead of playing. I handed the chips back to my buddy and told the entire casino I was too high for this shit.

I guess I don't have the gene. I've got an addictive personality in general and that's been fun to deal with, but I'm glad it doesn't extend to gambling.

"Look at that fucking river out there. Thinks its so cool. Just moving pop cans and fish shit past the window. Stupid fucking river."