Instructions unclear, dug a hole.

Beats living on the streets.

I drive an EV, and planning around driving habits is simply not a thing for me. It’s hooked up to its 230v charger and will be ready at 100% charge every morning. I drive the 50km to work and back for about 25% worth of charge. There’s a few public chargers on the way to work and almost anywhere I care to go. Range anxiety is waaay overblown in my opinion.

So the murderer says the victim was an asshole and you all cheer her on? What the fuck is wrong with you?

The guy that jerks me off really knows what he’s doing

Business idiots will assume that once their workforce is largely replaced by AI and their company depends on it, AI vendors will make their services cheaper. When have we ever seen SaaS get cheaper over time? Why wouldn’t Anthropic or OpenAI squeeze anyone dumb enough to bet their company on it for everything they’ve got? Cost may drastically drop, although I doubt it, but those margins are for Dario and Sam and the shareholders, not the suckers.

Short yesterday

I think Valve will step in for that, and Sony will have a hard time competing.

Drop the “the”

I have a penis festival at least once a day

My brothers and sisters, we are apes. We live on a spec of dust that travels through an unimaginable void at incomprehensible speeds. Your shit is fine, relax.

I move away from the mic to breathe in

It’s a stupid drug anyway. Good riddance.

That’s what you call the Transalp right? I have an XL600V from ‘99 still used on the daily.

I can’t fucking wait

I rode pretty gnarly shit on the older model, can recommend Mitas E07. The Dakar version has really stiff side walls, if you want to be able to swap tubes on the trail I’d get the normal ones.

Always has been. But for the sake of argument let’s say it’ll work, this whole AI schtick. As a business you’re then opening yourself up to the same squeeze as SaaS does, except instead of tools being held hostage to a Silicon Valley behemoth, it’s the core of your company.

Shit deal if you ask me.

“No, but you ought to be off pudding, fatso”