No. Why do you assume I don't know what veganism is, after I already said I was joking? It's not eating animal food products, including not eating foods that contain some animal food products. Let's please finish this conversation...
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Yeah, Eno actually has made a variety of albums and art installations using generative simple AI for musical decisions, although I don't think he does any advanced programming himself. That's why it's really odd to see comments in an article that imply he is really uninformed about AI...he was pioneering generative music 20-30 years ago.
I've come to realize that there is a huge amount of misinformation about AI these days, and the issue is compounded by there being lots of clumsy, bad early AI works in various art fields, web journalism etc. I'm trying to cut back on discussing AI for these reasons, although as an AI enthusiast, it's hard to keep quiet about it sometimes.
Unless you have specific, Jason Momoa-type goals in mind
Lets just call it what it is. Aquaman. If you goal is become Aquaman, you should focus on largely aquatic gym tasks, such as lifting extra heavy weights deep underwater, swimming (lots) of laps, and defeating gigantic sea monsters. This is the quickest path to eventually become Aquaman (well, at least in some ways. There can be only one True Aquaman, but you can strive for it).
Agreed. History is full of unintended consequences, partially because so many things were more complicated than individuals and societies realized. There are not tons of really simple tradeoffs along the lines of 'freedom vs safety'. I don't think people could have imagined the future world they would bring about when they started planting crops instead of just hunting and gathering, for example.
People like to chat and vent about relationship stuff, and coming up with new wacky terms to describe the stuff is fun.
Maybe your relationship with a hot cat-girl you really liked was, um, problematic:
'At first, Miso love-bombed (💣) you into oblivion—showing up at your door with dead birds (gifts?), kneading your thighs while whispering "You’re my favorite human… for now." But soon, the breadcrumbing (🥪) began: "Let’s chase lasers together… but not this weekend. Or ever, probably." When you tried to leave, she hoovered (🚁) you back with a dramatic, tear-streaked "I licked your sweater and now it smells like me—you can’t go." Classic situationship purgatory.
Then came the zombieing (🧟)—after a month of silence, she slid into your DMs with "Did you delete my number, or…?" followed by future faking (⏱️): "We should get a tiny apartment with 100% sunbeam coverage." (Spoiler: She never signed a lease.) You were clearly benched, her backup human for nights her other "kittens" were busy. The slow fade was brutal: replies dwindling from novels ("I dreamt about you…") to single letters ("k."). Just when you moved on? Paperclipping. A 4 AM "pspsps" text. You blocked her… or so you thought.
THE ENDING YOU DESERVE: One year later, you’re at a café—happy, healed, dating a nice dog girl who fetches your coffee instead of your sanity. Then… a flicker of ears at the window. Miso. Her eyes widen. You brace for chaos—but she just drops a crumpled note ("Sorry I broke your PS5. And your heart.") and darts away. The dog girl growls. You laugh, toss the note, and order a croissant. Finally free.'
(Lesson: Never let a cat girl gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss you into emotional ruin. Unless her apology comes with a new PS5. Then maybe consider it.) 🎮🐈⬛💔