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To have a computer reliably recognize a picture of a red-winged blackbird the computer must first imagine the universe.

I am having complicated and frustrating thoughts on AI again (as always).

If we take the universe as a whole and remove the impossible, set aside the improbable, the unlikely, and the possible we have now created two universes thanks to the Bananch-Tarski Paradox.

this is the single best description i have ever heard for a cat

🎶Shiney happy people! 🎶

A lot of people’s idea of “California” is just Los Angeles and also I think specifically the rich parts of Los Angeles

Yeah I can take a joke but it’s weird knowing that people are probably assuming that I’m from LA when I say I’m Californian. Those people have access to niche stores and restaurants that I’ve never heard of and never will.

When living outside of California I’ve had people ask me if I used to go surfing on the weekends and I’m like with what water

When I was in college a couple of times I went on a day trip with friends to the nearest beach and it took us like three hours each way. It was also Pismo Beach. That’s where the poors go to get sunburnt. Yeehaw.

I grew up in the sleepy little farming town of Camarillo, that used to be mostly military housing in the 50s, part of Ventura county. The most exciting thing that ever happened was the closing of Point Magu Naval Air Station in 2000. We straddled the land between LA and Santa Barbara. The neighboring town, Somis, is famous for their Nut House (literally). There used to be a thriving mall not too far past the hills in Thousand Oaks, but don't go too far or you'll end up in what was basically in incorporated old folks town known as Simi Valley. Oxnard was like little LA because of how much closer to the ocean it was. Ventura was the big brother that got controlled by Big Oil. Driving down route 34 would take you through the massive comercial farms, it ran parallel to the local freight train lines and past one of the small local refineries that always reeked of sulphur. And then we had Port Hueneme, Oxnard's step sibling. Oh how I miss my home town.

Separating the wheat from the chaff does not mean the chaff is useless. It makes good fertilizer. The rodent droppings, however, must go.

transitioning is like putting on the They Live glasses and seeing that 90% of people looking at you are either jerking off or furiously sharpening a knife. or both. and i do not mean that in a sexy or fun way, and i dont like clarifying that, but i know there's a 90% chance you are thinking it, because i wrote it while being a trans woman.

why are we not giving robot girls damascus steel parts. give her beautiful swirls and lines and patterns. theres so much you can do with damascus, too

sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt

the kink bloggers found this post and are putting horny stuff in my notifications but I'm not even mad. the sluts are in the notes of the slut positivity post. all is as it should be.

The core conceit of Lord of the Rings is pretty funny. You are a twenty three year old in a suburb of Maine. The little bracelet in your grandpa’s attic has an inscription on it that is the password to the world’s entire nuclear arsenal. It is up to you to walk to the only hydraulic press in the world, located in Arizona, before the FBI finds the bracelet, kills you, and enslaves the suburb of Maine you currently live in

Also the 90-year old hobo that your grandpa beat in a rap battle for possession of the bracelet while hiding from the Romanian secret police really loved the bracelet because it was coated in small amounts of LSD and tried to hunt and kill your grandpa to get it back. He was then apprehended by the FBI and instantly gave them your grandpa’s address. Seal Team Six is about to break down your door and shoot you, says your local congressman who can also do cool magic tricks

There's a guy in NY who MIGHT be capable of destroying the codes but won't coz he simply wants to spend time with his wife. So it's up to your grandpa's old friend in rural Ohio to get you the friends capable of finishing the task.

And we must not, at any point, remember the existence of aircraft and ask aloud why we can't just fly to Arizona

We can't use aircraft because the fbi has access to all the flight data how many times do we need to go over this