this phrog can fit so much crime in it

Perhaps I’m being dramatic, but it almost feels as though the original phrasing (that I see being reflected quite heavily in the comments) focuses on Cheng’s inspiration from AI-generated breakup texts. The article goes much further than that; Cheng and her team clearly spent time acquiring data and then processing it to tell the story of how AI-dependence is fundamentally shifting how people interact with others. This change in human interactions didn’t happen overnight. We are witnessing a fundamental shift in how we interact with other people and a simultaneous diminishing of how long people will spend on any given task. Focusing in on the more click-worthy problem of breakup texts overlooks the underlying issue that, after being discovered, can actually influence policy change as Cheng discusses

You know how wealthy people turn into stupid arseholes by surrounding themselves with vapid yes-men? ChatGPT is vapid yes-men on tap. Now you, too, can subject yourself to the phenomenon that we've all long known turns people into giant toddlers who are impossible to deal with.

don't drink from the yes-men tap.

i know i said i did not want to talk about the nolan odyssey but i do have one more nodyssey post in me. i actually think the idea of odysseus understanding his story as existing both in and out of a historic timeframe is a fun way to handle the liminality caused by the story being part of an extensive oral tradition. however having him say "our age of bronze is collapsing" is perhaps not the way i would have done that

[suddenly disillusioned] my illusions..

[suddenly disassociating] my associations...

[suddenly disguised] my guises….

[suddenly disappointed] my appoints...

your mutual who's obsessed with some fucking guy reblogged your post: #im getting real some fucking guy vibes from this

I CACKLED

I love me a post-war percy jackson that doesn't know what he wants, never could even imagine that he'd made it here so he doesn't have any projects or ambitions. He loves his girlfriend and his friends and his family and his life is great, but there's no expecting. He spent the last of his teenage years slowly waiting for summer to come again so he could go back to camp, now nothing is really stopping him. He has a future to look foward to but doesn't really... know what to do with it.

Its been five years of it’s august and the flow of time still haunts me