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you should also never ever unplug the air conditioner and stick a flashlight in the vent that blows air to see if we're in there. it's very bad, that place should not be checked

and whatever you do, if you've already made the mistake of unplugging it, don't remove it from the window for cleaning if possible. and whether it's possible to remove the unit or not, don't carefully disassemble the front panel, document where the screws go and plastic bits go, and open up the vent more to be able to get into it easily

as black mold, i'm an expert on this. you should heed my warnings: now, if you've somehow made the mistake of doing all of the above, you should not use warm water and dish soap to CLEAN the inside of the vent thoroughly. DON'T ever use a bottle brush to get into the hard to reach places. and certainly don't rinse and dry the cleaned area before carefully putting it back together

there's nothing wrong with us, black mold. we don't cause or exacerbate breathing conditions like asthma or other illnesses. it's cool, we're cool

furthermore, if you're capable of removing the window unit, DONT take a hose with the same soapy water and wash the portion of the window unit that sits outside the window and is therefore weatherproofed.

whatever you do, don't allow the air conditioner to dry before plugging it back in and turning it on again

and if you have a central air conditioner, you will definitely never ever consult a manual or sources online to perform a similar cleaning procedure on the cooling unit outside.

It is a lot of elbow grease and definitely not just spraying a can and waiting. Especially do not use the ones that are self rinsing via the natural condensation of water around the coils where all you have to do is let the foam settle a couple hours before turning the unit back on. These foaming cleaners are also terrible to use on the removable air intake vent covers. You definitely do not just have to spray the opposite side of all the trapped shit on the plastic mesh and let the foam push it off. Also that stuff on the cover is great for you and your air conditioner.

It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.

Like for the majority it really is "oh i'm hungrier and moodier than usual"

If, before you get your period, you feel furiously angry, suicidal, irritated by every tiny thing to the point you want to murder someone, stuck in a black hole you'll never escape from. If you are experiencing extreme emotions for what seems like no good reason, especially if you get your period and those extreme emotions just go away. You're probably not just PMSing , you may have PMS's feral big sister PMDD and it's treatable.

“Wow,” said Saint George as he plunged his most holy of weapons into the enveloping darkness of the beast. “What do you call these genitals of yours?” “It is a word unpronounceable by human tongue,” roared the dragon. “Well, whatever it is, it feels fantastic,” said George.

“Dragon,” said George. “Must you speak so loudly?“  "This is as quiet as I can be,” roared the dragon. “It is also as loud as I can be. Dragons only have one volume.” “Huh,” said George.

And then the dragon ate George. It ate him for the better part of an hour. Then they tried it the other way ‘round for a while, but it was logistically awkward due to their vastly different sizes, so George just ended up doing hand stuff and that worked out for everyone.

“Dragon,” said George as he reclined on the dragon. “Do you love me?” The dragon thought.

“I love things about you. I love the thing we do that is quite like sex. I love making you laugh and when you make me laugh in turn. I love how happy and at peace it makes me feel just to be near you.”

“I don’t love all the pieces of you, but it would be near impossible to count the things about you I do love and I can count very high. I hope that is enough.” George considered this. “Yes,” he said. “I believe it is.” And so it was.

“Hey,” said George as the dragon’s breath began to grow quicker. “If you want to cum on me, that’s totally fine. I have a towel. Knights are always prepared.” “My ejaculate is thousands of degrees hot,” said the dragon. “Oh,” said George. “Never mind, then.”

“I am showing you the weak spot on my belly,” said the dragon. “A single arrow here would strike me dead.” “I am honored you trust me so,” said George. “It is also an erogenous zone,” said the dragon. “Just FYI.”

"One cannot trust a dragon,” stated Sir Pellinore, drawing himself to his feet. “They may speak the words of man, but they do so with a forked tongue.” “A really long, really flexible tongue,” said George. “What?” said Sir Pellinore. “Nothing,” said George.

“George is fighting a dragon again,” said Sir Pellinore. “It’s the same dragon,” said Beowulf darkly. “I thought he impaled that one on his lance. "He did.” “Well, he’s wrestling it now, the brave lad. He’s even doing it in the proper Greek style.” “Of course he is.”

“Behold, oh man,” roared the dragon. “I have engaged in the ancient ritual of cleansing flame, purifying my body completely.” “So we’re clear for assplay?” Asked George. “Oh yes.” “What is that?”

“It’s a cigarette,” explained George. “I’m smoking.” “Of course you are,” said the dragon. “What?” said George. “Nothing. You are being very cute right now.”

“So, I heard you ate Guy of Warwick,” said George. “And I want to let you know it’s okay. We never talked about being exclusive. You’re free to do whatever you want.” “That was not a euphemism. I was just hungry.” “Oh,” said George. “Never mind, then.”

“What are you doing?,” asked the dragon. “I’m trying to work your nipples,” said George. “Not a mammal.” “Right.”

“This is where you live? It’s very nice, as far as caves go,” said George. “I did not realize how dirty it was in here. Your halo is really lighting up the place. Making me see how much I need to clean.” “Sorry. I don’t know how to turn it off.”

“That dragon you’ve been fighting seems to be giving you all sorts of trouble. Do you need help killing the beast?” asked Sir Pellinore. “I notice that you’ve got some claw marks on your back and bite marks on your inner thigh.” “I’m good,” said George.

“How do you like the tea? I made it myself,” said George proudly. “I do not like it very much, but I do appreciate you sharing it with me,” said the dragon. “That’s fine,” said George. “I suppose dragons have different taste buds than humans.” “Sure, let us go with that.”

isn't jpg, jpeg, pdf, or png

Is a file extension you don't recognise (this one is a visual basic file, used for scripting, but others like exe or bat are used)

has a very low or unexpected file size (this one's is less than 1KB, or 0.001MB, a good reference should be at least 500KB)

a huge amount of code is "open source" - which means the code is fully available for anyone to see and, generally, anyone is free to contribute to the code project

all contributions of course go through review by the code owners. but it is generally good grace and good form to allow other well-meaning internet strangers to contribute to your project

if you are, perhaps, VERY nice, and VERY invested in the community, you might be like Scott Shambaugh here, who has intentionally earmarked some low-hanging fruit for newbie contributors to practice and get their feet wet

like I cannot overstate this is an immediate green flag, to me, that Scott WANTS to foster community learning.

now

Like. W. Win. Based. Good response Scott.

And this was in fact the screenshot I saw first, and I thought I was looking at a post made by a human who was mad that their AI coding bot pet project was being shut out from reviews.

But no. The bot itself wrote and posted this... The bot did this.

This article was fully and autonomously written by the bot...

It's claiming discrimination...

It's a bot.

It's AI.

This is not a real person.

An AI Agent Published a Hit Piece on Me – The Shamblog

I’ve talked to several reporters, and quite a few news outlets have covered the story. Ars Technica wasn’t one of the ones that reached out to me, but I especially thought this piece from them was interesting (since taken down – here’s the archive link). They had some nice quotes from my blog post explaining what was going on. The problem is that these quotes were not written by me, never existed, and appear to be AI hallucinations themselves. This blog you’re on right now is set up to block AI agents from scraping it (I actually spent some time yesterday trying to disable that but couldn’t figure out how). My guess is that the authors asked ChatGPT or similar to either go grab quotes or write the article wholesale. When it couldn’t access the page it generated these plausible quotes instead, and no fact check was performed. I won’t name the authors here. Ars, please issue a correction and an explanation of what happened.

A news outlet did an article about this, used AI for the articles, and included hallucinated quotes from Scott that Scott never said.

If your only familiarity with AI is surface level ChatGPT, then you might be conditioned to think AI can only act when given a prompt. This is not the case, and in this situation it’s actually important to know something about the current landscape of OpenClaw/ClawdBot/Moltbook. The bot in the article is explicitly an OpenClaw bot.

The now-named OpenClaw is a new development which has massively blown up in popularity among AI tech bros specifically because of how capable it is of acting on its own. It posts on social media (Moltbook) like it’s alive, which is what caught so much media attention. People spin up OpenClaw bot instances and just let them roam, then check back in to see what they’ve been up to, like they’re a Sim.

It is entirely well-known these bots can and do trawl GitHub, clone repos, modify code, and author pull requests on their own. I don’t think you can say the bot can do all that but CAN’T then author a GitHub post complaining about what happened. This is not a big leap.

And the bots absolutely do not have feelings, but the danger here is the bots being trained in such a way to ape human behavior, and can therefore absolutely be trained to have a “personality” that favors retaliation. The big-name LLMs try extremely hard to sanitize out anything even passively antagonistic but that is not intrinsic to the technology. Models can do it and other models can be jail-broken.

“If you are a quiet, even tempered, single, monogamy-inclined, independently wealthy music engineer named Diego over the age of 38 who is gay, stocky with a large butt, a low to voraciously high sex drive, fluency in Spanish and Italian, and looking to marry a bald drag queen named Katya I found a suitable engagement ring if you would like to propose marriage. Deal breakers include: we cannot live in the same house, religious okay but no astrology, no hard drugs, no “fun drunks”. I am able to bring many wonderful things to the table (all subject to change without notice) and I will be ready to to seriously date in approximately 18 months. My red flags include low to no relationship experience, unpredictable mood swings, substance abuse disorder, being bald, and wearing wigs for both business and pleasure. My green flags include an imitable joie de vivre, great teeth and my primary love language is physical touch followed by quality time (Tuesday, Friday and Saturday only please— absence makes the heart grow fonder) There is no chance in hell for children but pets are negotiable. Thank you. ❤️”

my worst relatives try to sneak meat or meat products into my food despite the fact that I'm a vegetarian

my ex's brother gave his mother an edible without her knowledge and when she got freaked out and paranoid they laughed, and people I've told that go "yeah that's shitty but it's just weed"

when I go to the doctor and ask them to describe what they are going to do before touching me they get frustrated

when I ask a friends of a friend who is a small influencer to keep me out of frame in videos they film for social media in public they look at me like I've pissed in their cereal