The ideas behind They Live are fascinating and deserved better treatment than a 20-minute alley fight about sunglasses.

Read it again slowly. I know it’s more words than a typical meme, but I have faith in you.

Enough with the AI moralizing. As a software developer I spent my whole career looking at examples of other people’s work and incorporating their coding techniques into my own work without ever hunting any of them down and paying them. Possibly other people have done the same with my code. Bottom line, I don’t care, it’s always been common practice. And I don’t see anything wrong with a human being writing code to automate that process - that’s the whole idea of coding.

Oh I see. I only took a brief glance at the code on github but it looks like the full game is there - did the devs add the cartridge check to avoid IP trouble? Because if you know what you’re doing you could always disable that.

They won’t kill us all, just the ones dumb enough to believe reverting to the pre-science era to reinforce political beliefs is a good idea.

The assets folder in the github repository seems to contain the assets - unless you’re talking about different assets.

Arguments against misinformation aren’t arguments against the subject of the misinformation, they’re just more misinformation.

Don’s your uncle!

Exactly, I feel scarred myself now.

From this I’m getting that an excellent anti-burglar system would be a motion-triggered voice that screams obscenities at the burglar. A long time ago somebody suggested playing the sound of a shotgun being racked. Seems like a similar idea.

Now that the code is available, anybody who wants to can mod it and create new version of Mario Kart. Without paying whoever produced Mario Kart. But playing devil’s advocate, isn’t that what people are calling AI evil for doing? So why am I not seeing outrage?

Like most con men, RFK is using people’s ignorance of what odds mean. If the chance of getting sick from swimming in that water is only say one percent, he knows the odds are extremely good that he won’t individually get sick, and then he will palm this off as “evidence” that it’s all a big fuss over nothing. The park service might know maybe 100,000 people will swim in that water this season, so they’ll probably save about a thousand from getting sick by closing the place. Even if somebody who does get sick manages to get the attention of a news outlet, they can be scoffed at as an anomaly. “How do you even know the water was responsible? Where else have you been? You’re just looking for attention!”

Because it’s so important that you physically sit here in the office, we’re replacing you with people on the other side of the planet.

There’s more lemonade by volume in Lemon Pledge furniture polish than in Country Time Lemonade.

[That’s why the small print says “Lemonade flavored drink”]

When Orwell predicted universal surveillance he never anticipated that the people themselves would install the cameras, let alone pay a subscription.

Whatcha bein’ so meta for?

Okay, full story:

I was standing in the doorway of an empty office, looking out the window and talking to myself out loud (because I’m a dork) about how I would arrange it if it were my office. It was a ground floor office with beautiful parklike landscaping outside, nothing but trees and rolling greenery, not even a light pole in sight. As I backed out into the hallway without looking, I sort of bumped into two women, one of whom happened to be my office manager, let’s call her Alice, and the other I didn’t know, call her Miss Congeniality. I felt like I had to say something to explain why I was standing in the doorway of an empty office talking to myself out loud, so as they walked away I said, “I’m just having a nice day, enjoying the view.” They looked at each other and giggled, which made me feel even dorkier.

A month goes by.

There’s a small reorganization and the seating gets shuffled. By sheer chance, Miss C and I are supposed to share an office. At this point she tells office manager Alice that she doesn’t feel comfortable sharing an office with me after that remark I made. “What remark?” asks Alice. “The one about enjoying the view,” says Miss C, “when he was looking at our butts.” Alice tries to stick up for me, saying I was just off in my own world, but Miss C is insistent so Alice reluctantly brings it to HR.

At first I honestly had no idea what they were talking about, as it had been a month and I had forgotten the whole thing. For a week I tried to figure out what the hell I could have said that sounded like “enjoying the view”. Was it something “of you”? Was it “a few”? But nothing came to mind and I was convinced they just had the wrong guy. Then my wife told a friend of mine about it and he just laughed and said, “Knowing <dork> he was probably looking out the window!” When I heard looking out the window, BOOM the whole thing came flooding back. So I went back to HR and related what I now remembered. I asked if I could talk to the accuser but they’re emphatically like, “Oh no no! Don’t anybody talk to anybody, let us handle it!” After a day or two they say Miss C agreed it was probably a misunderstanding.

The end result was that Miss C didn’t have to move in with me and got to keep her solo office. Based on her utter lack of reaction at the time, I’m pretty sure this was what motivated the complaint. But there’s absolutely no way to prove that, and it’s water under the bridge.

A little bit of it will, but most of it won’t.

Action keyboard and action mouse.

Depends - LG might have paid $7 because future inflation wasn’t part of the terms of the loan (and is not normally).