Damn. That sucks.

If I were a skilled music person and I wanted to spend 3 minutes cheering someone up, I’d record myself playing “Here Comes the Sun” on my guitar, y’know?

And now there are 59 comments, too.

A keynote talk suggested, “Do away with a physics midterm, ask students to converse with AI Isaac Newton.”

In the quotes, we find the useful suggestion that the program could be ELIZA-sized.

— Hi, AIsaac! Can you tell me about physics?

— Go away.

— What?

— You’re a moron and you’re TRYING TO STEAL MY IDEAS.

— Look, AIsaac, I don’t think—

— DID LEIBNIZ PUT YOU UP TO THIS?

—

— just GO AWAY I have MERCURY FUMES TO BREATHE.

I ain’t reading all that.png

Mnemonic tits… on the blockchain!

The last time it came up, we had pretty good indications that lintamande was Piper and no reasons to think otherwise, but we didn’t have a newspaper saying so like we did for Cremieux being Jordan Lasker.

Is she his erotica co-author? Last I heard, the best guess for his collaborator on Project Lawful was Kelsey Piper.

There’s gold in them comments:

The fundamental tension here is between pre-Christian and post-Christian worldview. Are you allowed to be great, or do you have to apologize for your greatness? Justine refuses to apologize, which is the cardinal sin.

Ha ha no it’s because she went fash, you credulous dork

Horny slop text fed into a second machine to make horny slop pictures. Surely this will solve the problem of learning molecular biology.

What stuck with me was Anima. My goodness, how variable it is, and how much it changes the linework and composition just based on which artist names you add to the prompt. Beautiful. Does it generate an extra finger here and there? Perhaps. Does it mess up character color or prop shape? Yes, it happens. But it’s a fair price for just how much effortless variability you get on a style level with a single pipeline. All of the gene images you see in this post were produced by a local anima-preview on my laptop without any style prompt changes except for the artist names.

The images: interchangeable, forgettable. All of them so crammed full of shit that every ostensibly noteworthy particular is drowned out.

The first technologist was Prometheus who took fire from the gods and gave it away to humanity.

“This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

I need you to donate money to me, and I mean you, as in literally you. You couldn’t have read this far unless you are someone who legitimately cares

I have been helpless with giggles for five fuckin’ minutes.

Welcome to the abyss. It sucks here.

More than anything else, the AI-rdős Problem cottage industry has damaged my trust in mathematicians. First of all, just how bad does a company have to be before you boycott their products? Just where is your line? Because the industry passed my line about seven thousand lines ago. Second, we know that in other fields, the output is shit, that people brainfuck themselves by counting the hits and forgetting the misses, that users de-skill themselves through slop dependence… What makes you so special? Piping the output through an automated theorem-prover, or any other hack to improve the reliability of the stochastic text extruder, can at best shift the probabilities.

The relevant part:

Technical assistance with setting up the code for the website was provided by ChatGPT and the logo was made by Midjourney.

You fuck cows in retrospect

Gestural Bayesianism!

I am the intersection of so many unliked groups whose minds I’ve come to understand. If you were to use bayesian inference to compute the probability that I’m a good person, it would underflow a double.

Hold on whilst I update towards the hypothesis that bayes for these people is just a syllable they emit when they talk about forming opinions.

It is now 404-ing; an archive copy is available here.

From the linked post:

Hacker News is my favorite place on the web, because it’s the last bastion of curiosity online.

Fuuuuck off

I need you to donate publicly under your real name and I want you to tell your friends how much money you gave me, since that’s the best way to show that you’re serious.

This improves dramatically if you read it in the voice of Wayne Newton’s televangelist character from License to Kill (1989).

I want to travel around the world and experience the cosmopolitan lifestyle my project is named after, using only private aviation, so that I won’t be molested or risk being detained each time I fly.

Grifting off the United States’ escalating institutional abuse of trans people is a special kind of ghoulish.

Every time I learn a new thing about Project Lawful, I am grateful that the glowfic format is so unfriendly and the prose so wretched that I caromed off within about a page.

I’ve never been to such an event, let alone tried to organize one, but I’ve socially known various people who’ve done them (kink but not CNC, to my knowledge) and a few sex workers who did kink professionally, and my guess is that alcohol just would not be allowed. You don’t do Jägerbombs before trying a climbing wall, and you don’t bring a substance that impairs judgment and worsens coordination to your sex party, for goodness’ sake.

Snacks were set out on a stovetop.

Incompetence kink