I'm not sure, but I'm confident it is the "most" evil egg. I've never gotten such a grim energy from an egg before.

There's what feels like 20 minutes of horror stuck between a historical drama and a bite-sized Rambo: First Blood, all with a nice music biopic ending to wrap things up.

Holy shit! I thought programming would be great use-case for AI, but this kills it. You still might be able to get safe LLM behavior by silo-ing off training data before a certain date, but that's another limit on quality you can get from these things.

Genuine inquiry here: does anyone know a per-user energy cost comparison between, say, watching a movie on netflix and having conversation with chatgpt? I've heard LLMs are taking up as much energy as a small nation, but I haven't heard direct comparisons to other ways we commonly use internet.

I've been added by multiple of these accounts that are fully dedicated to a character assassination campaign.

"Iconoclat" rips. "Iconoclast" is old, boring, tame. No longer as iconoclatic as new word.

...do it... make an impure, no... a fully **evil** game design choice...

Eh. Steam's 2-hour unrestricted refund can work as a "rental". (Also Hades 2 is great no notes. Ed's critique of the game is a smokescreen for his anti-witch prejudice and it shows.)

And if it's going to go bad you can just massage it with salt and let it ferment for three days. Boom, sauerkraut.

Some people gpt hung up on the physics/time travel stuff in it not literally being scientifically accurate, but the emotional stuff is lovely. A black hole making it so you have a conversation with your now elderly daughter on her deathbed is beautiful even if black holes can't do that.

"Re-posting" things most viewers wouldn't have seen because they were born after it was filmed is a holy act. This is good shit. Shit that is holy. Holy shit.

I love you. I am in love with you.

Mormons had folk prophecies about this guy (look up "White Horse Prophecy" if you're curious). Sad to see ~good actors in the religion you grew up in drive face-first into the ugly wall of our current reality.

Yer under arrest, kink-shamer.

It gets easier, he lied.

Embrace decay, brother. We and the crumbs are fellow travelers.

January was apparently my "Pink Pilates Princess Strut Pop" phase. I was surprised but have decided to embrace it.

Good. I let him bite me because I dunno YA novels, missed a few saving throws, and was a full-on corpse in the morning. Having to use a revivify scroll is a turn-off. Major red flag.