It is a pastiche of [thing], more than an actual [thing] itself.
This is exactly what “AI” does, this is precisely what it’s for
It is a pastiche of [thing], more than an actual [thing] itself.
This is exactly what “AI” does, this is precisely what it’s for
Even in pre-history, men were somehow convinced that what women really wanted was: bigger dicks. Bigger dicks than human men could possibly offer.
It’s such a weird preoccupation, and it seems like it’s got to be deeper than just a cultural thing.
I feel like this is ripe for an “Autotune The News” treatment. I’m thinking Eminem’s “Without Me:”
🎵
I have two Microsoft Outlooks, Outlooks
Neither of 'em works
Neither of 'em works
🎵


An unnamed source told the Post it was like “hearing a voice in a stadium, except the stadium is a thousand square miles of desert.”
What the hell is this analogy? “It’s like [thing], except if [thing] were totally different.” This is like a bad movie script.
To find a heartbeat, a quantum Ghost Murmur tool would have to contend not just with Earth’s magnetic field and magnetic noise from natural and human-made electric currents but also with “the heartbeats of the sheep and dogs and jackrabbits—whatever else is running around out there,” says Chad Orzel, a professor of physics…
I’m glad someone brought this up, it was the first thing that came to my mind.

The National Park Service is a different department. The Forest Service is part of the agriculture department, it’s about managing forests as exploitable natural resources.
So that’s good news, in the bleakest way, I guess.


Some of the definitions are included in the “Initiative Petition” (PDF). The sneaky work-around you imagined is prohibited in advance.


“Megawatts a month” is some kind of unit confusion, like saying “miles per hour per week.”


What about JD Vance’s eyeliner?
What about all the women who wear pants?
This isn’t really about rules, of course, it’s about having a tissue-thin justification for systemic bullying.


It is my understanding that some fraction of players of the last Wolfenstein game had this complaint, but un-ironically.


I’m not sure what to think. It does sound like people living within earshot must be getting a raw deal.
On the other hand, designating Mayfield Road as “quiet” is ridiculous. Cracking down on horns but not loud motorcycles (and, more and more these days, cars) is ridiculous.
The authorities always seem to be asking themselves “What excuse can we invent to shut these little people up?” and never “How can we justify kicking this car dealership out of town?”
Q: So do you have any hobbies?
A: Well lately I’ve really gotten interested in routing VGA through unusual items!
Q: Ooooh, that’s so hot right now


How many of our all-time favorite games even have photo-realistic graphics? Is this just the logical outgrowth, an endpoint, of a generation-long strategy to accomplish a goal that nobody really wants?

E. coli is one of several pathogens that can be communicated through raw milk, and this is well-understood, long-confirmed, old-school-learning.


…like, how sexy are we talking?


The 10 new jobs created will pay an average of $150,000 per year.
If this promise isn’t part of a contract, it’s worthless. I don’t see any suggestion that it’s part of a contract.
But I eat paste, I don’t know how anything really works.
They’re not even building a new DC, they’re expanding existing ones. Ten jobs, for that?


I don’t think anyone cares if you cheat at a single-player game.
If it’s a multi-player game, well, that activity doesn’t belong to you exclusively.


You can’t sell an online, multiplayer, competitive game experience, with the golden goose of in-game-purchases, if the game is dominated by cheaters. The players will find something else to play.
You have to let me bring them into the store, they’re my emotional support wolves