lib1

joined 5 years ago
[–] lib1@hexbear.net 1 points 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago)

Remember the scene in Breaking Bad where they dissolve a body in acid? It’s that one. Just in some dude’s butt. So maybe he was watching Breaking Bad and misunderstood what was happening

[–] lib1@hexbear.net 4 points 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago)

That’s fair. I wouldn’t go as far as saying everyone could be a phd candidate. For one thing, I think that’s a skill set that goes beyond intellectual aptitude and not everyone has the necessary temperament and set of tertiary skills. There’s also a big difference between what could have been if everyone had been educated properly from birth vs where people are at after decades of neglect and trauma and atrophy. That shit literally causes brain damage.

[–] lib1@hexbear.net 3 points 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago) (2 children)

That’s not a matter of capacity though. Most kids are able to learn to read through basic instruction and almost all of the remaining kids can learn through appropriate intervention. This is why literacy is largely a policy decision rather than a matter of aptitude.

[–] lib1@hexbear.net 1 points 4 days ago* (last edited 4 days ago)

I use it a couple times a day and always double check its output. It works decently well for what I want it to do. Programming work and our codebase has a lot of boilerplatey things

[–] lib1@hexbear.net 3 points 4 days ago (1 children)

I can’t imagine the nightmare of trying to reproduce “incorrect data” and they just send you the prompt instead of the query

[–] lib1@hexbear.net 8 points 1 week ago (2 children)

It’s not possible in any corporate stores purely for the fact that they use facial recognition extensively. Doesn’t matter if you can technically get away with paying cash and using a fake name. You’re being tracked the moment their cameras can see you and they have extensive profiles on people even if you’ve never used a debit card, given them an email, or given them a phone number.

 

At my first job I worked with a Puerto Rican dude named Ray. We got along good. The work was cleaning duty for a music instruction place so we’d do a bunch of cleaning which was boring as fuck and then we’d have some spare time to play music before our next assignment. Sometimes we’d run over to his house on break because it was close and he was always generous trying to give me food and stuff. All things considered it was a good gig for a couple teenagers over the summer.

Like a month in, he invites me to a wedding his family is putting on. Can’t quite remember who it was for unfortunately. It was almost 20 years ago. He said I just gotta save up and rent a tux. I said hell yeah and we were all excited. We talked about it every week or so and every time he kept telling me, “these Ricans are gonna eat you alive, son.” And I’m white as fuck and autistic so I was like, “that sounds bad but he sounds excited so I’ll just assume it’s supposed to be exciting and not say anything about me being nervous” but inside I was all nervous like “I don’t wanna get eaten alive.”

Some time goes by, it comes time and I hadn’t saved up and I told him I wasn’t going. And he was pretty hurt by it. To this day I regret not keeping up with him and I regret not going to that wedding. Ray was nothing but kind to me and I snubbed him. I could have told my mom and maybe she would have helped me remember to save. And she would have told me to ask what the date was and get details and stuff. Like I just handled it really badly and I regularly feel bad about it.