Category: Thoughts

  • Stop Interacting With The Word Math Program

    Over on Tumblr, the “very functional webbed site” which is perpetually on the verge of falling completely apart, I don’t usually do more than reblog the occasional post, sometimes with a tag or so added, occasionally with actual commentary.

    One of the tags I use a lot lately? “#fuck genAI”

    Four rubber ducks styled to resemble boxy-type robots, in various colors.
    I would trust these duckies over the product of any given genAI algorithm.

    I recently added commentary to a post (one about the John Cena chatbot kerfuffle, if you’re curious) and thought, “You know what? I should store this on my own dingdanged website for posterity.” And so, somewhat reworked, here’s my official position on genAI garbage like ChatGPT and its ilk.

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  • Just Plain Getting Older

    I went on a long, long train ride to SE Portland and back last week to visit Dad, who’s in the hospital on account of… well, I’m not entirely sure what got him there but “just plain getting old” is what it boils down to. He may or may not remember that I was there, that’s how out-of-it he was, but I made the trip and did my best. And yes, I kept my Flo Mask on the entire time.

    We’re not a close-knit family, but that doesn’t make it any less gut-wrenching to realize that we’re also all just plain getting older. It’s the way of things, I suppose.

  • The Only Requirement

    I’m struggling with the sense, as I often do, that I’m not getting enough done. I haven’t put enough things away in the closet. I haven’t organized enough. I haven’t “produced content.” I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t justified my continued existence.

    Intellectually I know better, but brains are assholes (as we often say in this house) so I’m just going to place the following two statements here, in public, as a reminder to myself and to anyone else who need them:

    The only absolute requirement is that you get through to tomorrow.
    The only goal that matters is to not make things any worse for anyone (including yourself) in the meantime if you can prevent doing so.

    Everything else is gravy. Any progress is a bonus, not a minimum requirement.

  • First check-in of 2024

    You know the year’s off to a fun start when you startle yourself awake several minutes before the alarm on the 3rd day of the year with the realization that you forgot to pay the rent and the electricity bill two days prior like you were supposed to.

    The year’s not bad exactly, so far, but it’s certainly being weird. And that’s before we get into it being an election year. Ugggggh.

    I don’t have as much to look forward to this year, entertainment-wise at least, so I’m going to have to make my own reasons to keep going. Like, I have a new Satisfactory (solo) save game to kick off now that “ChooChooingScenery” is wrapped up. The goal is to post more & better material about that as it begins and proceeds, both about what’s happening in game and what I’m doing around the game (planning, etc).

    There’s also the ongoing (for now) co-op game with the kids, plus a possible new co-op game with someone from Discord. More on that when/if it happens.

    Last year was a lot about music, this year may be a lot about (e)books. I’m ramping up my light novel reading, (not) helped by getting into the Ascendance of a Bookworm series which is a stack of reading all on its own. (They’re quite good, though.) Then there’s Apothecary Diaries to start in on, the Frieren manga to continue, and so on. Ask me about my rec’s! Oh wait, maybe those should become posts. Right. I know how this thing works, honest.

    I stopped using what-was-Twitter, started using Mastodon more and Bluesky somewhat, but mostly my intent is to post things here first & foremost. I did much better at it last year! Some months I hit double-digit post counts! Not many, but some. Drifting away from “social media,” I take refuge in the land of RSS and such.

    Join me, won’t you?

  • Film, Orson Welles, and Facts

    Last night, out of a mix of boredom and mild curiosity, I watched They’ll Love Me When I’m Dead. It’s a weird, somewhat confusing window into a very specific portion of the life of a famous film director. And right out of the gate, a thesis statement of sorts is presented to the viewer: The title is a quote ascribed to Orson Welles… and immediately other voices claim that no, he never said that.

    Huh.

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  • No Such Thing As Unskilled Labor

    Literally every working person I will ever meet possesses skills and knowledge which would take me some notable amount of time to fully grasp, if I even ever could. Yes, even garbage collectors. Maids. Clerks. Delivery drivers. Agricultural workers. Even the migrant ones.

    The fact that it took years (decades?) to realize this is a tribute to the social stigma about “unskilled labor” and similar class-divide-enforcing concepts.

    If you want to look down on someone, look down on the idle rich who have money to (figuratively, and possibly literally) burn and all they do to get it is… have money to burn.