The random blitherings of an astronomer
I just giggled with a little too much schadenfreude. I have to mop up that slop everyday. It's nice to know it trickles to the top as well.
Why do I feel compelled to create a Google account called Boring Androgynous Prose and post abject nothingness everywhere?
Come on Google. These are so stupid obvious.What are we ever to do when the bots are actually good at blending in?
I find it particularly amusing that it was in a thread about AI. It's the equivalent of a robot falling over.
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I just giggled with a little too much schadenfreude. I have to mop up that slop everyday. It's nice to know it trickles to the top as well.
ReplyDeleteWhy do I feel compelled to create a Google account called Boring Androgynous Prose and post abject nothingness everywhere?
ReplyDeleteCome on Google. These are so stupid obvious.
ReplyDeleteWhat are we ever to do when the bots are actually good at blending in?
I find it particularly amusing that it was in a thread about AI. It's the equivalent of a robot falling over.
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