I took his comment to mean the people who accepted that tinnitus was not physical.

Oh man, I love TB. My wife and I love reading. We are constantly ordering books, and you can find pretty much everything there.

Thriftbooks.com

I’ve been in court. A lot. I’ve never seen a seated defendant flanked by armed cops. When heightened security is called for, it’s present but not performative; it’s functional. The level of theatricality they use is nuts.

I am aware of what I don’t know, and having something which hallucinates produce something I want to use seems silly. I wouldn’t be able to verify it independently because I’m not smart enough. It just seems like asking for trouble. Like I would ask the thing which gave me broken code in the first place to fix it? Smort.

I’ve so far avoided using LLMs unless I need something explicitly explained. I don’t know enough to be able to verify any code it would produce, so I don’t know what the hell these vibe coders are doing.

But I’m also a little long in the tooth to be starting this, so maybe that’s part of my problem.

As someone who’s been trying to learn Python recently, this resonates with me. I am glad I will always fuck it up.

Oh but now I’m gonna!

Funnily enough, that’s a type of butter pronounced with a hard g.

Yeah, I mean it isn’t j raphical interchange format.

Oh come on, this is funny. Don’t downvote humor you old farts. I’m old enough to remember when we got internet. I was 14 and had to beg mom to let us use the free AOL trial.

Once that month was up, we were hooked faster than if we had visited a Chinese opium den in the 1800s.

Edit: wow I sure fucked up that first draft. I was 14, not 24.

Luckily they’re (mostly) self sufficient.

Oh yeah, we can see everything in the pasture from the back deck of the house. The 6 month.old calf tries to play with the sheep, but they don’t understand why this giant is chasing them.

Sheep are, in my experience, the dumbest livestock around. The will shove their head through fence openings to eat the exact same grass on their side, get stuck, and then just bleat to be rescued. They are coyote unaware, and will stare at them instead of running away to the barn. They fall in ponds and creeks and can’t get back out. Get tangled up in blackberry vines and get stuck.

Wild sheep are probably smart in order to survive, but domestication has removed all semblance of cleverness.

I haven’t, no. The name of this place is (or reasonably should be) Good Enough Farms.

Most of the things are pretty easy. The sheep are self-sufficient most of the time, unless they’re lambing or getting stuck in a fence. The are the dumbest mulotherfuckers around. Same with the cow, but since she’s nursing, I supplement with alfalfa pellets. Other than her and the chickens, there isn’t a whole lot to do but manage the nonsense from afar.

Well enough, I’m always injured in one way or another but the work still needs to be done. I realized after this happened the chicken feed needed to be replenished, as did the alfalfa pellets for the cows. So that was neat, carrying the feed sacks where they needed to go like a decrepit old man.

I bent over this morning to scoop out some feed for the chickens and threw out my lower back.

So, not enough it seems.

I want this on a shirt