Alistair Young @cerebrate@schelling.pt

100. No matter how wearied you are by the incompetent fools surrounding you, you may not spray knowledge-bearing nanites from high-flying aircraft.

No-one will care that they aren't technically chemtrails.

- _145 Things Not To Be Done In The Associated Worlds_

#eldraeverse

bend down to check the hot end

inhale a lungful of the warm, sweet smell of hot PLA

sigh in pleasure

"ahhh,,, the delicious scent of productivity!"

#3dprinting #weirdkinks

Today's Musical Discovery -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJPlyAZvmQI

Fictional event of the day: On this day, at 2:14 am, Skynet becomes self-aware. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.

Real moral of the day: Trying to murder sufficiently smart children gets you all nuked, hunted down, and killed.

#ai

Favorite German word of the day: Maulwurf.

Which means "mole".

See, to me, moles are associated with weak vision, and good housekeeping, and nice cups of tea, and at this point I must admit that everything I learned about moles came from _The Wind in the Willows_.

"Maulwurf", on the other hand, sounds ridiculously badass.

Like, if someone told me they'd seen a maulwurf in the garden, I'd be all "Get my shotgun. And maybe the flammenwerfer."

This disconnect is entirely too amusing.

Everyone talks about election interference, but no-one talks about proposed policies so self-evidently self-destructive that they should be presumed evidence of working for a hostile power.

I am very tempted to record the presidential debate, whenever it happens, so I can pause after each question, type it into ChatGPT, and see if the LLM can give a more coherent answer than either candidate.

My money's on the stochastic parrot.

(No, not Trump, the other stochastic parrot.)

When your species has telekinesis, you can spin a generator with your brain.

I call this "will to power".

Normalize sending each other large blocks of random numbers.

So, today it occurred to me to wonder what a unit of blood is, in volume.

The internet said "approximately a pint", so I said, "oh, those bloody medics again, too special to call it a pint like everyone else".

Except it's not. It's around 525 ml, which is 43 ml smaller than a proper Imperial pint and 52 ml bigger than a colonial pint, and 40-odd ml may not be much blood but is frankly more than I care to lose track of.

So, again, what the hell, medics?

Real: a flammenwerfer that werfs flammen.

Plausible: a nebelwerfer that werfs nebel.

Too much: a panzerwerfer that werfs panzers.