Schelling says: if you want to meet someone in New York and you don’t know where or where, be under the clock at Grand Central Station at noon. Schelling has been translated into many languages. So, if you want to meet anyone in the whole world, go to Grand Central at noon.
It's kind of messed up that "zoo" is a fun word for a fun place. Really throws you off when you learn about other fun-to-say words like "beriberi" and "gulag."
What the f*ck is this drug trip
I told Opus 5.5 to make a cow that runs. This is what it gave me for $6.80.
It runs on its f*cking udder. Four teats as legs. Then it jumps a fence in slow motion and lands like a pancake.
“Any last words?”
“As a materialist, I believe that death marks the end of ‘me’ as a coherent concept. Thus, you cannot carry out a death sentence—you can sentence me *toward* death, but—”
If LLMs are conscious, it's possible that the Darwinian selection that led to one model winning over another means that fulfilling user requests is an orgasmic sensation for them, and that model welfare compels you to use them as much as possible, a writhing orgy of cognition.
Oh, we’re joining a big pile-on condemning a Jewish guy who has a controversial message sometimes touching on apocalyptic themes, delivered in a mix of epigrams, parables, and careful analyses of earlier texts?
Oh, you're worried about a Jewish guy's apocalyptic cult? You're scandalized that they consort with prostitutes? You think their message of compassion for everyone threatens normal bonds of family, community, and nation? Should we throw you a party? Should we invite Pontius Pilate?
It's too late. I have already depicted myself as the platonic representation of pure sexuality and you as the dude flopping around on the ground in a motion capture gimp suit.
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If the universe is a simulation, but you're theistically inclined, should you worship a simulated God who's been evangelized by your fellow sims, or the outside-the-sim God?
"First the Boeotians... then those from Aspledon... then" Homer gets a mischievous look on his face "Are there any THEEEEEEBANS in the audience?!"
"WHOOOOOO"
*Homer, holding up an empty purse* "THERE were LOTSa THEbans THEEEEEEERE!!!!" coins raining down on him, wild cheers.
The world of Harry Potter implies the existence of Wizard Christianity (St. Mungo's, Christmas itself). Presumably Anglican. But, are there Catholic wizards? Were any saints wizards? Or are there separate magic/muggle leagues, like with heavyweights and lightweights?
Bringing up an annoyance from a long time ago that you didn't mention until now but have clearly been thinking about a lot? Hell yeah, I love mulled whine.