Being a person doesn’t give them the right to someone else’s body to survive.
Unless we’re legalizing forced blood, liver, marrow, and kidney donation?
Being a person doesn’t give them the right to someone else’s body to survive.
Unless we’re legalizing forced blood, liver, marrow, and kidney donation?
Based on watching my Borzoi decide whether or not to sneak into the kitchen, I’d say yes.
My brother and I used to spend hours playing together in an old 2-player dungeon game.
Some people don’t get highs from beating other people.
PVP sucks. There are always people willing to spend more money than I am on a game.
Campaign style playing with others isn’t AS bad, though.
Exactly. Coffee, ice cream, or something like that. Perfect first date.
Spoken like someone who isn’t afraid of potential dates. Lol.
No way I’m meeting privately on a first date with someone I don’t know. I’d rather be stood up in the restaurant.
Being suicidal weighs about 50 pounds for me.
I’d not change much, just my suicide weight, a couple of functional issues, and a few troublesome moles.
I can’t find a legitimate source for this man actually existing. Do you happen to have any?
Somebody skipped the checks and balances lesson in 10th grade American History, eh?
Gosh, I thought mine had a bad overbite. Derpiness max factor unlocked.
Absolutely. Mostly because I don’t consume much entertainment. Movies and TV really shape how people think.
The thing most companies are missing is to design the AI experience. What happens when it fails? Are we making options available for those who want a standard experience? Do we even have an elegant feedback loop to mark when it fails? Are we accounting for different pitches and accents? How about speech impediments?
I’m a designer focusing on AI, but a lot of companies haven’t even realized they need a designer for this. It’s like we’re the conscience of tech, and listened to about as often.
I don’t lie, so I’ll say, “well, you know…” and if they are friends, they know, if they aren’t, that’s a clue that they don’t want to.
Just so you know, these guys are invasive and do their best to kill native species of birds.
I hope to never go back to office. Remote has been a life changer. I have time to keep weeds out of my garden. The flexibility to have workers at my house whenever they are available. The freedom to set up my desk how I like it. Time to eat breakfast. I don’t get headaches every day any more from the lighting. I get to go outside during breaks for some sunshine time. I’m here when the kids come home.
My work is more focused. No more road stress. I may be able to move to a place I can tolerate. No more wearing makeup that is bad for my skin. No more having to pack a lunch. My life is infinitely better without having to commute.
Reproducing doesn’t grant meaning. Sheesh.
That’s not even close to true. Don’t believe what Hollywood and Disney are trying to sell. Having a partner doesn’t grant meaning or satisfaction with life, nor does not having one bar you from either.
The kind of people who are happy with someone tend to also be the kind of people who are happy single.
“Forever Alone” is a carrot, not a stick, my man.
That’s not genocide, that’s eugenics. Just as bad.