Presented without further commentary: “Funkytown” vs. “Closer to Funkytown”
subject: “DAVID, BE YOURSELF – You are perfect in every way!”
Whenever folks are like “Dave, aren’t you worried about AI making your job obsolete?” I’ll just remember this crackerjack spam bot’s best attempt at closing the sale:
SPOILER ALERT: I’m an emphatically Jewish straight cis-gendered father who looks awful in long-sleeved T-shirts/crew-necked sweatshirts.
Conjoined Twins AMA (“Ask Me Anything”)
Extremely interesting from start to finish, but the bit at 7:30 where they are talking to another set of identical (non-conjoined) twins about sexuality and fetishization (though only one minute long) is fascinating.
Dude is Living His Best Life; Good on Him!
This was presented by choreographer Sadeck Waff (in white) as part of the the closing ceremonies at the 2020 Tokyo Paralympic Games (the 2024 games will be in Paris).
Some part of me objects to this armed robot dog because it doesn’t seem “sporting” … 🤖
[ARTICLE: Robot Dogs Now Have Assault Rifles Mounted On Their Backs]
… and then I reflect on this SNL skit about the evil scientist contest, and realize I’m being a little twee. Folks don’t build IEDs because they are fair. They don’t fire mortar’s from the alley next to a hospital, or operate out of apartment blocks full of civilians because they “have no other choice.”
War is killing, not “defense” or “peacekeeping.” It is about the maximization of dead humans who aren’t you while minimizing the dead ones who are you. A robot dog with a gun obviously leads to the best dead not-yous per dead-you ratio.
If that is shitty, it’s because war and violence are shitty, not because technology is shitty or imperialist aggressors aren’t playing fair or whatever.
All war is low-key genocide. If you don’t like that, then you better start agitating against war, not just bitching about new robots. The robots are not the problem.
“Uncle Owen! This R2 Unit has a bad motivator. Look!”
The Devil’s Craft Project: Go Superdog, GO!
I found this image in a note on my computer labelled “The Devil’s Craft Project: Go Superdog, GO!“
I don’t know where I found it. I don’t know why I saved it. I don’t know what I intended to do with it.
But … just … man, right? The past is hella fucked up at every turn.