What is this? What even is this animal??
Category Archives: Microblogging
Imposter Syndrome, pt. II
Me: Wow, people seem to like my last post a lot. I’ve gotten some really positive feedback!
My brain: Well, you worked really hard on it. You should be proud! All that practice is paying–
My other brain: QuiT nOW, yOUv’E pEakeD
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When Your AI Training Course Was Written With AI
I was joking before about being turned into a robot car, but now I’m not so sure it was a mistake??
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Why Am I Like This, pt. VI
Me: Hmm, why are my extremities all tingly and numb? That’s concerning.
My brain: It’s probably because you’re tired and dehyd–
My anxiety: STROKE
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Upskilling
The company I work for is making everyone take a course in AI. This is the introduction:
Can’t wait to have cybernetic eyes and a car that drives itself!
…Or am I going to become a car that drives itself…?
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Around the Bend
Just in case anybody still needed proof that E.M. has completely lost his sanity, here he is arguing that having fewer senses makes you a safer driver:
If this weren’t so sad and dangerous, it would be almost as funny as the disagreements he’s constantly getting into with his own AI (you know, the one supposedly built to have truth-seeking as its primary goal?)
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A Cleese Call
There comes a time in every person’s life when they finally realize that John Cleese is, and has always been, quite sexy, actually.
This time is called “getting old.”
Update: a friend of mine illustrated this one! Thanks, Pocket Pisces Prince!
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Imposter Syndrome
Me: If reading my own writing gives me goosebumps and makes me cry, that probably means it’s maybe sorta good, right?
My brain: Sounds fake. Don’t trust it.
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It’s Nice to Know I Care
Me: It’s a good thing I put this appointment in my calendar for 15 minutes before the actual time, ’cause if it really was at 2:30 I would be running so late right now.
…I should probably call and make sure it really is at 2:45 instead. If I’m misremembering I am probably gonna have to reschedule 😥
Soon…
Receptionist: So, what was your question?
Me: I just wanted to confirm the time of my appointment today.
Receptionist: All right, let’s see here…it looks like it’s at 3 pm.
Me: …Three o’clock?
Receptionist: Yes, that’s right.
Me: *suddenly overwhelmed by the strange feeling of being lovingly cared for by my own past self*
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