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Tag Archives: relatable
Worst. Flowchart. Ever.
Can’t afford a nice birthday party for my daughter –> feel bad about being poor –> ask friends to help out –> feel bad for asking favors –> no one responds –> feel bad for being alone –> but then they do –> feel bad for feeling alone before –> …
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Riddle Me This, Too
Am I being paranoid, or has AI actually made autocorrect worse?
If we’re going to start stuffing LLMs into every crack and crevice of our lives like cream into cheap profiteroles, could we at least include a way to give it feedback? Because I would dearly like to have some way of explaining to my phone that no, I did not and will never wish to discuss “the copy of her hair,” and starting a sentence with “I’m fact, …” makes me both look and feel like a maniac.
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What Are You up To?
Me? Oh, not much, just my normal, healthy coping mechanism of avoiding some minor task because I’m scared I won’t be able to do it well or complete it in time and I’ll fail everyone because I’m an awful person and then I avoid thinking about it because I feel guilty for avoiding it and that makes me even more terrified of doing it and then I avoid talking about it and put off the people who need me to get it done because I’m avoiding thinking about it and that makes me afraid of them and then I end up in a depression spiral because I’ve failed everyone and I’m an awful person and then the depression makes everything worse.
How about you?
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Design So Bad It’s Gaslighting
So there I am, reading someone else’s post on WordPress. I get to the bottom and start looking for the “like” button because I did, in fact, like it. I can see it’s been “liked” by about a hundred other people. I can even see which ones! And I can see that I’m logged in, so that shouldn’t be a problem.
And yet, there is no “like” button to be seen–no star, no heart, no thumbs-up, nothing. I look up. I look down. I look from side to side. It’s not anywhere!
I’m not sure if it’s me or the UI, but at least one of us is absolutely moronic.
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Mal-Come Again?
Over the years, there have been quite a few contenders for “worst misspelling of my name ever,” but this one’s just taken the top spot easily:
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Why Am I Like This, pt. IX
*shares a meme on social media*
*scrolls through more memes, shares another*
*scrolls back, sees the meme I shared 15 seconds ago*
*has to check own status because I can’t remember if I actually shared it or just thought about sharing it*
*meme is about ADHD*
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Why Am I Like This, pt. VII
Me: Hmm…what if [obscure hypothetical that will 1000% never actually happen]
Also me: *proceeds to waste the next 80 minutes working out how I would respond to all the most upsetting and stressful details of said hypothetical*
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Hot Take
If your company ever releases a version of their mobile app where selecting something moves the selectable elements, the developer responsible should be shot.
I mean, like, with a squirt gun or something. Obviously.
But not gently.
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In Search of Secrets 