But then you couldn’t go back and make sure they never met
But then you couldn’t go back and make sure they never met
I have the concept of a plan… Of making int to the hospital before indie…of alcohol
So my analogy still holds true.
This comment was the equivalent of convenience store fried foods. Didn’t do much for anyone, wasn’t in particularly good taste, was a little stale…
But just like convenience store food…
I’ll be damned if I didn’t enjoy it just a little bit.
Ты им скажи, товарищ.
Is the pirate valued at $100,000,000,000? Will the pirate ever make enough of a dent to be considered a rounding error in a $100bn valuation? Is the pirate even attempting to turn a profit?
If the training data was for personal consumption, knock yourself out. When you try to say you’re worth billions but can’t afford to pay for the material? Fuck all the way off. I’m sure fucknuts at the top of this is gonna get a fat fucking pay day, so scrape a few fucking zeros off their quartly bonus and pay the people actually making the fucking content you are ABSOLUTELY going to turn around and try to make a profit off of.
чудак
I read this in this tone…
Straight to to sofa department you big dumb bitch
If irritation is meditative… I’m the mother fucking Budah…
Why do people hate Gwynne Shotwell(sp)? I get the Musk hate and the diarrhea of the mouth/brain… but G.S. is a BAMF.
Nevermind, I was wrong… She is COO… point still stands though.
Boeing has already failed… to what scale will be directly proportional to how big of a fireball this thing turns into.
Honestly, GPT has strengthened my coding skills… for the simple reason that the handful of times I’ve asked it to do something the response I get back is so outlandish that I go “That CAN’T be right” and figure out how to do it myself…
Research with extra steps… I get it, but still…
I actually was sitting here thinking about it from the astronauts’ perspective… I’m sure their mental fortitude is more robust than the average human, but could you imagine being indefinitely stranded in a Pringles can whipping around the planet once every 90 minutes with zero ability to do anything to extricate yourself from the situation? The thought makes my skin crawl… but I don’t fly for the same reasons lol
Straight up his ass, via a boot?
Why do I get the feeling this was made by Bobby Boucher’s mama?
I hope I get to read mine someday, I really wanna say