

Between this shit and the oncoming tech-inflicted recession, my wife and I are both reskilling out of tech. I’m looking into electrician and she’s looking into accounting. Two fields that are, at least in theory, sufficiently motivated by accuracy and reality to be at least somewhat protected from the rise and fall of the confabulatron.
We’ll see how it goes, but God if that “Burn in hell” doesn’t just hit me right in the soul.



Today in excellent cold opens: “I didn’t talk to ChatGPT, I never have. Instead, I took a load of edibles and laid down in the driveway with the hose on. I produced nothing of value and wasted a ton of water, but at least I ate three protein bars so I’m so healthy.”