Highly influential culture? It’s a fantasy work, not the cure to cancer. But I’ll agree on one thing: corporations are not people; they should be paying to the original creator(s) an efty cut of their profits, from their derivative works.

So you create whatever work. You have exclusive rights to it, let’s say for the sake of the argument, 10 years. During that time you never get any return from your work. But after you can no longer claim your rights, someone, perhaps even a company, stumbles on it - or perhaps they just carefully and patiently waited for it - takes it and capitalizes off it, with you watching and sucking your thumb.

No.

If you, an individual, creates something, you have the right to hold your intelectual property. What should be repelled is how easy it is to exploit artists, of any medium.

I’m very critic of the AI craze. Too much hype, money, time,energy and effort put in to get very little from it. And considering most LLMs are trained on stolen intelectual property, that makes it even worse.

LLMs are tools. The people using such tools give it personality, a semblance of agency, see what is not there and start to consider a tool a form of life.

I’ve seen people pour so much of them into a local model, the bot develops a quasi clone of their personality. But the program is not the person.

Please, stop making bots what they are not.

Nice.

This reminds me: weren’t pet rocks a thing at a certain time?

You’re describing me but I am not autistic. Can we again just say it is just a bad idea all together.

How come?

AI models to “aid” in court, listening to witnesses in order to assert if said person is telling the truth or lying are being proposed in my country.

Argument: it will speed up trials, declogging the justice system by extension.

Most lawyers are horrified, as well some judges.

Meanwhile, a judge as been suspended and reprimanded for using AI tools to write his decisions for him.

Yes, the bot did allucinate arguments and used argumentation in common law style, while my country is civil law model.

I can’t say the same thing, sadly.

People around me get easily fascinated by convinience over security and privacy. Biometric phone unlocking, work-only-through-app accessories, smart tvs, connected refrigerators, kitchen robots and expresso machines, autonomous vaccuum cleaners or web enabled water heaters and ACs… convenience rules absolute.

I enjoy going to stores and have sales people throw their pitch at me. The look on their face is priceless as all the convenience functions don’t ring any appeal to me; nothing against them, they are doing their job, but still.

I hope we can force change and push back on the ever growing invasive tactics of companies and markets.

The dude is drunk. To the point he forgets when he is.

I’m going to risk his then hot girlfriend/now wife read that message and got a pinch of miffed just by knowing he was drunk.

I still say it’s a sweet thing to read. Drunk and nonetheless still in love for his signficant other? Precious.

Things like these are getting ridiculous and the most unreasonable of it all is that most people do not consider this as predatory and invasive behaviour from manufacturers.

I like my appliances dumb. Don’t try to sell me a smart TV, a smart fridge or a smart anything. It does not need to connect to the internet. It needs to do one specific task and one only. I don’t need my fridge to order groceries.

That’s sweet. If the guy still sees her as his girlfriend, when drunk, the right feeling is still there. And if he get’s excited for knowing she’s his wife presently, that’s even better.

But I’m going to risk things a bit off between them. That reply sounded a bit miffed, from the wife.

Depends on the dog, the available space and how they’re cared for.

I take care of two shepperd dogs and they just love to spend their day sleeping and lazying around. Morning walk I almost need to beg them to get out of bed. End of the day walk, they’re fine. But these are two lazy ladies. My partner, their godfather, was always up for a long walk, come sun or rain.

No fountain pens?

There is a sciemce fiction book on that, from Ray Bradbury.

Cuttlefish? And crabs!

You’re forgetting octopi, otters, squids, and maybe ants or other social insect.

Sadness and potatoes do not combine.

The thing is, unless you eat unreasonable amounts of potatoes, you wouldn’t. Potatoes are a good food. And very flexible in terms of preparing.

Grab some small potatoes and throw them into something you can put in the oven. After washing the tubers, salt them heavily. No. Even more. No. More than that. Yes. That’s it. Perfection.

Set the oven between 150 and 180 degrees Celsius and roast the potatoes. You want to see the skin starting to parch, loosening from the flesh, and slightly browning. The potatoes are boilling in their own juices, so they are going to end fluffy. Twenty to thirty minutes in the oven should suffice.

While the potatoes are in the oven, go get a small pot, three cloves of garlic and, if you can manage, a twig of rosemary. Smash the garlic, unpeeled, put a generous amount of olive oil in the pot and fry the cloves, until golden, along with the rosemary. Remove the solids with a spoon after fried. You now have aromatized olive oil.

Take the spuds from the oven, brush the excess salt off, set them on a board and give them a light tap. You should hear a pop as the skin breaks. Go ahead. Let out that pent up aggression. Done? Good.

Put the potatoes on your plate, drizzle with the olive oil, sprinkle some black pepper and, if you have it, a touch of nutmeg. Fresh; the powdered one is almost flavourless and is more expensive. Buy a whole nut.

Congratulations.

You just made batatas a murro (punched potatoes). Enjoy with some bread and, of you are a drinker, a glass of red wine. Peasants food is the best food.