New level of ai psychosis: when I’m in a particularly instagrammable cafe or restaurant I’ll start feeling like the whole place is ai generated.
currently preparing 50+ pages of legalese, paying $600 in immigration fees and missing all the halloween parties just so i can do BD at a gambling conference in italy.
My parents read a German news article about 996 and the “permanent underclass” and are now trying to bully me back into full-time employment.
it's starting to dawn on me that chatgpt isn't only overly verbose when it comes to text, but that it does the same shit with code?
malena retweeted
there are dudes in sf that have been tweeting "Taste is the moat" that will be going to the market st uniqlo on opening day
Barista: “I like your shirt!”
Me: “oh it’s just NVIDIA swag.”
Barista: “what’s NVIDIA?”
Me: “they make computer chips … for AI … see the tea pots on the shirt … they are AI generated.”
Barista stops being friendly.
Jesus broke bread with his enemies, I gave a quarter of my first self-grown strawberry to a man who dragged me through the mud on this platform. Jesus and I are both gullible af.
somehow slutcon feels icky and cursed, whereas i'm looking forward to going to folsom tmrw. i guess i never liked pay to play.









