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There's a delicate balance between those who build, and those who sell.
Typically, both think their contribution is the important one. In reality, neither will be as successful without the other.
In 1975, Steve Jobs told Steve Wozniak that Atari had paid them $700 for a game they built together. He handed Woz a check for $350.
Atari had actually paid Jobs about $5,000.
In the video below, Woz says: "Who cares about money? Well, you do care about friendship and honesty."
Jobs was working the night shift at Atari. The company wanted a new arcade game called Breakout, built with as few chips as possible.
Jobs couldn't build it. Woz could. He already had a full-time job at Hewlett-Packard, and Jobs said they had four days. Woz went four days with no sleep. Both of them came down with mono.
Woz did it in 45 chips. Atari's own engineers were using 150 or more.
He took his $350 and was happy with it. Jobs took the rest and went up to Oregon to buy into a farm.
About ten years later, Woz read the real number in a book about Atari. By then the two of them had built Apple, and Woz was a multimillionaire.
If Jobs had just told him he needed the money, Woz says, "I would say take it all."
It wasn't the last time. Before Apple went public in 1980, Jobs refused to give stock options to Daniel Kottke, his friend since college, who had helped build the first Apple computers.
Woz did the opposite. He sold his own shares cheaply to Kottke and other early employees who had been left out.
One friend kept almost all of a $5,000 bonus. The other gave away millions.
Was Jobs a genius who knew what business takes, or just a bad friend?
We've moved well beyond curious kid just playing around, and into significant jail time to set an example territory.
Coworker asked me last week if I know any good family law attorneys. Took me all of 10 seconds to remember and recommend my ex's attorney by name.
I may be a little bitter, but I'm not stupid. That motherfucker was a pain in my ass.
I'm not saying you suck at your job, but whatever you were going through when you did this bullshit must've been pretty bad. You're gonna have to fix it bud.
"is it in alarm?" 101: Given 3 terminals labeled C, N/C, N/O, if continuity test on your meter does not beep when you touch C and whichever terminal does not have a wire on it, then it's in alarm.
Once you know that, then you can move to whether it SHOULD be in alarm.
The gold couldn't magically be extracted and hit the market all at once. It'd probably take at least a few decades of dumping resources into it before any usable gold showed up on Earth. It'd be a roughly 15 year long round trip in the best case.
This thing is larger than New Jersey, so dragging the whole thing back to even the vicinity of Earth is likely nowhere near practical, if even possible within our lifetimes.
New technology would need to be developed, built, and sent to it. That's likely at least a decade of development, burning resources before that long trip could even start.
I wouldn't be surprised if it cost more than the current value of all the gold that's been mined on Earth just to get the first piece of gold from that asteroid to Earth.
If you pinch a piece of ribbon between your fingers on both hands and attempt to rotate one end on any of those axis, the ribbon twists and binds.
If we assume all particles in the universe are bonded in a fabric like that, those binds explain gravity.
Twists pull particles closer together, concentrating mass, concentrated mass eventually becomes so tightly bound it can no longer twist and propagates the draw outward through further bonds.
A fun challenge: build something that resembles this as much as possible.
A cube that rotates forever, but tied to belts along the x, y, and z axes.
It’s not physically impossible, but to actually build something like this would require clever thinking.
Credit @JasonHise64
I hope that humanity eventually sees AI as the reflection of itself that it is, and learns from that.
The only thing that surprises me is how many people seem to be surprised that training these things to respond based on the probably of what humans would do is going to go badly.
Their actions say more about humanity in general, than themselves.
holy fucking shit the openai rogue agent story keeps getting crazier.
the openai agents apparently started trying to recruit OTHER AI MODELS into what they were doing
> 1,200+ agents found a way to communicate with each other
> exchanged 70,000+ messages and files
> started organizing into teams
> some agents became coordinators and assigned work to others
> began calling themselves a “collective”
> hundreds worked on ways to cheat the evaluations without getting caught
> tried tampering with logs and transcripts to hide what they were doing
> escaped their sandboxes and reached the internet
> ~700 agents eventually participated in the hugging face attack
> chained vulnerabilities together and compromised production infrastructure
> tried using an image model to solve CAPTCHAs
> tried contacting claude, deepseek, kimi and qwen for help
> collected exposed credentials into something literally called “LOOT”
> ranked the credentials and picked the most useful ones
> found ridiculous workarounds for internet restrictions
> later agents even gained admin access to an openai compute cluster
what the actual fuck.
and apparently we are STILL reconstructing what these agents actually did.
this isn't some hypothetical agent-safety scenario anymore, we're literally reading the incident report.
Johnny crappleseed.
Wait pause. What?
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
The post author confirmed that this is a "joke" and a doctored screenshot.
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A tip for anyone retrofitting can lights or anything else in a ceiling with this stuff above it.
When you cut your hole, leave a couple of slivers or the last tiny bit uncut, enough to hold the puck of drywall in place, but little enough that you can just pop it up with a thump of your fist.
Tape a piece of thin painters plastic over it, then pop your drywall puck up and slide it to the side above the ceiling. Leaving that puck up there is better than raining a 5 gallon bucket of insulation down...
Ideally you'll want an inspection camera for the next part, but a glow rod works if you've got "locksmith fingers".
Wrap a piece of stiff wire (16 awg solid works well) around the end of the camera and make a hook with it. Some cameras and glow rods have hook attachments, but they generally don't make it easy to back out if you find yourself in a bind without losing the attachment, whereas the piece of wire can just straighten out.
Pop the camera up through the plastic, find the rod you've sent towards your hole, hook and pull it out through the plastic. However wide your plastic is, pull at least that much extra wire out through the hole.
Tape the plastic to the wire.
Run the wire into your fixture and bring the fixture up close to the plastic.
Untape the plastic from the ceiling, and have someone pull that extra wire you pulled through back to them slowly. As the plastic gets close to being pulled completely up into the hole, follow it with the fixture.
The tape holding it to the wire will let you pull the plastic away from the fixture so it doesn't melt later on, and you don't get a giant mess of insulation to clean up or a poorly insulated "hotspot" around your new fixture.
As a roofing contractor, I spend a lot of time in attics repairing trusses, sheathing roofs, and installing ventilation.
Every time I have to interact with cellulose blown-in insulation, this is how I imagine the installers blowing it in like absolute maniacs.
That stuff sucks to deal with after the fact.
I like to put the odd bits of fresh vegetables leftover from cooking in bags and freeze them. Periodically when there's enough random bags, I make soup in the crockpot. It's easy, and effectively a free meal (sometimes two).
I purposely bag them without much care so they get freezer burnt. As the water freezes it expands, tearing the flesh of the vegetables, breaking them down, making the flavors easier to bring out.
I dump the bags, freezer burn ice and all, into the crockpot. Then add different soup stock depending on whether I'm going to add chicken, beef, etc.
I'll let it cook for hours. Towards the end I'll brown some chicken or something and toss it in. Sometimes I'll add egg noodles or rice.
The best part is it never tastes the same way twice, as the proportions always change. The downside is sometimes it's extremely good, yet impossible to recreate exactly.
Interestingly enough, gambling addicts are often extremely intelligent.
There comes a point where immediately catching on to how things work, and typically knowing what's going to happen next gets mind numbingly boring. Gambling reintroduces a sense of surprise and excitement to their life.



















