Respect goes to people's labor, never their products. I like BSD, but I respect the developers because they have done the work to develop the expertise that merits the respect.
There is no reason to offer that respect to people who haven't done the work.
I have more respect for people who spent a Saturday evening failing to get code to compile, or trying to write a story that doesn't work, or struggling to get perspective right on a watercolor, than to anyone prompting an LLM.
When They say that the death of AI will "kill the Internet," they're wrong. It'll cut off the flow of algorithmic sewage. It'll cripple Meta, X, Google, and so on.
Those of us who have our own web sites, who communicate independently? We'll be fine.
Apartment kitchen sink stopped up Tuesday. Checked the trap, it's clear: the clog is way down. Put in a request for help. Was told they'd see me by close of business Tuesday or maybe Wednesday morning.
Wednesday, was told it would be Thursday or, at worst, Friday.
Storm took the power out Thursday afternoon through Friday evening.
There's a maintenance guy on site today, but he's dealing with emergencies from the power outage.
Asked the complex manager. She said it'd be Tuesday at least, and I should buy some Drano.
Drano is a great way to alienate the maintenance people.
So I'm buying paper plates, plastic forks, and microwave meals.
'Terry Pratchett famously said that “hope is the greatest gift.” I would never argue with Sir Terry. Rule of System Administration #20 reminds us that “hope prevents you from doing your job,” however, and that’s a good place to start.'
I'm looking for a very tall comic about creating art. At the top, where all these artists are creating happy fun stuff, this punk dude is making a death balloon on a chain. His friend is laughing at him for doing weird stuff that nobody likes. The punk kicks his death balloon off a cliff, where it plunges into a deep dark abyss, chain rattling behind it.
At the bottom, someone buried in muck grabs the chain and uses it to pulls himself up.
Kvetching, not complaining.Writes books. Pet rats. Martial arts. Punch Nazis & terfs. If it wasn't on Industrial Records it's not industrial music, it's just sparkling noise. He/him. Bangpath old. Detroit, MI, US. Gelato!