Tired

Ever since I realized I could be autistic/on the spectrum, I've been reconciling with my memories. It seems that my brain likes to churn through past events and highlighting cringe behaviour on my part, arguments with friends, misunderstandings with strangers, the whole lot.

I attempt to console myself, by recalling that I didn't have any of this information available to me at the time; If I had, I may have been able to regulate my emotions or reactions better - but being hearing impaired was a separate thing to deal with at the same time. I used to label myself "hard of hearing" as if that was effective at explaining anything. I now identify as "Autistic", because I realize my brain has been responsible for everything.

Either way, I am constantly struggling to not feel like a loser because of all that. I have no friends, no future and boy am I tired.

ChatGPT is Bullshit

 

I haven't used ChatGPT, not even once. When I first heard about this thing being an "LLM" - which is basically wholesale, bot-driven strip mining of the WWW for information.

With apparently no regard for sanitizing the input, no method of fact-checking, you've essentially condensed a lot of garbage into a smaller space.

Why should I trust any of the answers it outputs?

#ChatGPTIsBullshit 

Assholes

I have a theory.

There's a bunch of us in the world who want to see things done correctly - "the right way"; then there are those who just want things their way and fuck everybody else who argues with that.

The people who want things their way are always angry at the people who want things done the right way.

That is why people think you're an asshole, because you want things done correctly.

RIP USA

There has got to be a tipping point - it's up to the people, now. No-one else is coming to save America. You'll have to reconcile your slavery past with your unbridled capitalism, because that's how you got where you are. A racist, shameful, horrible, piece of legislature just passed Congress. The idea of the United States is effectively dead.

"It's dead, Jim." 

Willing To Learn?

This morning while I was unable to sleep my brain offered up this little factoid:

Nobody in my life has been willing to learn sign language to communicate with me.

Roscko

"Mrow? Purr. Mrrrrp."

If I don't have the hearing aids on, I have no idea Roscko's making all these little noises.

I guess I'm saying, I'm glad he's not holding it against me that I'm deaf.