Shysters using LLMs to engagement farm is the new trendy racket.
In these times of Clawdbot and the other trendy and very unwise ideas about using LLMs to perform financial operations autonomously, have fun emptying your lightning wallet and having other bots adversarially prompt-inject and trick your model into misdirecting your sats.
This is probably why I'm starting to feel like there is almost nobody I'm actually interacting with on this... increasingly... platform.
I might be in a transition state change to find a more meaningful place to write my content—like on files on my own disks, and on git repositories. I'm not quite at threshold yet, but I feel the recoil of air as my head is about to hit a wall.
Feels like the pool has been pissed in, has decayed rats, fresh dogshit, and the stench of hydrogen sulfide and phosphine emanating from it. Stagnating.
Actually, maybe I am about to defect. I am offering pearls to mostly swine.
With few exceptions—and those who genuinely find it interesting are not able to interact with it in a way that triggers new insights. I'm increasingly finding my conversations with Claude, whose capacious general knowledge and pattern matching genuinely stimulate my creativity, prompt me to find real novel inventions to work on.
It's a state change from when I encountered a great deal of nonsensical half-baked noob mistakes in computer science, cryptography, and distributed systems theory. I need real peers to wrestle problems to the ground, not people whose ability to engage with me is limited to trolling.
Moving from a sense of being surrounded by idiots is devolving into a sense of increasing apathy—fish that were swimming upstream going slack.
In these times of Clawdbot and the other trendy and very unwise ideas about using LLMs to perform financial operations autonomously, have fun emptying your lightning wallet and having other bots adversarially prompt-inject and trick your model into misdirecting your sats.
This is probably why I'm starting to feel like there is almost nobody I'm actually interacting with on this... increasingly... platform.
I might be in a transition state change to find a more meaningful place to write my content—like on files on my own disks, and on git repositories. I'm not quite at threshold yet, but I feel the recoil of air as my head is about to hit a wall.
Feels like the pool has been pissed in, has decayed rats, fresh dogshit, and the stench of hydrogen sulfide and phosphine emanating from it. Stagnating.
Actually, maybe I am about to defect. I am offering pearls to mostly swine.
With few exceptions—and those who genuinely find it interesting are not able to interact with it in a way that triggers new insights. I'm increasingly finding my conversations with Claude, whose capacious general knowledge and pattern matching genuinely stimulate my creativity, prompt me to find real novel inventions to work on.
It's a state change from when I encountered a great deal of nonsensical half-baked noob mistakes in computer science, cryptography, and distributed systems theory. I need real peers to wrestle problems to the ground, not people whose ability to engage with me is limited to trolling.
Moving from a sense of being surrounded by idiots is devolving into a sense of increasing apathy—fish that were swimming upstream going slack.
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