might fuck around and start pronouncing Luddites like Crudités to make it sound more posh.

headline: “LLMs believe false statements even after explicit warnings they’re false”

pal. no.

they believe nothing. they have not the capacity for belief.

they do not understand truth and false on any level that would matter to a non-mathematician, and even that they manage to do poorly despite decades of mostly successful usage of the concepts of true and false in computer programming.

not believing known false statements is something you would expect from an intelligence with understanding. large language models understand exactly one thing: how to model language that looks like language it has been shown. that’s all. just that. attributing it with any other understanding whatsoever demonstrates a lack of understanding on your part.

hope that fucking helps.

Bert moved on overnight.

He was a beautiful black cat that had an awesome 18 years with us.

He got his name because even as a kitten he had scowling little eyebrow face like Bert on Sesame Street, and he kept that look his whole life.

He didn’t really start to like us until the last few years, being a cranky loner most of the time, but he was a good guy and I’ll miss him a lot.

Rest easy, Bert, my little black panther. You are loved.

Y’all, #Momocon is wiiiiiild. So many people enjoying the things they’re into!

and so much love for our wierdness from our kind of folk coming by and seeing what we’re doing at #MountainTownToys. super gratifying to get such great reception from people who’ve not seen our stuff before!

Jim Carrey in The Mask voice you love us! you really love us!

When I was a much younger person, I used to really enjoy testing my social engineering skills by making myself press passes to gain entry to events - conferences, concerts, that sort of thing - usually the day the event started at the nearest Kinko’s. It led me to learn a lot about industry trade shows, concert logistics, and live event security practices, not to mention providing some great stories for future me to regale folk with.

Apropos of nothing, this is what a real, actual exhibitor badge for Momocon looks like this year, minus the four-digit exhibitor number that goes in the white ticket-shaped area towards the bottom in black text.

For reference, my number starts with a 7.

might start shaggying any implication that I have ever computer touched.

“didn’t you work on…”

“wasn’t me.”

chasing my white whale (a distro that loves KDE, has solid Steam support, doesn’t use flatpak or snap as its primary package format, and isn’t downstream from any more slop fanatic-led projects than absolutely necessary (zero. zero are necessary.))

Tangentially, I did a stint working in the production department of a small local weekly newspaper for a while in the early 1990s. Most of the job was laying out classified ads in QuarkXPress on monochrome Macs, and most of the ads we needed to lay out were real estate ads. Usually, the realtor would ask us to “touch up the photos” and we’d spend hours editing out toys in the yard and making the grass green instead of brown. I have to imagine realtors are loving these slop image editors, huh?

but slowly

funniest time for the kraken to emerge from the murky depths is right now

just gonna go ahead and point out that the window of time when Artemis’ comms will be blocked by the moon later today will be approximately the length of the album “Dark Side of the Moon” by Pink Floyd, sooooooo, yeah