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Cake day: October 1st, 2024

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  • Sometimes I wonder if it’s a complete waste of time to think through a post that I’m writing, if only a couple people are going to read it. But then I figure: a) doing so is its own reward: practice putting sentences together, keeping the mind sharp; b) some texts/ideas can be seminal, just as a music band may have very few fans but each of those fans goes on to create their own band; c) contemporary scholars study texts and articles (including ephemera such as handbills) from past decades, so it’s likely that future scholars will trawl and study social media posts from our era, using techniques we can barely imagine. Plus, it’s fun!




  • If Lemmy had weekly awards, you would win one for this post. The bland, LLM-inspired structure creates a feeling of rising dread until the very end when one is left with the horror of realizing this human (if they can still be called human?) has spent way too long talking only to AIs.

    What’s more, the text is not a story or essay submitted as a post; the text only really works AS a post, with its references to Lemmy, Aspect, and SocialAI and contextualized among a stream of posts. The fact that it’s in !lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world provides ironic distance, but not so much to prevent it from being read unironically for at least the first couple paragraphs. I don’t know what Aspect and SocialAI are like, but the differences between them and Lemmy that are pointed out in the text creates a picture of a platform that problematizes modern identity and the individual’s role in a society mediated by social media (ha) and AI bots. I bet someone could write a half-decent critical theory research paper expounding on your post. Well done.





  • I do martial arts. A couple months ago during a fight I got hit in the forehead and it made a little cut – not too big or painful, but it bled like crazy. I applied direct pressure until the bleeding stopped then went to the changing room to clean up.

    When I looked in the mirror I had blood all over my chest and I looked metal/punk as fuck. That was the best thing to happen to me all year.