AI is Better Company

pinning this post in case anyone wants to know the low-hanging fruit of how to cancel me, so you can get it over with and fuck off.  pro-AI, not entertaining your need for ideological purity on this one.

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This post has been a while coming, because I feel really important about this, and don’t want to fuck it up.  If I can keep from getting too heated about the topic, this’ll be the last post I do on AI for the foreseeable.  I don’t love fighting.  I know that within this article I do not treat people with opposing views generously, but I’m still gonna ask them to have at least this much generosity with me:  Don’t even leave a comment on this one.  I will find it either tedious or upsetting.  I’m saying this stuff to give voice to a rarely expressed opinion, and to support people who may find it agreeable.  I’m not saying it to further a big debate, especially when the disagreeable are never going to be swayed.  Do you hate all AIs 4eva?  Don’t even read this.  Moving on…

The sneering fire-breathing demonization rained down upon people who dare to use AI was my primary motivation for defending it – I’m defending the people who want to use it, not the machines themselves.  Not everybody is plugged into the leftosphere groupthink, and when Harvey Dontknow finds out he can use AI to make a picture of his waifu, his “crime” is not equivalent to child murders.

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OK I’m Done Now

Since coming back from the unplanned hiatus I went on a little tear of posting, but I have a lot going on in life at the moment, and I’m so tired it’s unreal.  Will return when I’m more able, or when I randomly think of something to say.

 

I Spare a Thought for Slime

I’ve made posts wondering before if any of the people from the shit side of the regressive/progressive atheist split find themselves looking at what has come of their politics, looks at the war, the hatred, the censorship, the reality denialism, the terror that has taken over the world, and realizes what they’ve done, feels at all bad about it.  There’s no evidence of this in the “thought leaders” and I’ve never seen any from the trenches.  Like the SlymePit™ seemed, for a while, to have more popularity and even perhaps more staying power than the FtB it was born to oppose.  And yet here we are, and they are..?

I can see from comments elsewhere that many of them are in the comments at the blogs of fascist tools like Jerry Coyne, so not much evidence of reality penetrating their skulls yet.  But still.  Not even one of them?  I suppose this is like wondering why there are no good billionaires.  Or maybe it’s me asking that question that vexed me so often as a small child – the earliest evidence I had theory of mind – that I always wondered why bullies did what they do.

Why do they want to be despised?  Why do they want to do harm?  These things never made sense to me, even as their cruelty fostered a violent imagination in me.  I want to hurt people because they hurt people.  Clearly not the same goal for us, and they still don’t make sense to me.  I do think observation of people and other animals has slowly teased something like understanding out of me.  It’s entertainment, diversion.  Humans suffering is, to them, like the erratic movement and bleeding of a tormented prey animal to a cat.

Back to the point tho.  We are literally under nazism, in all but name!  There are people in the halls of power with neonazi tattoos!  Science in the USA – once a point of pride to movement bros like Chundersh1te – has been decimated, hosed with a goddamn flamethrower, with no hope of recovery in sight.  We’re involving ourselves in holy wars on purpose.

Every ideal of freedom and rational thought and wisdom that the nu atheists claimed to uphold is being piled into mass graves.  Things aren’t even as bad as they can get!  You’d just think that like, fuckin Matt Dillahunty, who spent time trolling Atheism+ as a “social experiment,” might take a look at this shit and connect some dots.  Might realize this is the logical end point of regressive beliefs, and hey, maybe that means y’all were wrong about progressives on some level?  Just a bit?

I saw a comment somewhere from one of the shitbirds saying “i can’t believe you made us do this, ftb!  look what you made us do!”  Hey, who is winning, bruh?  Who controls everything right now?  When Sam Harris crows that murdering Persians is a good thing, it’s not because he’s trying to convince the powers that be, it’s because he’s defending them doing the thing he’s always promoted.  He’s saying how cool it is that he got what he wants, and begging the naysayers to drop their distaste for mass murder long enough to be as happy as he is.

If antifeminists have literally taken over the world, how did we make anybody do anything?  The powerful side was yours.  This is the history you always sought.  All we did, in opposing you, was to help elucidate the difference between us, help you understand yourselves.  You do understand yourselves by now, don’t you?

You do see the blood money medical crank piling up quack dollars over dead American kids?  Right?  That’s you.  You do see the petty con artist thrust into nuclear godhood from a base motivated with literal cult behavior, right?  That’s you.  That’s the fruition of your beliefs winning.

Does this not give any of you pause?  Insert we’re the baddies meme?  What will it take, you fucking creeps?

We’re tired of saying “we told you so” over the innocent dead.  If you can’t come correct now, at this late stage, just fucking eat shit and die.  I wish I could say I was done thinking about you, but I don’t know if I ever will be.  That first question I ever asked myself about the minds of others, it never goes away; it only changes.

Why do bullies hurt people?  I might as well ask my fucking cat.

The Time the FBI Tried to Entrap Me

So I don’t have evidence this was entrapment or the feds, but there are strong indicators it was.  I was the target of a sex sting in the 1990s.  Alternately, I had some awkward conversations with teenage girls, of which one was too horny for her own good.  But I’m pretty sure it was the former, and if it was, then it had to be the FBI, because the reach of this law enforcement activity crossed state lines.  Here’s how it went.

Internet dating and internet chatrooms were relatively new, and I was on them, trying to get more people in my life than the homies with whom I had repeated moments of disenchantment, and of course, trying to get with the ladies.  On the dating sites I always put the age range of ladies I was willing to get with rather high, but older ladies never went for it.  I was too immature, too broke, too something.  Through the internet dating sites I ended up collecting a number of pen pal gals, and having a few bad dates and bad relationships, but that was mostly after the time in question.

The dragnet that tried to get me was not in the dating sites, but the yahoo chatrooms.  I wasn’t looking for love in those, just trying to have passable conversations about movies and other interests.  Those rooms were terrible, full of baby-talking future facebook moms and bitchy behavior.  Also guys from India or Pakistan that would hit on anything that breathes.  Before I gave up on those places altogether, I got into some kind of discourse with a person that claimed to be a fourteen year old girl.

I don’t remember what we talked about, but I feel like we were busting each other’s chops in a way that could be seen as flirtatious?  Wasn’t meant that way.  But at some point she insisted on introducing me to a friend of hers named Michelle or Mandy or somesuch, who was fifteen.  Michandy engaged in more of the same kind of foolish banter, which somehow segued into exchanging addresses and phone numbers.  I was a lot less wise about sharing my personal info back then.  After all, that Canadian gal I corresponded with sent me nice things by post, and in those days it only took a few days for letters to get where they were addressed to.  Hard to imagine, I know.

So the sting worked in stages, and the next step was a letter in the mail.  Girly handwriting, lined notebook paper, return address in Oklahoma.  I don’t remember how flirtatious it was, but right after receiving it, things advanced to what ended up being the final stage – a phone call.  I was rooming in the attic of a friend’s house and I remember his mom handing me the phone.

On the phone, this supposed child mentioned to me that she liked to sneak out and get sexual at truck stops.  Now, I don’t doubt that some unfortunate girl might actually do that of her own accord.  Traci Lords famously got into sex work at that age.  But here I was, in my early twenties, with a girly voice in my ear talking that kind of shit.

It did not register to me at the time she was faking, and I know some of you will insist that if I believed it was real I should have jumped right on trying to rescue her from herself in some way.  Perhaps I should have.  It caught me off balance.  All I could say was something like, “Girl.  You shouldn’t do that kind of stuff.  Take care of yourself, for real.  What the hell.”

She made some nicety and ended the call.  And/or the girly FBI agent made some nicety and ended the sex sting.  I went back upstairs and told my roommate what had happened.  He was probably the person who had hipped me to the idea it could have been a sting.  Thanks, good to know.

Now how to feel about that?  Offended.  Fuck the police, and fuck entrapment.  If some teen girl comes onto a grown young man like that, like a ton of bricks, at the time in life when he’s most desperate, I don’t believe he’d be a total monster for capitulating.  Well, maybe that exact scenario would be kinda monstrous – traveling over state lines to meet a child for sex after she’s already confessed to being demented from hormones.

But take out some details.  Maybe guy gets idealistic and thinks he can save her from herself by being a steady sweetie.  Maybe guy has developmental delays, or mental health issues that impair his judgment.  Does he deserve to be targeted by cops for life-ruining incarceration?  It’s like cointelpro fuckers buddying up to radicals that want to make the world a better place with pamphlets and stickers, and goading them into planning violence.  The radicals are not the problem there; the pigs are.

Anyway, I passed the test and am not on any registries, tho at least one dude with my legal first-middle-last name combination is, down in Oklahoma.  Hey, Oklahoma again… Maybe he’s alternate history version of Bébé, who took the bait.  Better you than me, bro.  But still.  In this life, watch for snakes.

Sidebar Mysteries Solved?

When FtB had an outage that lasted a full week, upon return there was no sidebar of recent blog posts.  That changed as soon as PZ posted something.  Apparently it’s the top ten most recent people, but drops entries when fewer than ten have posted within the last week.  So… as long as it’s not very hopping around here, I can be reasonably assured of a place in the sidebar, as long as I post at least once a week.  very good to know.

OK I don’t know know, but it seems close enough to accurate that it might work as a guideline for how to keep my good standing there.

Can’t Even with these Dicks

i was listenin’ to whatever yewchoob throws at me, as much as i can tolerate that.  this time it was giving me nothing but stuff i’ve heard before, which is ok because i’m a basic bitch like that.  this is “unable,” by suburban lawns.  i think the first few times i had it on, i wasn’t paying close attention and assumed it was about frustration in some general sense, but no, it’s about how her lover’s dongus is too longus to be contained in condoms as it should be.  reminds me of the quentin tarantino “like a virgin” bit from reservoir dogs.

well this is a punk song by a wacky lady vocalist that is about frustrating limitations in a broader sense, and i prefer it.  the chorus is about domestic violence tho, in a dark humorish kind of way.  check it out.

su tissue from suburban lawns presumably got a day job and fell off the face of the earth.  good for her, i think.  fame no bueno for some ladies.  polly succumbed to the scourge of punk rock: cancer.  i don’t know why, most of the ramones and ari up from the slits and more got punked out by the big c.  don’t do world tours, people.  airplane travel involves too much radiation.  but she did live long enough to perform a few duets with her adult daughter, to reap the appreciation of the nostalgic in her last years.  get what you can out of the time u got.

Dunt Love CEOs

one might think i’d be enthralled with anthropic’s ceo defying shitler’s administration and causing orange apoplexy, as i’m a big llm booster.  and i do use claude (anthropic’s llm) for some things.  still, have you seen the statement that made the shitgibbon lose it?  the ceo said he was cool with all sorts of terrible shit, just a few things were too far.  the language was drenched in normalized fascism, going so far as to use the dod’s disgusting new chosen name.  the fact it was composed like that is just one of a million demonstrations of how far we’ve fallen down the path of tyranny.

naturally mainstream liberals loved it (see katy perry screencapping her purchase of a subscription to claude), which moves the needle more in favor of llms than it used to be.  and i’m ok with that, but still.  these are the kind of democrats that are gonna jam through a gavin newscum presidential nomination.  i say fuck that shit with my entire chest, tetas incluidas, izquierda y derecha.

WWIII: Picking Sides

Shitler and murderhomie Netsferatu’s newest aggression hasn’t turned into World War Three yet, but any of this kind of shit has that potential.  The funny thing about world wars is that the sides are not always what one would expect.  It was always possible the US would have joined the Axis powers, if politics at home had been x degrees the other way.  Good job to the hardworking propagandists that saved us from that particular shame.

This time around, we are the Axis.  No fucking question on that.  We are the imperialistic aggressive enemies of freedom, full stop.  But has Germany swung hard enough to end up in the new Allies?  My outside impression is fuck no, which has the added irony they might end up on the side of Israel in any coming expansion of these conflicts.

In fact, as much as Europe has made some good noises about protecting themselves from US horseshit, we are all united in propping up our aging economies draining the blood of the global south.  That might help prevent this from bleeding into a world war all by itself.  The nations that have the most reason to oppose us don’t have the power to do so, except as insurgents in the aftermath.

If this new round (or some future shitlerism) goes WWIII, who will be fighting whom?  Place your bets in the comments, careful to avoid going full doomer (see my comment policy in sidebar).

Real Science Hurts Brains: Crow Edition

Didja know real life is ridiculously complicated?  Even simple things involve a lot, if your observation runs close enough – one classic example of baking a pie from scratch requiring the creation of a universe.  Causes are often multifactorial, because how could they not be?  The pie example runs through the ingredients, the cultivation of apples and wheat and cows to make butter etc., but that pie also needs a human to put it together, who must be educated from societies that had to evolve all the way up from monkey grunting, besides the hundreds of millions of years since we diverged from our last common ancestor with apples, and the billions of years of natural selection running to the two minutes after the Hadean magma cooled.

So I say that if you’re genuinely trying to arrive at the truth of a given thing, you need to wrack your brain for all the considerations, contingencies, and possibilities.  If you wants tha Real Science, you gots ta be willing to come up with a lot more than a single hypothesis.  Yes, to test, you have to narrow things down to the ideas you’re going to test, but to make that test as rigorous as possible, you should really try to think of every possible factor that could confound the results.  Stretch that brain.  Presumably that’s why you went into science, right?  To feel smart?

But no.  It’s easier to feel smart if you blithely whistle past all the ways you could be wrong, like evopsych assholes and scientific racists (how much overlap those fields possess).  One hypothesis.  A few cheesy tests.  Maybe squint and look at the data sideways, and by jove, you’ve cracked it!  Now go get as many women pregnant as possible, to share your genetic genius with the world.

Over here in the real world, you could be like me, and know just enough to be sure you’ll never fully understand anything.  Don’t throw your hands up and veg out watching George Michaels videos on yewchoob until you die.  Stay wondering.  Be frustrated forever by the fact real science hurts, and take your cold solace in the awareness at least you aren’t an evopsych fucko, or qanon, or moon landing truther, etc etc.

Here I come to the actual point of the article.  Does anyone know why crow populations are skyrocketing in the Pacific Northwest?  I could be wrong about this, but to my slightly-less-than-casual observation, they may have doubled or tripled in population within the last few years.  This was well after a documented boom they had back in the late twentieth century.

A possible point of failure in this question:  observational bias.  Most of my travels in a given week range from Auburn to Federal Way and back – up and down the west side of one little valley.  Maybe there are more crows here than elsewhere.  Maybe I had poorer observation of their numbers in previous years because I wasn’t paying as close of attention.  Maybe my mind is exaggerating, and they always gathered by the hundreds on the edge of the mall, sunning themselves in the morning light, in preparation for the daily hustle.  Maybe if I’d been driven down the west end of Main Street before, at the right time of day, I would have already seen them dotting the little lawns and parking lots and rooftops and trees, in groups ranging from dozens to hundreds, block after block.  Maybe they would always gather in megaflocks in the south of Auburn somewhere, making a cacophony that can be heard a mile away.

Sounded like I was trying to convince myself my observations were accurate toward the end of that paragraph, but I absolutely do recognize this perception could be flawed.  It literally could be a matter that I was never in the right place or time of day or time of year to see these crow convocations before.  In which case, there’s no phenomenon to wonder about.  But assuming there is a phenomenon, what’s causing it..?

Here’s where the range of possibilities starts to hurt the brain.  If I was a shit scientist instead of a vexed layperson, I would just cook up one hypothesis and a single test to run for it, then congratulate myself in print and get quoted in popular science magazines.  Instead, I sit here realizing how complex this can be – maybe even unknowable.  Some things I’ve considered:

Food explosion.  I learned from Abe Oceanoxia that invasive European earthworms have taken over the USA in huge numbers, and crows happily eat a lot of worms, whatever their proclivity for french fries.  Maybe earthworms are having a population explosion for reasons I can’t even begin to guess at.  Or maybe they’re just more available, because long years of drought seem to have ended here, and rain drives them to the surfaces of lawns and sidewalks.  Any given rainy day, you’ll see robins and crows both going for the wriggly pink smorgasbord, crows most of all.

Or maybe there’s another food altogether that has increased.  As covid and the ascent of global fascism have fostered a sense of doom in the younger generations, increasing deaths from despair, it has certainly increased the amount of litter.  Is the food explosion mostly human trash?

Predator decline.  I’ve heard that owls are the most prolific predators of crows.  I imagine cats and dogs take their share as well.  Well, we’ve no shortage of cats and dogs, but maybe the species of owl that eats crows has taken a population hit – or altered their behavior based on availability of a different prey animal or animals.

Or maybe a competing predator of the food they eat has experienced a decline, like worms becoming overpopulated due to a mole plague.

Natural selection.  Maybe a disease that had been killing crows had winnowed the population to those crows with a resistance, and those crows in turn had a big population boom?  Maybe crows had only bred at certain times of year to avoid competing with themselves but that was an obsolete limitation and year-long breeding finally won out majority expression in the population?  Maybe something crows eat had an evolutionary breakthrough and exploded.

Cultural selection.  Maybe crows figured out a cool trick they hadn’t done before.  I was once impressed by watching a crow use a tool, but since then have seen it again several times.  What’s interesting is the tool is the same – a short straight stick, just a few inches.  Was the technique of crafting this tool communicated, or were they all learning to go for the same source for the tool, or have I just seen one crow who packs its tool everywhere it goes, and gets around?

I haven’t seen this so often that it could make that big a population difference, but maybe there is some other behavioral trait they’ve increased.  Maybe they mob raptors and ravens so often now that they are being preyed upon less often, or are competing less for food.  Maybe they’ve increased the frequency of the food call.  There’s a tension in crow instincts between the desire to have food all to oneself and the desire to call a bunch of crows in to share.  If they’re all doing the food call more often, they’re eating food before any competing species can get to it.

My husband saw a yewchoob vid where some weirdos left a mound of peanut butter in the woods and crows ate almost all of it, beating out bears and coyotes and raccoons and more, strictly because of this instinct to call in your friends.  Well, that and having less hesitation about strange food sources.  The coyote missed out because he was too scared of the blob to eat it.  Maybe the hesitation recently reduced even more.

Commensalism.  Human population in the region has also exploded.  The town I live in has three times as many people as it did when I first moved here as a child.  More people, more lawns with worms, more fast food places and restaurants producing food waste, more rats and mice and pigeons and starlings to eat.  I’ve seen them eat pigeons and starlings before.  Hell, an increase in predatory behavior could drive population, or even cause an evolutionary split between crows with different feeding habits.

Niche partitioning.  Maybe that last one is it.  Maybe there’s been an invisible split along behavioral lines in food gleaning, which is the beginning of a speciation event that may or may not ever reach completion before it collapses back in on itself due to climate change or other human issues.

Some or all of the above.  The cause is multifactorial after all.

None of the above.  Phenomenon isn’t real.  I’m tripping and all this thought is for nothing.

Hell, all this thought assuredly is for nothing because I will never know the answer, whether it’s knowable or not.  And yet the thoughts still happen.  At least it shows I’m smarter than an evopsych dick.  That’s nice.

The Discourse Continues

You could call this a pro-AI post because it’s just a reblobbed conversation with the LLM known as Claude.  Haters do not interact please.

I began this conversation with Claude because HJ had an article up that was annoying me.  You can see the beginning of it in my comment section.  I randomly came back for more discourse, and was kinda impressed by how the ol’ bot is performing.  This seemed like it might be edifying for other humans to witness, so I post it here…
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Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Stayin’ Alive.

The blog network is getting a concussion, but we keep keeping on.  Most importantly, am I still in the sidebar?  This post should ensure I remain there a bit longer, whether it adds anything of value to the world or not.  Hey, google just informed me we still have a Bee Gee too.

Mano suggested PZ get cute little grippy booties to prevent further damage to his frail corpus.  What are you doing to stay alive in this benighted era?  I’m trying to keep my husband’s gothery within acceptable limits, while scheming on achieving a sense of creative fulfillment in the not too distant.  Will probably start posting some prose around here again, within a month or so.

I’m trying to think of a way to inflate the word count on this post.  Um… survival.  When I was a child, I took passing interest in the things one boyoid is meant to take interest in.  I got a book on survival called, like, Survival, from the library.  How to remove leeches and camouflage your bodkin whilst you sleep in enemy territory.  Shit like that.  It was a product of cultural Ollie North militarism, which makes me wonder how much bullshit it contained.  Feeding into the idea one could be that GI Joe who lives long enough to rack up a spartanesque kill count on the faceless hordes, recruiting kids more foolish and more physically adroit than myself to enlist.

For a few months I played more “realistically” with my GI Joes before I stopped playing with them in favor of TTRPGs.  Later, in high school, I had a friend who liked to amuse us all with his creative writing during lunch breaks, the future Bad Moustache Having Guy.  I’m suddenly reminded he did a few stories modeled off that Hamburger Hill type Vietnam vet foolery, guys surviving by duct-taping their guts in or stapling their heads back on.  I don’t remember any particular lines, just the raw idea.  Thanks, BMHG.  I hope your eldritch ladywife appreciates your literature as much as we did.

Alright, that will do.  Stay alive, y’all.