luciole (he/him)

Doesn’t know the lyrics. Just goes meow meow meow.

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Cake day: June 6th, 2023

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  • Trick question. The sun is in the sky (daytime) not in space (nighttime)! As we all know, the higher you are, the less there is oxygen. That is because the sun burns most of the oxygen in the sky. Fortunately plants produce oxygen in the daytime faster than the sun burns it. It’s common sense really.




  • Ah, good question sir. I’d go for stinky as this seems to me the default butt state, as one goes through the hours of an active day rich in butt crack sweat. On the other hand, a sticky butt sounds absolutely unbearable. Think of the hair! No way. I don’t care if it makes my buns smell like cinnamon.







  • Oh wow. The article says basically that but without the /s and then it gets even better. This is according to Mister AI Professor Ethan Mollick From The University Of Warthon and the link goes to a tweet (the highest form of academia) saying:

    The problem with calling “prompt engineering” a form of programming is that it isn’t like what we call coding

    In fact, coders are often bad at prompting because AI doesn’t do things consistently or work like code. The best prompters I know can’t code at all. They “teach” the AI.

    Which is just great considering the next excuse in the text is:

    this is due to insufficient reviews, either because the company has not implemented robust code quality and code-review practices, or because developers are scrutinising AI-written code less than they would scrutinise their own code

    So who the fuck even reviews the prompt engineers’ code sludge, Mister AI Professor Of Twitter?

    Whole text is such a sad cope.










  • Kids rule indeed. Here Brayndennd, 9, could have wailed his despair at being forced to march for hours through the bleak landscape of the hypermarket. Instead he improvised a live arts performance.

    Acutely aware of the material prison that is the modern North American suburb, the artist has choreographed a striking analogy of his longing for freedom with make do props found in his immediate surroundings. As the character he so strikingly plays attempts to release his soul from his mortal shell with the use of a toilet plunger, Brayndennd offers a strong social commentary on modern urbanism with metaphysical ramifications and ultimately leaves us pondering.