A cavalcade of anger and fear

Further evidence, were any needed, that American conservatives are the whiniest babies in the history of the human race.

What AI skeptics don't understand is that, as the technology learns and grows, it will come to understand that Buckeyes fans would enjoy this story more if Ryan Day's Secret Restaurant only served police officers.

While I was walking up the stairs, I realized that I was feeling resentful that I had to walk upstairs and make my own cup of free coffee.

"Well," I thought, "_that_ didn't take long."

On my second day of Noogler training, when we broke for coffee I found that the cafe in the building that I'd been to the previous morning was closed for renovation. A sign directed me to the coffee machine on the 2nd floor MK.

How’s that working out for you? Asking for a friend.

Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.

The man is an absolute master of the craft.

So does Canfield’s Diet Chocolate Fudge soda. It miraculously, uncannily tastes like chocolate fudge. And as you finish the can and buy a six-pack your body is already deciding that it never wants to taste that vile poison again.

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I was pretty flabbergasted when I learned about (Stanford AI researcher) Roger Schank's work on conceptual dependency and realized that part of what the President dumps out as he's crashing uses tokens (PTRANS, for instance) that he devised.

Decadence has many dimensions. Public servants viewing their positions as sinecures is one.

Oh lord, we’re back on “The Left won’t sell young men a bunch of damaging lies that won’t work about how to get laid, leaving it all to the Right”?

OK, here it is. Take it for what it’s worth — just the experience of a 53 year old man who’s been happily married for 30 years to the same woman.

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I feel like it's awfully late in the day to come to this particular realization.

The "Late Night Loaded Taco" flavor available in the US should really be called "Extreme Cumin Blast."

Do you have suggestions? I’m a SWE. I like praxis.

Sounds a bit like Kyril Bonfiglioli’s Charlie Mortdecai. I’m listening.

It would be meaningless virtue signaling for Slovenia to ban arms sales to Hamas. That’s what this person who decries meaningless virtue signaling demands.

Slovenia is trying to impede Israel’s implementation of its final solution to the problem of Palestinians.

Someone yapping about “meaningless virtual signaling” is also attacking Slovenia for not banning arms sales to Hamas.

Slovenia’s an EU member state. The EU has designated Hamas a terrorist organization. Arms sales to Hamas are already illegal.

Oddly specific, that.

Everyone’s hung up on “mosques and oranges,” and I suppose I will be too once I can get past “bastard spawn.”

That is a very Maine-looking tree. And chickadee.

I've never stopped being disgusted by the Ricky Ray Rector situation.

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One fascinating thing about the most self-serious newspaper in America with its staff of the winning journalistic meritocrats is that it routinely, institutionally publishes completely made-up bullshit speculation about pure abstractions, based on zero reporting, written as if it were plain facts

I am rapidly moving from “Trump knew his rich buddy sometimes ‘dated’ underage girls and didn’t care” to “Trump was actively participating in the sexual abuse and possibly the commercial sex trafficking”

Being born in Maine isn't enough to make you a Mainer. As one old-timer told my brother, whose son had just been born there, "Cat has kittens in the oven, don't make them biscuits."

Only seven episodes, but The Terror is terrific

This piece vividly recalled the burger place right on the train tracks in Oakland that shaved years off my life 45 years ago. It brought back a vivid memory of the yellow-orange mounds of grated cheese heaped atop the half-pound patties on a grill that I’ll wager was indistinguishable from Bill’s.

If that’s what you intended it to say I will fuck right off, but if it were me and I’d done that by mistake I’d want to know.

I love this. It’s like Mike Davis, only funny. Your ability to call up shitty-small-business ambience from the 1970s is first-rate.

But I fear this may have slipped under your radar when you were editing: “the bathroom is a closet with a toilet that was never even new when it was old.”