mriormro
joined 1 year ago
Suffering from BPD doesn't make you a racist piece of shit.
Imagine posting this, unprompted.
What privilege you must live in.
Cause it's metal.
I'm not going to allow them to coerce me into making an account because they have a simulacrum of me.
I love that the collectivist ideal of sharing all that we've created for the betterment of humanity is being twisted into this disgusting display of corporate greed and overreach. OpenAI doesn't need shit. They don't have an inherent right to exist but must constantly make the case for it's existence.
The bottom line is that if corporations need data that they themselves cannot create in order to build and sell a service then they must pay for it. One way or another.
I see this all as parallels with how aquifers and water rights have been handled and I'd argue we've fucked that up as well.
You know, those obsessed with pushing AI would do a lot better if they dropped the patronizing tone in every single one of their comments defending them.
It's always fun reading "but you just don't understand".
Your comment seemed to suggest that you 'can't stand the kind of people' who regularly never chime in with their opinion but when confronted about their silence open up a lot more; which seemed a bit odd to me so I just assumed you meant communists who are constantly vocal about their politics. But the first frame of the comic establishes that this person had never been vocal about anything much at all prior.
Which is why I asked if you had missed or misread the first frame. Otherwise it's just kind of weird to hate on the quiet folks.
Unless I'm misreading this comic.
{Image of hand drawn Kool-Aid man} 11/03/06(Fri)03:27:18 No.15262301 [Reply][Quick Reply]
9th grade: My first sexual experience that actually involved nudity. While we're fondling each other, she asks me if I like Diet Coke.
Me: It's allright. Girl: Well, I LOVE it. How 'bout you go get me a bottle of it?
I go downstairs and grab a 20 ounce bottle from the fridge. When I return, she says it's too cold.
Girl: How 'bout warming it up ... by rubbing it on my tits?
So I began to rub her vigorously with the bottle. Soon enough, she asks me to shove it inside of her. She really enjoys it, and so do I because I KNOW that, with this girl, I'm definantly going to get off. That's when it gets crazy.
She rips out the bottle, opens it, and begins filling her vagina with Diet Coke. I swear, she nearly empties the volume into her vagina. I had seriously underestimated this vagina's liquid retention volume.
Girl: YOU LIKE DIET COKE ?! 7!7!7 OH YEAH OH YEAH DRINK IT FROM ME!
I was noticebly freaked me, but I did want to get off, and I didn't want my first load-blow to be into 18.7 fluid ounces of a 0-calorie beverage. I began to go down on her, until she said the exact wrong thing.
Girl: OH YEAH, DRINK IT FROM ME! I'M THE KOOL-AID MAN! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!
I don't know how she did it with 16-year-old voice, but she sounded exactly like the Kool-Aid man from the commercials. I glanced at the wall, half-expecting him to burst through and over me a fruity beverage. I was extremely turned-off. She could tell, too. As she sat up to see what was wrong, she twisted her body in such a way that Diet Coke shot out of her vagina and all over my face, chest, and groin. And it was at that sticky, low-calorie moment that my parents chose to pull into the driveway.
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