We are living the paperclip maximizer problem, except instead of paperclips it’s data centers.

“Stop being such a fascist and let us do business with these fucking murderers”

I’m getting 2meirl4meirl vibes

I don’t like neopronouns

I wonder if this was the same person who was on asklemmy or whatever saying “what can I do to convince my loved ones of the importance of data privacy”

My main strategy is to avoid needing to buy things online as much as possible. Failing that, what you described is all I know. It sucks. Every purchase feels like a gamble.

i’m doing my part

Transitioning most places
> shave
> makeup
> new wardrobe
> voice training
> hormones
> laser
> surgery
> therapy for all the times you get clocked regardless

Transitioning in Turkey
> shave
> congratulations, enjoy passing

If you want to be safe, just tell me I’m pretty. Mentioning that I’m trans is liable to backfire depending on how severe the dysphoria gloomies are in the moment. I don’t always want to be reminded that I’m trans.

me coming across this at 3 AM on a weeknight

It is a work computer and it is not my choice.

I try to get around by means other than driving myself in a car.

Also, in this thread: cool ideas

Was the printer really like

He has milk and is listening to his favorite spooky music.

FTFY

Recently got into rpgmemes and started wondering how high the party would have to roll to persuade someone into believing two plus two equals five.

I feel like I have enough experience and institutional knowledge that I won’t be replaced in the near future. But we’re not hiring, and the higher-ups are trying to shoehorn AI into everything to compensate.

I’m a glorified data analyst. Almost all my work is done with a single database using a narrow range of commands and SQL queries. I memorized the syntax for stuff I use regularly and just type it out every time.

No I do not want to write a bunch of macros. No I do not need an AI assistant. What I need is for all these “helpful” tools and popups to get the fuck out of my way. I’ve been typing typing typing since AOL Instant Messenger.

Every time I have to tell my psychiatrist that my meds “stopped working”, I ask myself if they really stopped working or if they’re just not doing enough because shit keeps getting worse and worse.

fanbase is cringe

Pumpkins and… hay…?