A mohawk would be rad

You can’t post these things on the internet they’re going to actually manifest and then I’m going to spend my Saturday getting neck bruises from dudes I had designs to fuck

So Brit-coded of you right now to ask what Sam Altman is -on- -about- and I am very sincerely delighted by it, you’re right, what is he on about

Sometimes I try to ask it something that is complex and technical but could plausibly benefit from a little nondeterministic sampling across the relevant text space, and then it comes back with eminently plausible horseshit and I’m like “JUST SO YOU KNOW I NEVER BELIEVED IN YOU ANYWAY 😡”

And I just did not have the Spanish for it. I couldn’t put the words together. I didn’t have a firm grip on the necessary verb tenses. I think I might be able to do it now, but that doesn’t matter. I still think about it. He asked, and I couldn’t tell him, and he probably heard that I don’t care.

I wanted to tell him about watching my own father die in disappointment and despair after watching my country vote
for this man, and how it’s what I see every night when I’m going to sleep. Every single night. I wanted to tell him that I have never actually hated anyone like this, ever, in my life.

Now the table of personality is stable! Four solid legs!

I am neither atheism nor loves the Golden Girls but with full respect and endorsement for both, just, again, have at least a fourth trait for balance