been stuck with a terrible feeling that one of the episodes in the new black mirror season is gonna end with a title card like “the program you just watched was written by artificial intelligence” and they’re going to be so smug about it and we’ll all have to talk about it for weeks
oh hey apollo
lol
See, I’d make a Black Mirror episode about that, specifically.
Imagine - it’s the Near Future, and everything text-based is AI-generated and quite satisfactory. Then, one bored prompt engineer decides to take the afternoon to impersonate his workplace’s Large Language Model, realizing - or remembering - that putting things together on your own is sort of fun.
At first, it’s pure creation. Then, as his standards rise, he realizes he needs to look into credibility or generalized truthiness - and realizes that Society is now based on a bedrock of AI-generated and mindlessly-unquestioned “historical facts” that have no basis at all in reality.
So, thinking he’ll do good, he starts poisoning his workplace’s LLM with correct historical data.
His workplace crumbles. Dozens lose their job. Little by little, our poor guy realizes that people would rather wallow in generated lies than confront genuine truth. Worse still, the AI’s lies aren’t even malicious; they’re just ingrained mistakes that were never caught and that were allowed to snowball.
See, I’d make a Black
Mirror episode about
that, specifically.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
ways journalists have really described alex turner and miles kane:
“Wearing matching outfits, gazing into each other’s eyes, talking about their instant connection… Alex and Miles’ claims that they wrote the Shadow Puppets’ album about ‘a girl’ weren’t fooling anyone. Quite simply Alex and Miles are hopelessly, madly, enviably in love with each other. Please lads, just be true to yourselves, embrace your feelings, and have a massive snog - we can’t bear the tension any more.“ - NME
“If there’s one sexual dynamic at work tonight at the Usher Hall, it’s homoeroticism. The Last Brokeback Mountaineers are a camp pair of strutting cocks, to be sure.” - The Wee Review
"Speaking to them together feels like interrupting a conversation that’s been going on since 2005.” - NME
“Looking over at his manspreading counterpart, Kane gleefully points at Turner’s exposed bulge. Not wanting to be rude, I look away.” - SPIN
“Watching them finish each others’ sentences, agonise over their answers to how well they know each other and embrace when it’s time to leave… well, you’d need a heart made of Hoosiers CDs not to find it incredibly sickly sweet.” - NME
“Alex Turner and Miles Kane turn towards each other with fond looks when we suggest they’re best friends. Like doodle in each other’s notebooks BFF status. After spending 15 minutes with them though, we’re pretty convinced they’re going to grow old together in matching tracksuits.” - Sidewalk Hustle
“Miles Kane looks like he’s gagging for a great big man-hug (and maybe more…) off his buddy. These two have spent overly long admiring themselves and each other.” - The Wee Review
“As soon as I decide to just get started without Kane, Turner accidentally Facetimes him from his pocket, and the two erupt into a fit of giggles, our conversation veering off course for the third time in as many minutes.” - Consequence
“While Turner stares on the ground during his answers, Kane watches him like a lovestruck teenager from the side.” - Musikexpress
“Say this for Lennon and McCartney, or Plant and Page: they never had their own romantic rock ‘n’ roll portmanteau. But “Milex”—Miles Kane and Alex Turner, for the uninitiated—have just that enviable kind of bromance. The two even moved to Los Angeles in tandem a few years ago. No wonder multiple “Milex” pages have cropped up on Tumblr, breathlessly re-posting the duo’s every embrace and droll quip; there is fan fiction, too, the kind that would make a coal miner blush.” - Interview Magazine
’“Alex Turner is like a princess in need of his prince Miles’s assistance to get down from a tower.” - Dutch Review
“You’d be forgiven for barely noticing anything beyond the front of the stage, though. Like a pair of teenagers egging each other on, Turner and Kane are the most infatuated frontmen since the Pete Doherty and Carl Barat.” - Hot Press
“If Miles Kane had a ‘hard on’ for being a front-man before The Last Shadow Puppets, he’s grabbed the opportunity Turner’s patronage presented him with both hands. So to speak.” - Q Magazine
“The feeling is contagious too, as though we’re looking in on star-crossed lovers finally reunited.” - Hot Press
Okay so like, this is a hound right, they’re bred for large groups and the bark is more of a bay, and they bay both in their pack (group singalong bonding moment) and also at prey.
This? This is not an unhappy dog. That tail is loose, wagging slowly, and the dog is having fun.
This dog is demanding that their human gets up and does a group singalong with him on the piano (because humans can bark right but perhaps the piano sounds similar enough to him that it passes the vibe check) and she does (which reinforces the behaviour, hilariously).
So yeah, this is a group singalong: hound-dog-style
regular lobsters start out as just little lobsters but spiny lobsters start out as these beautiful weird larvae that also evolved to ride on top of jellyfish. This jellyfish is too small though!!!
imagine some other guy evolving specifically just to annoy you. what the fuck
the x files is funny because at the time it was “progressive” or whatever to have the ultra-rational, levelheaded character be a woman
but it’s also a show where all the fucked up alien shit actually is real, so she’s just constantly wrong about everything
What’s funny is how often they’re both wrong. Mulder will be like “the victims all had their livers scooped clean out this is obviously the aliens escalating from cattle mutilation” and Scully will be like “don’t be silly Mulder this is clearly just a serial killer who’s really good with surgical tools” and then it turns out the actual killer is an immortal sewer man who comes out ever quarterly century to feast on human liver.
I cannot stress enough that this is literally the plot of an actual episode
cryptotheism:
