

How tho? Will Claude be looking over our proverbial shoulders now, and if whatever we type just so happens to be word-for-word what it said, it can magically flag it?


How tho? Will Claude be looking over our proverbial shoulders now, and if whatever we type just so happens to be word-for-word what it said, it can magically flag it?


What I’m saying is that if someone just types verbatim what Claude says, instead of just going “Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V”, that completely undermines this whole thing.


As I’ve said in response to a number of articles about this, all this means is that when someone wants to use Claude’s output for something, they just need to remember to manually type it in now, rather than just copy-paste it. Practically speaking, this changes nothing.
More of a sound than a texture TBH, but the way certain types of styrofoam squeak against cardboard boxes legitimately sets my teeth on edge.
Lowkey same, especially when it cakes onto my fingers…shudders in abject discomfort
My memories go back to about age 4-5, when I lived near/in the Phoenix metropolitan area. I remember rolling down this one grass hill a lot, a passing, irrational fear of this one riding lawnmower that often came near said hill, an asymmetrical, irregular-shaped pool, a red ball going over a brick wall, and Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory album on this CD boombox I had.


I go down to Manassas for class sometimes; GMU’s Sci-Tech campus is adjacent-to-if-not-surrounded-by a good half-dozen data centers. You can see them from I-66.


Just woke up. Currently at my grandparents’ place near-ish the Outer Banks in northeastern NC for Independence Day weekend. Managed to dodge a hangover, far as I can tell, and that’s always a plus. Not quite Satan’s Nutsack like it is in the DC area where I ACTUALLY live, but still supposed to hit high 90s (F) here over the weekend. May fish tomorrow.
Overall…fair. Be good if I could find that damn water bottle.
Addendum: Found it. Life is good now.


Nothing I couldn’t pirate right back, given time.


I’m at The Office ™ minding the phone while my bosses are out on a sales call.
I was fairly active on Instagram in high school (no, I won’t say the handle I had; it was cringe AF looking back), yet quite reserved IRL; sure enough, it was the summer between sophomore & junior year that I was diagnosed with Asperger’s.