Sudden Loud Noise posted:

When I was 12 I bought a pair of broken Grado headphones for 10 dollars, and Radio Shack repaired them for 5 bucks by just putting on a new jack. Radio Shack good.

1glitch0 posted:

There was a teaser trailer for Elder Scrolls VI like 4 years ago.

Chard posted:

in middle school i built a dungeon crawler game with items, map, and full-color enemy art in BASIC and that's probably the best computer touching i'll ever do

moist turtleneck posted:

https://twitter.com/ByeonChansoo/status/1651635311791808529?t=Cfj-ZS4GdNK0e9HC7Z96Mw&s=19

Red Baron posted:

the X app isn’t even out yet and already it is losing the valuable milf messaging community

Juul-Whip posted:

I see they solved the bot problem on twitter

Just-In-Timeberlake posted:

within eyeshot, including the device I’m typing on, I can see 7 devices with computing power that dwarfs the computers used for the Apollo program that put men on the moon.

would have thought that this stuff was, while still full of inherent risks, a solved problem by now.

univbee posted:

, due to having a lot more transistors jammed into the CPU die, make them potentially too sensitive/unpredictable for operating in space/exposed to things like solar radiation.

Stereotype posted:

slowly over many months and billions of dollars of development, elon musk has created what already existed before he impulsively destroyed it without understanding why it existed.

bigstupidjellyfish posted:

"did your brain fall out of your head" sounds like a weird idiom that doesnt sound quite right translated into english

Oglethorpe posted:

Uncle Wemus posted:

https://twitter.com/HuffPostPol/status/1664759821378240588?s=20

Slotducks posted:

imagine dazzle camo-ing a loving flat steel sheet lmao what a loving joke

Asproigerosis posted:

For what it's worth, cisgender is not a standard medical term.

16-bit Butt-Head posted:

theyre going to build a steel cage in the metaverse and duke it out

HiroProtagonist posted:

im gay

lumpentroll posted:

no he isn’t

Skull Servant posted:

Spotted a Cybertruck in the wild today.

The price drop is epic.

Pepe Silvia Browne posted:

A BASTARD FROM A BOERSKET

coconono posted:

I stop signs in the freeway. first problem solved.

Xaris posted:

lmfao no way, this is like a weak rear end paradol ex or triangle toberlone gimmick right??

UKJeff posted:

None of those things happen with FSD

Eliminate the human element from driving

evobatman posted:

I've been wondering this a lot. Everyone seems to develop self driving cars where the individual car is the end all be all endpoint and arbiter of everything.

We would probably be closer to FSD if there was an open standard and data of road maps, predefined automatically downloadable routes and driving conditions for your trip, mid-range locating beacons of some kind which can probably be integrated into cell phone towers and 50-100 yards of car to car communication through RF to let cars know which other cars are in the area and where they are located and what they are doing.

But of course, the goal isn't working FSD. The goal is to make my own number go up, and not help my competitors.

Commissar Of Doom posted:

For twelve years, you have been asking: Who is Elon Musk? This is Elon Musk speaking. I am the man who loves his life. I am the man who does not sacrifice his love or his values. I am the man who has deprived you of victims and thus has destroyed your world, and if you wish to know why you are perishing—you who dread knowledge—I am the man who will now tell you.” The chief engineer was the only one able to move; he ran to a television set and struggled frantically with its dials. But the screen remained empty; the speaker had not chosen to be seen. Only his voice filled the airways of the country—of the world, thought the chief engineer—sounding as if he were speaking here, in this room, not to a group, but to one man; it was not the tone of addressing a meeting, but the tone of addressing a mind.

“You have heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis. You have said it yourself, half in fear, half in hope that the words had no meaning. You have cried that man’s sins are destroying the world and you have cursed human nature for its unwillingness to practice the virtues you demanded. Since virtue, to you, consists of sacrifice, you have demanded more sacrifices at every successive disaster. In the name of a return to morality, you have sacrificed all those evils which you held as the cause of your plight. You have sacrificed justice to mercy. You have sacrificed independence to unity. You have sacrificed reason to faith. You have sacrificed wealth to need. You have sacrificed self-esteem to self-denial. You have sacrificed happiness to duty.

“You have destroyed all that which you held to be evil and achieved all that which you held to be good. Why, then, do you shrink in horror from the sight of the world around you? That world is not the product of your sins, it is the product and the image of your virtues. It is your moral ideal brought into reality in its full and final perfection. You have fought for it, you have dreamed of it, and you have wished it, and I—I am the man who has granted you your wish.

“Your ideal had an implacable enemy, which your code of morality was designed to destroy. I have withdrawn that enemy. I have taken it out of your way and out of your reach. I have removed the source of all those evils you were sacrificing one by one. I have ended your battle. I have stopped your motor. I have deprived your world of man’s mind.

“Men do not live by the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those who do. The mind is impotent, you say? I have withdrawn those whose mind isn’t. There are values higher than the mind, you say? I have withdrawn those for whom there aren’t.

“While you were dragging to your sacrificial altars the men of justice, of independence, of reason, of wealth, of self-esteem—I beat you to it, I reached them first. I told them the nature of the game you were playing and the nature of that moral code of yours, which they had been too innocently generous to grasp. I showed them the way to live by another morality—mine. It is mine that they chose to follow.

“All the men who have vanished, the men you hated, yet dreaded to lose, it is I who have taken them away from you. Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty. Do not cry that you need us. We do not consider need a claim. Do not cry that you own us. You don’t. Do not beg us to return. We are on strike, we, the men of the mind.

“We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one’s happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.

“There is a difference between our strike and all those you’ve practiced for centuries: our strike consists, not of making demands, but of granting them. We are evil, according to your morality. We have chosen not to harm you any longer. We are useless, according to your economics. We have chosen not to exploit you any longer. We are dangerous and to be shackled, according to your politics. We have chosen not to endanger you, nor to wear the shackles any longer. We are only an illusion, according to your philosophy. We have chosen not to blind you any longer and have left you free to face reality—the reality you wanted, the world as you see it now, a world without mind.

“We have granted you everything you demanded of us, we who had always been the givers, but have only now understood it. We have no demands to present to you, no terms to bargain about, no compromise to reach. You have nothing to offer us. We do not need you.

“Are you now crying: No, this was not what you wanted? A mindless world of ruins was not your goal? You did not want us to leave you? You moral cannibals, I know that you’ve always known what it was that you wanted. But your game is up, because now we know it, too.

“Through centuries of scourges and disasters, brought about by your code of morality, you have cried that your code had been broken, that the scourges were punishment for breaking it, that men were too weak and too selfish to spill all the blood it required. You damned man, you damned existence, you damned this earth, but never dared to question your code. Your victims took the blame and struggled on, with your curses as reward for their martyrdom—while you went on crying that your code was noble, but human nature was not good enough to practice it. And no one rose to ask the question: Good?—by what standard?

“You wanted to know Elon Musk’s identity. I am the man who has asked that question.

euphronius posted:

16-bit Butt-Head posted:

elon i know you are lurking cspam... reveal yourself

whaley posted:

thread title sucks now

BrutalistMcDonalds posted:

Nostr 40K: Wrath of the Postlords

the milk machine posted:

Elon musk doesn't design circuits. take it to the circuit design mega thread.

Virtual Russian posted:

no cents is weird.

Slotducks posted:

"Sir, there's no sights on this firearm?"

"Looking into it"


(or would it be "You Won't Care?")