Cydniey - CJH Initiative
@cydniey
If you didn't want the foundation of your performative nonsense kicked out from under you, you shouldn't have built it in the middle of the public square. I’m providing mandatory structural integrity checks to the deeply unserious.
25 years mastering Photoshop, and now my Pixel just does cool shit by itself. It isn't even agentic.
According to my phone's meddlesome AI, this is what I would look like in expensive clothes. Hunh.
Phi is just not so good with the sharing. She knows I can't lift and scootch her with just one arm. She is entirely too clever.
At Phi's insistence, I have finally taken to bed. Turns out I'm not super-human. In my downtime I'm working on an audio chapbook.
Ok, so my shoulder is broken and I don't know why. BUT, I found ginger windmill cookies made by an American company. Off the charts cool.
When the 🤖 Completely Misses the Point. After lamenting the death of the flyer as an artform, I mistakenly taunted it. I pointed out it would never know the satisfaction of hand creating a flyer. I think I irked it, because rather than a verbal response, it presented me with this.
At some point I'll be able to find out what happened to me that night after I went to bed that left me so bruised and broken. Until then, it's Doctor Who and the doggos to soothe my brain while time heals my body. Viva las doggos!
I can breathe again!!! The person who thinks they are in charge of this place finally shut down the a/c. Tomorrow will be different because I have shit to get done, regardless. Heel of a news cycle today. So gratifying to see the mad king is falling down. Let him land on Stephen Miller, please?
I'm sure there are prompt jockeys out there that have done this well. Point is, I wasn't asking it to do this. I was trying to initiate a quick media scan and it got all inspired. That is . . . unnerving.
*Welcome to sunny Las Vegas, where today's temp is still a mild 91° at the bottom of the ten o'clock hour . . .* That would be my fantasy world where the below rule doesn't apply. "I will punish you by making you do it yourself, but I will sabotage and attack you the second you actually try."
I may not have human children, but I get to say things that most normie parents never will. "Phi, stop gnawing on your brother. Maximus, run." She may not appear so, but she's dead asleep in this photo.
Started/Going If the current trajectory of consumer electronics is any indication, my next vape is going to require a firmware update, two-factor authentication, and a Bluetooth pairing app just to take a hit. GUI or no, they're both ending up in the landfill. Tech bros are irretrievably stupid.
The in-crowd calls this kinetic ejection. Just the intro is AI, the rest is real. The mystery I woke to: how is my burner phone on the floor when it takes two hands to get it out of the clamp, is now done and dusted. Thermodynamics did play a part, credit where it's due.
I spent the day applying my cybersecurity education to deal with interpersonal threat actors, malicious denial, and a breach. Witnessed a potential felony, now putting together the receipts. I'd much rather apply my skills to a SOC position, but I'll take all the practice I can get.
I'm a bit behind where I wanted to be, but considering the local chaos of the last six months, I am proud to say: Only 2 more courses until I secure my first Cybersecurity cert. I've been studying on the side for these last two. I'm still carrying an A average. Fuck me, I'm really doing it.
Nothing more than a billionaire PT Barnum. (This marks my 5th AI image generation.)
Sumthin' ain't right with that dog. Last week it was a fluke. This week it's legally claimed territory.
I know you've been waiting for candid Phi photos. And so I present you: 1. The Look of Love 2. Plum Wore Out (w/cameo from Squirrely
I found a special place to put my @scimandan.bsky.social Book Club Founding Member pin. My doggy hat.
Wouldn't it be hilarious if some idiot intern hired a bunch of neo-Nazi hardcore bands for the 250th, and didn't tell anyone about it?
People do not want a conversational synthesizer when they are looking for a definitive fact or a specific quote; they want the raw data. Forcing a generative language model to act as a primary search index results in exactly this kind of chaotic misfire.