In my opinion if someone's using AI to grade the submissions then anyone who games the AI in their submission is 100% blameless.
You can't say that you're going to hire the job candidate with the biggest hat, instead of the qualified one, and then get all bent out of shape when people "cheat" by showing up in big hats. They're literally fulfilling the new criteria that you set. If that puts your criteria in a bad light and gives an advantage to an less qualified person, that's on you.
Boots into secure bootstrap
npm install
I'm not sure that the Ken Thompson type of backdoor is even on the radar as an urgent enough threat to be worth worrying about at this point. I mean, it's fine, but the boot-i-est of bootstraps at this point is the network hardware that's running the network you are trying to secure, and most of it is riddled with holes which are likely to largely undo whatever you're trying to do sad to say.
It's a hell of a lot wider than one specific sloppy contractor. They basically compromised everybody (Verizon, AT&T, T-Mobile, Spectrum, Lumen, Consolidated Communications, Windstream, the system for CALEA requests, routers made by Cisco, phones belonging to Trump and Vance... basically, everything.) Viasat is on that list, but they're no more particularly sloppy than any other contractor in that space. Basically it would have been truly remarkable if some Guard agency had managed to hire a cloud contractor that was able to resist it.
There are dozens of us not on Lemmy...
(quokk.au is using Piefed)
I only noticed because it sent me notifications for it. I guess it is just one weird moderator though, for some reason I thought it was more of a db0 official thing but it looks like it is not.
Does this actually work on people? Like do you genuinely think telling someone that they’re too dumb/ignorant to participate, that that is effective rhetoric that communicates with others?
Lol I mean being straight with you and responding factually to what you were saying, responding substantively and clarifying, definitely didn't work. Oh well. Also, "cynical" at least in the original meaning doesn't mean what you think it means.
Instead of demanding I do the mental labor of deciphering your (seemingly mutable) politics, and just lay out what you actually believe?
I spent a few messages doing that, even though you were pretty hostile with me out of the gate.
Sounds like you're not into the idea of doing the homework in order to learn what you would need to in order to be able to continue the conversation and have it be productive. Like I said, I'm not real into continuing the conversation then. Best of luck to ye.
50:34
He finds one day that there's a circus up for sale for pretty cheap.
"I paid only $50,000 for the entire operation. Think of it, boy. A genuine circus with lions, flying trapeze, a sword swallowers, and a girly show. Marvelous. Of course, the tent had holes in it. The lions had mange. It was the real stuff. The king of rube shows. The climax of my career. I was the ringmaster, boy. I immediately began to rejuvenate the circus and had a band stand constructed which closely resembled a gaping set of upper and lower teeth. The redcoated musicians looked as if they were about to be chewed up by the superersized teeth. I called it Painless Parker's Dental Circus and it staged performances in towns up and down the coast of California."
He says that while other circuses continue to fail and diminish, his with all this love and care put into it actually does pretty well. This is around the time that he says he extracted the 357 teeth in one day and had the necklace made. But although it is fun, he knows that the circus is not a long-term amazing financial decision. And eventually, with the help of his wife's urging, he does sell it. Tells himself once again, "This is it. I
retire from street dentistry. I'm going to focus on my offices. I, painless Parker. I'm going to get normaler." He lied."One afternoon, as I was walking down San Francisco's Howard Street, I happened to observe a local sidewalk evangelist preaching to a small group of individuals. This self-made man of religion calling himself the cardinal had devised his own religion and was seeking converts. I couldn't stand the painfully amateurish job this evangelist was doing. It was enough to turn a man's stomach. After taking all that I could, I laid my gloved hand on the evangelist's arm and said, "Brother, before hearing your golden words, I was charging ahead in life down this sidewalk, merely contented to seek worldly gain. Now it's different. I've just received the call to speak to your little flock here, if you don't object." The evangelist was somewhat taken back, but stepped down from his soapbox to allow me to ascend to the sidewalk pulpit. "Flock," I said, "God hates a man who neglects his teeth..."
Do you think that would be productive? (edit: ~~I have some kind of strong hunch that it's one of your admins.~~ it is not)
I think people are just weird sometimes.
43:38:
The next decade is going to be a insane financial success for them. And might I just say, Painless was born to be an eccentric rich person. You know, when rich people are just fucking boring and wear $2,000 beige sweatpants and it's like, come on, man. If you're going to if you're going to have stupid money, at least do something weird with it. Painless delivers. He is always as weird and showy and gaudy as possible, and I like that about him.
"In 1904, I bought a Pope Toledo 4 gasoline powered car. The five passenger automobile, which cost me about $3,500, was considered to be a very flashy number in its day, but it wasn't fancy enough for the new owner. I had every square inch of olive drab paint removed from its body and wheels and replaced by gold leaf. Likewise, the black upholstery was replaced with bright red leather. The vehicle was kept so brightly polished that when I drove it down the street, traffic would come to a complete stop as I chugged majestically past."
47:56:
He winds up buying a failing dental office in a supposed partnership with the elderly dentist who's already running it, who is this guy named Dr. Fram.
"I put on my bulletridden top hat, my tails, ascot tie, and wore all 12 karat worth of diamonds. I drove to Dr. Fram's office and told him, 'Get your forceps limbered up. You're going to need them. I'm going out on the streets to dig us up some worms.' I grabbed a two-tone klaxon, a set of Swiss bells, and a small portable organ. That morning, I drove my beautiful red peerless automobile down to Los Angeles and found the busiest intersection I could locate. The car had a big round sign on the side with my Painless Parker name painted on it. I shortcircuited my peerless so that it would backfire, then set off a string of firecrackers next to the car, cranked up the klaxon, and rang the bells. In 1906, automobiles were still considered a rarity, especially those painted bright red. People came running from every direction, expecting to witness a spectacle of an expensive car about to self-destruct. In a matter of minutes, I was standing up on the seat in my automobile. Then, in what I consider to be my most booming voice, I began my famous lecture on the terrors of tooth neglect."
Dr. Fran just stops showing up one day. He's just like, "No, it's not worth it anymore."
Update: I've just been banned from some of the db0 Stable Diffusion communities for being an "anti-AI troll," I think for posting this story?
db0 I love you guys but you do weird stuff sometimes
Yes, but you have to think about how many random innocent people they can stuff in there who can't get out. You can't put a price on that.