Wait, Halloween boo, or disapproval boo?
All of all y'all.
"I'm pouring one out for my departed friends.” –Me, using a watering can to water Maurice and Linda's plants while they're away #IHaveAWayWithWords
β€˜I Hope This Email Finds You Parched,’ by me. I ordered you a water, but Sam Altman drank it.
Feel the meh and do it anyway.
Introducing: Overmorrow. A weekly (question mark?) newsletter about technology. On Mastodon, I mostly post what could be called jokes, but I've also picked up a lot of followers from critiques and satire about AI, software, Big Tech, etc. And I've wanted to get back into longer-form writing for a long time. First issue drops tomorrow. If you're damaged enough to tolerate my posts, and inexplicably you want even more, please subscribe to my dumb newsletter here:
Good night, Fedi. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely boost you in the morning.
Ok. Jesus. You people know me. You know I'm, like, a big Microsoft dork. I have been very clear I make my living knowing my way around Microsoft 365. I have even admitted to [whispers] liking the Office apps. But I may have just had my Jokerfying moment. I'm writing something. Something I've been working on for a couple of weeks. Something about AI, and its power and water usage. And I've been drafting it in Word. Mainly the iPad version. But tonight, putting the finishing touches on it in the desktop Word, I notice a message at the top of the window. Some obscured text and a button I've never noticed before. I click. It unrolls. And presents an AI-generated summary. An AI-generated summary that I didn't ask for. An AI-generated summary that I didn't ask for, summarizing the article I'm writing about being conscientious about using AI BECAUSE OF ITS COSTS. FUCKING MICROSOFT. You make your haters' points better than they ever could. 🀦
I found the clitoris. image