The Palm m-series allowed a person to enter text quickly and silently without looking at the screen. You could take notes on it in a theatre without upsetting anybody. You could take notes on it while talking to a person without breaking eye contact. You could wake up at four in the morning and write down the secret of life without needing to take the trouble to open your eyes, let alone worry about waking anybody else up. Only the good die young (but at least there's some consolation in that u4al e0c5 apovnd c0ne5 af0vmd.)

I ran your 3781 posts through a psychiatric evaluation model running on my new GB200 (powered by a couple of triple-A batteries and a lemon), and it told me to tell you that the gallery you're playing to is a Rupert Pupkin mural of the mind.

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So when the electric company collectors show up looking for their money, you just explain to them that the thing isn't drawing any more power than a 12kW rack server generates in waste heat, and also you could run fully three of them out of an EV socket and get away with it maybe. Might work as a Chewbacca defence I guess.

"Can operate from a standard power outlet" without any specification of where in the world this standard power outlet is supposed to be amounts to between 1.5 and 3 kilowatts. So this has your virtual companion's electricity costing you roughly the same as the regular 100..200 pound human chained to the radiator in your basement is costing you in pizza rolls.

A solution to labour shortages? How about we stop pandering to the latter-day puritans and get back to finding a solution to labour itself.

The study also found that heavy Birth of a Nation and Gone With the Wind viewership correlates with more favourable views of the Ku Klux Klan. Really, the TikTok prosecution ought to concentrate on the Some Mothers Don't Like It aspect, elsewise rest-of-world people might get to thinking that the land of the lawyers and the home of hypocrisy has been doing all its introspection through the wrong end of a two-way mirror.

Time was, the Strong AI-advocates' policy as regards the Emperor's New Mind thesis – heaping praise on its proposer while carrying on regardless – seemed whimsically amusing. Now that they're burning off a significant proportion of the earth's remaining natural resources in pursuit of a marginally more souped-up Markov chain, these comedians are altogether beginning to lose their charm.

Pioneers of cinema went gung-ho for the train-approaching-camera shot, on account of how it was, at least for a little while, guaranteed to have at least one noisy panic attack breaking out in the auditorium. Easy win. Power of the new medium, consider yourself testified. Not sure how you'd work the same routine with a Vision Pro, seeing as there's no auditorium involved, nobody to hear the poor unsophisticated sap scream, but I guess at least one hospitalisation, a couple of imaginative and well-placed magazine articles, should do the trick. Really, if you were deliberately trying to bring about such an outcome, while maintaining some degree of plausible we-really-didn't-see-that-one-coming deniability, you couldn't do much better than Das Boot deepwater torpedo evasion scene recreated in VR. Tim Cook photographed at bedside of official Vision Pro PTSD martyr, bearing giant cheque, declares that for the foreseeable future all Vision Pro content will consist entirely of low-rent New York repertory companies performing Waiting for Godot and My Dinner with André for a fixed 360 degree camera. And, you know what, good on 'em. I might even buy one. Things these days have gotten just too damn visceral.

Employing people is now a royally-sealed fools' errand, so the multi-terabyte patch of AI regulation will be necessary to prevent any remaining enterprise taking recourse to the bleeding obvious, to oblige it to meekly accept its inevitable mutation into a complex of thinly-disguised, state-approved day centres. Other than that, we're plastering on a new layer of legislation in order to "streamline" a bunch of existing laws which don't work very well. And no pinball.

Just recently, when halfway through Learning Computer Architecture with Raspberry Pi, I was struck by the notion that Eben Upton, for all his calm and considerate demeanour, might well be a man of Napoleon-rivalling ambition. His long-game business model is not cheap open-board computers, it is chip design. At an early stage in his career, he set his long-term goals according to the, I believe quite correct, observation that the art of chip design was (and is) still in its infancy, that the ARM all-IP-and-zero-fabrication business model was a business model worthy of an aspiring Bonaparte, but to expand upon it would take the most monumental amount of highly astute human resource – thus it was Education First. Now we're into Stage Two, in which vast amounts of money are raised in order to recruit and maintain that Grand Armée of astute human resource which his big books and little computers have (at least you'd hope) propagated.

Any oddness in my comment is completely eclipsed by the proposition that a band who broke out a Minimoog at their first student gig, at a time when some long-established supergroup breaking one out at the Royal Albert Hall was still considered to be pushing it a bit, could be considered in any way "means starved".

They started out with the Teac and a Minimoog, acquired a Yamaha CS-80 not long after, then a first-run Fairlight. Go tell 1978 Joy Division, with their Bontempi organ bought on the drip from Woolworths, that Devo were "means starved". Why not go with the take which doesn't completely rewrite history: that Devo were that one band a person could forgive for having a ton of expensive gear for the simple reason that they, Mothersbaugh M in particular, very clearly knew how to use it.

They tried to evolve, but the punters didn't seem to much care for the more advanced aspects of RockBand III, so they re-dumbed everything and became irrelevant. Ubisoft's not-quite-so-poorly-implemented Rocksmith appears to have stalled as well. Presumably this too is on account of some supposed failing in the audience.

Up until now, its being ridiculously easy to get content-matched on YouTube by holding down a note on a Minimoog and sweeping the filter a bit seemed not much more than mildly amusing, but this article has turned that mild amusement into a grim foreboding. Now they are gearing up to come for our vocal tracts. Just had a stroke? Well, you'd best keep your mouth shut, else you'll get copyright-struck by the Brando estate.