I would pay for one of these or, better yet, a "universally disable, remove, and destroy all 'ai assist' buttons and options from all apps on this device" feature so I don't have to root them out one by one. Tech hawkers: The #1 marketing phrase that makes me not buy your gadget is "now with ai!!!"

There is a t-shirt for precisely this situation, and I find wearing it very therapeutic.

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It's both lulling me into a stupor and making me unable to go to bed until it stops.

But then, I bought Rutherford Chang's "We Buy White Albums" on LP.

I legitimately love it more every minute.

Wipe out all the tariffs.

Who among us . . . ?

And driverless cars will be everywhere by 2026. And Mars will be colonized next week by people who can't make a non-exploding rocket. Fairies will scatter pixie dust that gives all humans an endless supply of lollipops. It's like living in the most stupid, dangerous production of "The Music Man."

This has to be some AI bs.

He'll roux the day!

Hey, remember NFTs? Me neither.

Let me put in a plug for Jorma's own Quah while we're mentioning him. Glorious.

I feel more and more that opposable thumbs and oversized complex brains will not in the long run turn out to be adaptive traits.

What I wouldn't give for a nice jello salad!, molded or un-, although I'm not sure I could fully enjoy it anymore knowing how jello is created. The ones with creamy, fluffy elements were the best.

Precisely! It had only pickly and crunchy things, and in the 1960s Midwest, it was mostly a feature of sit-down "steak and chops" restaurants where your steak would come with a spiced apple ring and the server would bring a metal thingie of basic baked potato toppings to the table with the entrees.

My tiny Molly sometimes barks so hard she sort of knocks herself over.

Andrei Tarkovsky's Mirror. Boy, his films are great, but they totally trance me out.

The best part is the Scab Sprinkles.