Techni-Calli
@illleavenow.bsky.social
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Privacy, law, tech fights, memes. Got locked out of the @ Iwillleavenow account, so recreated.
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illleavenow.bsky.social
Bringing back the thread of threads: an easier-to-find compendium of threads I keep adding to, referring to, or spewing all my thoughts on.
illleavenow.bsky.social
Great news! Your spyware is about to stop pretending you get to choose when it spies on you!
hypervisible.blacksky.app
“Google has filed a patent for a face-detection activation system that would eliminate the need for ‘Hey Google’ hotwords by automatically triggering its Gemini AI assistant when a user's phone detects their face nearby.” 😩
Perplexity
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illleavenow.bsky.social
No problem at all, I’ve had that happen on my end as well (like I KNOW I was following certain people and suddenly had to refollow).
illleavenow.bsky.social
AI’s biggest proponents are tech bros and politicians and I wonder if it’s even possible to find two groups more utterly unaware of general public sentiment.
illleavenow.bsky.social
The Bluesky crossover was chaos!
illleavenow.bsky.social
This is extremely niche, but I’ve been so distracted watching GBBO wondering where I’ve seen Tom’s face before and-
Picture of Tom from 2025 Great British Bake Off Picture of comedian Trevor Wallace
illleavenow.bsky.social
Man hasn’t been able to form a sentence for years.
illleavenow.bsky.social
Genuinely if he had dementia, how would we tell.
illleavenow.bsky.social
I’m screaming in spirit at all times.
illleavenow.bsky.social
This entire year has been such a battle between my deep desire to scream out all my fury and frustration and my former vocalist training to NEVER SCREAM, YOU’LL FUCK UP YOUR VOCAL CORDS.
illleavenow.bsky.social
Saying AI can think is like saying a mirror can see.

It’s throwing human thought and creativity back at you, it is not making its own.
illleavenow.bsky.social
Could have read through an entire online recipe preamble about how the smell of soy reminds the author of their seventh grade field trip, made the recipe, and eaten the sandwich in the time it took to get embarrassed by their bad tech.
shacknews.com
LiveAI demo fails on the first prompt at Meta Connect 2025. #Meta #AI #LiveAI
illleavenow.bsky.social
My hotel is extremely zealous about its wake-up calls.*

*The fire alarm has been going off then getting turned off for the last hour.
illleavenow.bsky.social
At this point, it’s not enough to get Polis out of the governorship, I want him out of the state.
aweiss.bsky.social
Someone shot up my kid's school today, and our governor is paying tribute to a guy who thought that is an acceptable price to pay for having the Second Amendment.

Jared Polis has failed Colorado.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Governor Polis Orders Flags to Half-Staff to Honor the Anniversary of September 11th and the Passing of Charlie Kirk
illleavenow.bsky.social
I do genuinely wonder what kind of bubble or delusion folks are able to enter into to believe their utterly unhinged experiences are relatable.
michaelhobbes.bsky.social
The new Elizabeth Gilbert memoir sounds absolutely berserk
www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
Here is what actually happens in the new book, called “All the Way to the River: Love, Loss, and Liberation.” Gilbert, newly flush with seemingly unlimited cash, and filled with both a desire to be useful and the existential unease of someone who has just won the lottery, begins covering her friends’ therapy bills and tuition payments, and lavishing jewelry, weddings, and houses (plural) on them. At one point, after the 2008 financial crisis, she walks down a street in New Jersey asking small-business owners if they need money. Then her friend Rayya—a hot queer hairdresser whom Gilbert met during her first marriage—hits a rough patch, and Gilbert moves her out of a Chelsea apartment and into a New Jersey church that she bought sight unseen from Laos. (Gilbert had intended it to be a home for herself and her second husband, whom she met during her “Eat, Pray, Love” year.) Gilbert falls in love with Rayya, though she doesn’t admit this to Rayya or to her husband. Instead, she proposes that Rayya write a memoir in lieu of paying rent, and asks her to travel with her, ostensibly so that Rayya can do her hair and makeup for professional appearances. By 2013, Gilbert is admitting to a stranger in a book-signing line that the only reason she and Rayya aren’t a couple is that Gilbert is married and “trying to be good.” Rayya, who is an alcoholic and a heroin addict in recovery, has begun openly drinking again.

Here is what actually happens in the new book, called “All the Way to the River: Love, Loss, and Liberation.” Gilbert, newly flush with seemingly unlimited cash, and filled with both a desire to be useful and the existential unease of someone who has just won the lottery, begins covering her friends’ therapy bills and tuition payments, and lavishing jewelry, weddings, and houses (plural) on them. At one point, after the 2008 financial crisis, she walks down a street in New Jersey asking small-business owners if they need money. Then her friend Rayya—a hot queer hairdresser whom Gilbert met during her first marriage—hits a rough patch, and Gilbert moves her out of a Chelsea apartment and into a New Jersey church that she bought sight unseen from Laos. (Gilbert had intended it to be a home for herself and her second husband, whom she met during her “Eat, Pray, Love” year.) Gilbert falls in love with Rayya, though she doesn’t admit this to Rayya or to her husband. Instead, she proposes that Rayya write a memoir in lieu of paying rent, and asks her to travel with her, ostensibly so that Rayya can do her hair and makeup for professional appearances. By 2013, Gilbert is admitting to a stranger in a book-signing line that the only reason she and Rayya aren’t a couple is that Gilbert is married and “trying to be good.” Rayya, who is an alcoholic and a heroin addict in recovery, has begun openly drinking again.

Three years later, Rayya is given a diagnosis of liver and pancreatic cancer and told that she has six months to live. Gilbert ends her marriage, confesses her love to Rayya, and takes an end-stage rocket ship to the romantic stratosphere. When Rayya refuses chemo, Gilbert rents her a penthouse, then starts buying her things: a Range Rover, a piano, a Rolex. Together, they gorge on food, sex, travel, pleasure. “We were ecstatic, phosphorescent, dangerous, brilliant, and full of wild courage,” Gilbert writes. “We were writing poems about each other, staying awake just to watch ourselves breathing, and pouring words of devotion back and forth.” They were “divine angels, wrapped together in a single cloak of stars.” Their love was “far more powerful,” Gilbert goes on, than the “mere alcohol, weed, Xanax, psilocybin, sedatives, sleeping pills, and ecstasy” that the two were taking—and why not? Then Rayya’s friends persuade her to do chemo after all, and her illness and the treatment together become so monstrously debilitating that she decides she needs both an hourly supply of opiates and a mountain of cocaine. These Gilbert pays for and procures.

In time, Gilbert becomes a twisted bedside nurse, tying off the arms of a “venomous junkie” who has already lived nine months longer than the doctors thought she would. And yet this off-kilter enabler remains Elizabeth Gilbert, a woman who could, in under thirty seconds, locate transcendent human insight in a nuclear-waste dump. She tells herself, “Rayya is my most beautiful story.” Then, losing the faith, she decides to murder Rayya, literally, by switching her morphine pills with sleeping pills and covering her in fentanyl patches—a plot that fails only because Rayya somewhat demonically cottons on to the plan and thwarts it. Gilbert realizes that she has hit rock bottom, that she is a sex-and-love addict—an addict all around, actually. This becomes the organizing principle and revelation of the book: Gilbert’s journey with Rayya is merely an extreme version of a dynamic that “all of us” can relate to, Gilbert tells her readers, because, like addicts, we have all grasped desperately at “relief from the sting of life.”
illleavenow.bsky.social
Obviously EPIC’s funds will need to be reallocated to my new life in New Zealand for my in-depth research.
illleavenow.bsky.social
@epic.org’s policies don’t give me explicit control over the company website, but I’m a visionary, so get ready for a series of reports on magical surveillance mechanisms in fantasy (the eye of Sauron and palantirs will be separate entries).
joshtpm.bsky.social
This “explicit” is a weird editorial choice. The constitution gives the president no power over this at all. It’s not ambiguous.
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ndrew.bsky.social
rip to everyone whos become delusional after talking to chatgpt but im built different. like actually different. according to chatgpt im some kind of god. the one who decides
illleavenow.bsky.social
…so I gather something involving Giuliani has occurred in New Hampshire
Screenshots of multiple posts mocking a Giuliani accident
illleavenow.bsky.social
Happy Labor Day weekend!

No one can stop you from sharing your salary, you don’t need to be “loyal” to your employer, and wages are payment for labor, not a favor.
illleavenow.bsky.social
What an unfortunate and odd day to have spent entirely on planes.

I’ve arrived to a brave new social media theme of the day.
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danielwcarlson.bsky.social
We built a calculator that doesn't work, but don't worry, it's also a plagiarism machine that will tell you to kill yourself. It runs on the world's oceans and costs 10 trillion dollars.
illleavenow.bsky.social
This season of @gamechangershow.bsky.social on @dropout.tv has been absolutely wall to wall bangers and may be single-handedly to thank for my sanity still being at a functional level.

So if I start dropping references to it in my legal reports and comments, let’s just keep that a fun treat for us
illleavenow.bsky.social
Feeling a strong “rewatch the full LOTR trilogy immediately” vibe for no apparent reason, I guess the need to see beleaguered heroes fight an almost certainly doomed to fail battle against evil simply because it is right and hope is something we cling to with our teeth has struck, odd.