That’s exactly how I wound up looking at Lemmy again just now. I’m not supposed to be here right now, I’m supposed to be replying to a text message.

Or they just installed uBlock Origin Lite, which still works for most things.

It’s important to note that to produce an AI-generated image of somebody, they do not need to exist in the training data beforehand. You can use an image as a prompt, and an AI can create new works based on that prompt, without ever referencing the person from training materials.

Most of these CSAM files are not readily available on the clearnet, and I don’t think even Elon is stupid enough to let an AI scraper run free on Tor. One would have to go significantly out of their way to locate clearnet sources of CSAM to include into the training data.

Some would say it’s a distinction without difference, but I think it’s important to understand how these AI images are actually created, if you want to adequately legislate them.

The idea that CSAM is used in training data is largely discredited. An AI doesn’t need to have actual images of nude children to generate CSAM; it knows what humans look like naked, and it knows what children look like - it fills in the gaps from there.

It doesn’t ship with GrapheneOS.

Nobody’s obligated to. You, however, have yet to show that you’re right.

You should, honestly. A bit of reflection might do ya some good right about now, chief.

Brother you know you done fucked up when you get ratio’d by SMCF.

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The AT-AT (All Terrain Armored Transport) is the name of the giant walker-type vehicles in Star Wars, shown in @MrNobody@quokk.au’s picture. OP’s picture says “yelled at at work”, which made our smooth brains go “heehee str war”

Oh good, I’m not the only one this brain-rotted to make the same connection.

That seems like a very unique and specifically-you scenario. I don’t think most people treat music as a competition like that, either on the consumption or creation sides.

Oh but when I say it…

My mom still has all of her mom’s old china from when she passed. It fills up an enormous, ugly, heavy cabinet that eats up a pretty significant chunk of the living room and doesn’t go with any of the other decor. I have never, in my nearly 40 years of existence, seen her use a single piece of it. It was always “for special occasions”, but we always went out for special occasions, so they still never got used.

I think she only keeps them because they were important to her mom, who inherited some of it from her mom, and possibly even further up the chain. I don’t think they’re even worth anything; she could maybe get a couple hundred bucks if she were to sell the whole collection, maybe a bit more if she got creative with the listing. There were times growing up where we were dirt broke and couldn’t even afford soap to wash a dish and ate dinner off of paper towels, and she still wouldn’t let anyone use the china. But it was important to those before her, so I think my mom just wants to preserve it in their memory.

Brother, your every comment in this thread has been a deflection, you haven’t provided a straight answer to anything. Nearly every response from you has been “but what about…”, shut the hell up lmao

Doesn’t rich presence already cover most of that without needing to handover this amount of perms to a third-party?

Yup! I have aphantasia (inability to mentally visualize things), so I had hoped that LSD would give me some really fun, trippy visuals that I was otherwise unable to come up with in my own head. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that, BUT instead what I experienced was seeing the colors of everything around me start to breathe. I don’t know how else to describe it than that; the objects themselves weren’t breathing, but the colors the objects were made of, were. It was like the colors would glow vibrantly and hold that glow for a moment, and then “exhale” with the colors fading out and around until the object was a dull, muted color. Then it would slowly brighten back up until it glowed again. Everything I looked at had its own unique rate of “breathing”, nothing was in sync.

Nobody else in my group had anything like that. They all talked about seeing geometric patterns, shape-shifting, heightened empathy, etc. My experience was way more mild compared to everybody else.

Also, while I didn’t have an intense visual experience, I did have a hard time focusing my eyes on anything, and everything was very blurry for a few hours. That made me feel very nauseous, so also be prepared for the possibility of throwing up, OP.

Why don’t you go ask 'em and find out? Instead of just using black people as an argumentative scapegoat, that is.

Grieving one’s death, and acknowledging that they have a horrible disease that will almost certainly lead them to a slow and painful death at their advanced age, are not the same thing.

The thing about cancer, is that it doesn’t care if you’re a good guy or a bad guy. Cancer is random. Cancer is nature’s Thanos-snap. One’s actions leading up to a diagnosis are largely irrelevant.

Cancer isn’t a punishment. Though the people in this thread who seem to think it is, or perhaps want it to be, are failing a basic empathy test as spectacularly as Trump just did.

“both sides”