Want to wade into the snowy surf of the abyss? Have a sneer percolating in your system but not enough time/energy to make a whole post about it? Go forth and be mid: Welcome to the Stubsack, your first port of call for learning fresh Awful you’ll near-instantly regret.
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The post Xitter web has spawned soo many “esoteric” right wing freaks, but there’s no appropriate sneer-space for them. I’m talking redscare-ish, reality challenged “culture critics” who write about everything but understand nothing. I’m talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. They’re inescapable at this point, yet I don’t see them mocked (as much as they should be)
Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldn’t be surgeons because they didn’t believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I can’t escape them, I would love to sneer at them.
(2026 is off to a great start, isn't it? Credit and/or blame to David Gerard for starting this.)
I'm sure it's all meant to bolster a sales pitch to corporate clients that "this is YOUR AI, that YOU CONTROL!"
I've been wondering, since Rust has a more complex compiler that can take longer to run, and people are typically farming it out to a build/CI server anyway... are these otherwise accomplished vibe coders like Klabnik and the Oxide bros pursuing an experience similar to the REPL/incremental compilation of Lisp or Smalltalk? We've already discussed how the mechanics are similar to a slot machine, but if you can convince yourself you're getting a "liveness" that you wouldn't otherwise get with a compiled, rigorously type-checked language, you're probably more than willing to ignore all that. I'm curious, but not curious enough to go pin one of these people up against the wall, or start poking the slop machine myself.