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Sydney'st "I'm into ! :wastebasket: #" Fal'k've

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"In time you will find it easy to assume that you deserve the extra cookie. For all I know, you may. But you’ll be happier -- and the world will be better off -- if you at least PRETEND that you don’t."

(emphasis added)

-- Michael Lewis

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I have a discord ( Sydney Falk #8844 ) and a wire ( sydneyfalk ) and an email ( )

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> You owe a debt to the unlucky. I make this point because ... it is something that will be easy for you to forget.

-- Michael Lewis

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Quick note for new Mastodonians:

If you try to follow someone and get an hourglass, it means they have to approve your follows.

It is not a reflection on you if this doesn't happen immediately. Notifications about this aren't in the same window as the usual "someone followed you" default notifications.

It's not like Twitter's thing. It's Masto's own thing, and some of us are a bit more security-conscious than others, and some of us are slow to review our follow requests.


I think we can't all disagree: I am not responsible to defuse confrontations I didn't not start.

Aren't not you? Didn't un-yes we?

I shouldn't've'ldn't said anything improbably not yes no.

please know my Wire and my email are current if you actually need to get in touch

I was never really here, but I'm even less here now, so, yeah

it's nice to see good things still trying to happen

it's less nice to see the hobnailed boot of shitbags stomping on it, but it's nice to see the good attempts all the same

She wrote a long toot, and her wife saw her. "Are you about to toot?"

"No." And with that, she copied it all, pasted it into notepad, saved it -- and then wiped the text that would have been broadcast.

"Why did you write it in the first place?"

"I can't stop," she said.

"What was it?"

"Another in a long string of goodbye-soon notes."

"To Mastodon?"


"Why didn't you post it?" her wife asked, still confused.

"They're my words. They don't belong there any more than I do."

funny story, I logged back in on Masto with the guess I'd have two or fewer messages

I had

two messages ^_^

prediction capabilities intact

responses delivered per decorum, a toot or two made, and a deep, abiding pain about the absolute shitflinging

it's my own fault: I used this place to get away from the world being shitty

but this place is full of mostly humans too

so it wasn't gonna work

(no replies please; the idea humanity is worth not giving up on just seems hilarious right now)

what is a human being but a miserable giant pile of hypocrisies

anyway, don't mind me -- and please know my Wire and my email are current if you actually need to get in touch

IHOP: International [REDACTED] of [REDACTED]


nope, joke doesn't work without those

ah well: they're legally mandated

sorry about that <3 ^_^

I feel really naive for not realizing sooner that you can't give a generalized AI the ability to read and understand code without doing so in a virtual machine they can kill if it's malicious

like, imagine if your AI reads code, running it step by step, not knowing what it is; the injection vulnerabilities would be endless and potentially catastrophic

the AI would need an ant farm, so to speak, to 'run' things in, hardware it can watch and control but cannot receive anything from

I think

working on a new concept of org structure intended for

* startups who aim for slow biomimetic organic growth

* open source group projects who want to try to safeguard against down-the-road ego problems

* any group worried about infiltration of bad faith actors

* "open research" projects, an idea that's still baking, but would use this

while I still believe absolute privacy is a right for *individuals*, it's now clear that *groups* and *orgs* consistently abuse it

no privacy for orgs, sorry

*loads Mastodon*

I'll use it until the P word shows up or I feel like going off again, whichever comes first.

*P word shows up immediately in a petty, punitive context literally about people not wanting to hear it*

well, that was short, at least

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no sleep, no problem

not like it's going wreck my workday tomorrow

I hate being at best a resource of humanity but I am so



why can't I just be anything* else at all

* except for things I am horrified by

consider looking at your own behavior and trying to apply consistency to your own actions before you ask others to do the same

otherwise you end up like so many people, screaming that you want others to X, while you yourself X but for Very Good Reasons that aren't good at all, but you've never examined the invalidity of (or even worked *really hard* to ignore taking inventory of)

it's not how you wanna be, trust me

We Are Updating Our Occult Privacy Policy

At some point in the last few years, we have:

) Viewed you through a scrying pool and/or mirror
) Crafted a double of you from blood and willpower and used it to manipulate your moods and actions and/or
) Sunk into a dark liquid pool, then rose again to the surface but the surface was your eyes, through which we saw all you saw, thought as you thought, as intimate as breath.

Due to new legislation, now we have to ask:
Can we keep doing all that?

Outside your open window, the clouds that have been looming all day darken as the sun goes down. The trees shake in sudden, uneven gusts of wind, and the leaves rustle as though it were autumn. The birds go silent, the squirrels stop moving.

Behind you, a floorboard creaks. Then another, closer. You can't bear to turn around.

By your ear, a barely-whispered voice creaks out words you can barely understand but dread nonetheless.

"We've updated our privacy policy."