I have a hard time equating “the LLM did what we told it” with “hacking.” But hey, let’s throw “escaped containment” in just to make it Serious™.

Always my goal.

The fact that “agrees to” was even part of the process tells you pretty much the whole thing.

Perhaps you can explain the connection between this AP story and the unrelated drug bust in Colorado as the link.

The TV bit is as flaccid as one expects from local news. Just standard “today’s reason to be afraid” fare … like, if you’re going to bring up the multiple moving violations that led to the drug dog, maybe list them.

Cats excel at this. I’m not sure I could pull it off at work.

Where I have to go …

Because a cat adopted me. Again.

Many, many moons ago (but firmly in this century), Fred Meyer regularly had coupons in their circular on Banquet pot pies, three for $1, limit 6. Six pot pies, $2.

Now, each of these pot pies had, on the packaging, a coupon for a free game of bowling. Usual restrictions applied; shoe rental not included and limit two free games per person. Neither my girlfriend nor I had been bowling in years, and shoe rentals were like $1.50, so this seemed like a great way to go out on occasion while she enjoyed cheap pot pies at home (I have never been a fan of pot pies; closest you’ll get me is a quiche).

We went out, drank some beers and had a fucking cheap afternoon of entertainment. There was no way either of us had the stamina for more than two pathetic games of hurling a heavy sphere, so we called it good.

In time, this turned into a weekly thing, and it happened there was a closer alley that took the coupons as well. Well, one thing (and a birthday) led to another, and soon enough, I had my own ball and shoes, and we were looking at signing up for a league for fall. But we didn’t have a team of four.

That summer at the apartment complex was fun. I had one of those full-size Weber grills, and after grilling a couple of times in our “front yard,” we decided the courtyard made more sense. There were nine total units, and we knew most of the neighbours, at least in passing. Grilling caught their attention, and a few days in, another couple brings out a cooler and joins us, which turned into me lighting some coals every evening and people bringing out whatever they wanted to throw on.

So, we’re waiting on burgers and a tri-tip one evening when we mention the bowling thing. Turns out, they were also lapsed bowlers, so they asked if we could all still sign up. And we did have a couple of weeks, so that September, we started league. It was apparent from the standing from the outset that we were playing against (is it really “against” if you cheer for the team you’re playing?) far better bowlers than we were.

Lots of gutter balls, lots of bad jokes, lots of beer. And over the course of the season, we played each other team twice. By the second go, we knew which ones we’d had fun with and which ones thought their scores needed to be on a TPS cover sheet. And there may have been a bit of gossip between teams.

Show me where, in 2026, such a course of events can happen. This was only 20 years ago. I think league dues were $16 a week for each of us, and bowling league meant we could both bowl three games on Sunday mornings for $3.75, plus, there were cash prizes at the end of league.

In terms of dollars per hour of entertainment and expansion of weak ties, it was an excellent value.

UND KEINE EIER!

That is suspiciously close to “Nowhere” spelled backward.

What a worthless hed. That most likely happens daily, especially in summer. If all it has to be is outside of a singular federal building in New York, that’s a lot of geography it applies to, and a lot of camping sites.

Someday, someone will explain to me how the need for more consumers squares with killing them.

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Oh, someone’s getting hosed.

I’ve never had this happen, though I suppose seeing the One Who Got Away have it happen could be fun.

The world is in no further need of Kimmel sketches, so I wish he would.

This is politics, given that the source is Occupy Democrats. Please repost this there if you feel so inclined.

I didn’t realize the Japanese had pancake game.

Is there any other kind of pancake buffet? There isn’t really anything I prefer lukewarm and soggy.

As analysis, this belongs in Politics. Feel free to repost there.

I’m removing this, as it’s analysis better suited for finance. Please feel free to repost there.

Though The Intercept is a nonprofit, the personal-use provision prohibits reposting stories (as has been done here) online. In the future, if you want to excerpt a piece, or provide a summary (no LLMs, for the love of god), that’s fine, but whole articles are not something we do here for legal reasons. It’s irrelevant to the liability of Beehaw what your take on copyright is.

As for CW’s, if you want to be that verbose, mark the post NSFW and then list them at the top of the body.

Ultimately, none of that saves the placement of an opinion piece in U.S. News. Stories that have a political slant belong in politics, as mentioned in the sidebar.

If you’d like to repost in Politics, I’m sure it will be welcome there.