SHamblingSHapes

"Blackened"? Like how it's served in a good number of restaurants?

That's too much cool for a buddy cop movie. You need a prime and a sidekick, a The Rock and a Kevin Hart.

A movie with Rihanna and Nyong'o would just be two impossibly beautiful people being perfect.

They already do have AI therapy assistants. CBT type therapy is particularly easy to turn into an app. There are half a dozen in the Google Play store now. They're a nice reminder at times, but no substitute for human conversation.

Once we do have AIs capable of conversation indistinguishable from real human, then therapy is not the only job that will be disrupted. Therapy will be no more or less safe a career path than so many other things.

Second, humans will still need to program, train, and monitor the therapy AIs. The obvious candidates to fill the role at first are experienced therapists with a bit of tech savvy. Until they optimize to the point where the job can be done by warm bodies paid minimum wage, probably "contractors" so liability can be compartmentalized. Then we're back to the point above where everyone in any career is fucked anyway, might as well do what you're good at and what you enjoy for a decade or two.

Yee, I drink it because I like the taste and the routine of making it. I drink more coffee than I do tea, but tea still has it's place.

A stylized topographic map and some rainmeter visualizers.

I find YouTube is less attractive than a year ago. Ads are more invasive and more difficult to remove. Recommendations skew heavily to the rage-inducing, e.g., I watched one late night comedy sketch making fun of Jordan Peterson and then my feed was full of clips of him spewing his hot trash for weeks.

I gave up on reddit earlier in the year when all the API / sub blackout / forced mod removal stuff was going on.

Freemium apps seem to be pushing ads more and more, which makes me more resistant to using them.

If what I read online is true, the days of investors throwing money at anything tech related are slowing down. Which means some companies that have never had to be profitable before now must find a way to do so. Which means tightening up subscriptions and/or more ads.

1. You want them to see your work

2. You want them to be proud of you for that work

3. You don't want them to know it was you who wrote the work

Do I have that right?

1. is in your control. You can share your work with them.

2. this is not in your control. It is totally normal to want your family to be proud of you. Unfortunately, we can't guarantee someone else's emotions and responses.

3. also in your control, but conflicts with 2 and makes 1 more difficult

I hope this "shadow work" involves some therapeutic resources. You have some strong and conflicting thoughts and emotions going in here.

Find ways to rely less on motivation. Shift to discipline and habits or patterns.

I don't feel like going to the gym 9 times out of 10. I go because it's on my calendar and it's what I do Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

I don't want to practice the language I'm learning most days. I do it because I have phone reminders to practice at the same time every day right after breakfast.

If I get to the point of dreading the thing, I reevaluate why I'm doing it to begin with and whether I really want to continue. I've worked really hard on being able to drop things that don't "spark joy", to borrow from Kondo, without feeling guilty for quitting.

You mean Max Steel?

Edit: ty for the upvotes, kind strangers. This was the lowest rated film I could find that looked like something I would watch if I were high enough.

The only thing that kept me from trying to claw it out of my head was the fear of the roach tunneling harder as it died. Oof, not sure I would be able to pour alcohol in, worrying death would be any less than instantaneous. And I hope I never have to figure it out.

"The fifth" is American. They have the same or similar concept in other countries, they just have different names for it than "the fifth amendment".

Plead "the fifth" in NZ and they'll tell you that you watch too much American television.

I'm sorry, I'm going to one up you. Look away now if squeamish.

I woke up with one climbing into my ear. I ran to the bathroom, bashing into furniture and walls because feeling it wriggle around in my ear threw my sense of balance off so badly. And also, you know, panic. I jumped into the bathtub fully clothed, dropped to hands and knees to put my head under the faucet, and turned the water on full force to flush it out.

This was during college years, during a gap between semesters and I didn't have an apartment. I was couch surfing at a friends. After that night, I left and lived in my car for a couple of days instead. There was no way I would be able to fall asleep again in that place.