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Cake day: July 25th, 2024

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  • <To the tune of “House of the Rising Sun”, by the Animals. A poem for your sprog.>

    There is… A bot… With GPT…

    THEY CALL a “rising sun”…

    AND IT’S BEEN… The ruin… Of many a project…

    And god… I know… Mine’s one.

    MY MOTHER WAS a coder…

    She used three Emacs themes… (“It’s for my workflow, son”)

    But my father liked that AI gen…

    When he made all his memes.

    Now the only things a vibe coder needs…

    Are an ENTER KEY and a thumb…

    And the ONLY time he is satisfied…

    Is when his code’s a dump.

    I’ve got one eye on the chatlog…

    The other eye on my commits…

    I’m going back to spaghetti code,

    So you can’t tell where it’s shit.

    So momma, tell your children…

    NOT TO DO… What I… Have done…

    Spending your life in sin and misery,

    Praying to the 0 and 1.


  • As someone who was raised in a rather racist in-group, I can say that it took a really long time to purposefilly unlearn the automatic gut responses my father ingrained into me. I would, for several years, think or say something without considering it, and immediately realize what I had just said. Actions and attitudes are often automatic, especially when taught for a long time. I can certainly see where the uncle’s coming from, because I’d imagine that the only reason I’ve been able to mostly get through it is because I got away from that situation when I went to college, rather than later in life.