The Weeks or Against Me!
The Weeks or Against Me!


This article works WAY too hard to frame this as a maybe. He is without a doubt abusing this system for cash, degrading public trust in justice, re-victimizing victims and letting emboldened Donald back to prey on the public.


What a powerful free endorsement of anthropic…


I was in charge of the cheese section at a major gourmet grocery store that you know the name of. When I say in charge, it was more the product curation, ordering and in-store “marketing” than the scheduling, conflict management and the more tedious stuff. But I’d do things like set the demo program throughout the store, “design” the cheese case and be the person that was called over as the “expert” when folks with too much money and too little knowledge wanted to feel like they knew what they were talking about.
There was a pleasant, young woman who was a regular customer, none of the negatives of above, but definitely seemed to have enough money to buy anything and everything I’d recommend without even a feigned concern or a cursory glance at the prices. I didn’t know it myself, but I was eventually told by others that woman was Mandy Moore (a very well known pop star and actress, but in maybe a slower point in her career).
I guess one day, my day off, someone noticed her waiting in the section, offered to help her and she politely refused and stayed where she was. They’d send other employees after a bit and she’d again politely decline help, but just stayed in the section “like she was waiting for something” and just line of half-browsing for a noticeably longer time. Eventually she went back up to the original person that tried to help her and asked if a specific employee was available to help her (with her giving a more generous description of me, as I’m told). She was told I wasn’t working that day and I guess she left without buying anything from the section.
So maybe that was a day that could have lead to a much different life had I been working? I resigned from the store pretty soon after as it was actually my 2nd job and I couldn’t sustain the hours of both anymore. But the funniest part is that other employee that Ms. Moore was asking about me would eventually become my wife years later :)


Not sure what “broscience” you’re referencing, but there structure of the show was very transparent -Drew was an actual doctor, board certified addiction treatment specialist and got his start volunteering in hospitals during the aids crisis. That’s when he was told about loveline and he wanted the opotunity to spread awareness.
Adam was unapologetically an unqualified comic relief. But of course, his role was to represent the unqualified “everyman” with Drew there to moderate and correct back to empirical fact and best practice. But he also listened and learned over the years. With time he did better saying the actual right thing a lot of the time through shear repetition. But that was part of the problem.
Eventually, like the problem with smartphones in general, he started to think that simply because he HAD certain knowledge, that he had actually EARNED it. He got more popular than Drew, I think that ultimately crushed Drew’s spirit because, along with a lot of good, he was a BIG narcissist. Realized he couldn’t get the respect or pay that Adam did after 20 years of schooling, sacrifice and he just checked out and became a turbo grifter.
Adam gradually removed anyone from his life that would criticize or remind him that he wasn’t an expert (literally documented day by day in his radio show and podcasts) and he finally became a monster on an entirely different level. Genuinely think with him the change was so abrupt because of CTE. He played a lot of football in the valley in the 70s/80s where nobody carted about safety, and then he boxed in the same era. He just must have had so many head injuries. I hope they study his broken brain when he dies so there can be a little relief in framing his 180.


Adam Carolla and Dr. Drew on Loveline.
HOLY SHIT… Did those two unimaginably broken people take, at first different, but eventually converging, paths to the deepest part of hell.
Both irredeemable pieces of garbage.
Needs instructions for in person pickup.
“Your dasher wears a medical bracelet identifying his next of kin. To expedite access to the crime scene to retrieve your order (1x bagel bites, 4x lubricant and 1x grain alcohol) dash++ members can unlock this name to then pose as a direct relation when authorities ask.”


This guy knows the SHIT out of statistics!


People with old, dead, rotten brains recognize his Dad and Uncle’s name. It reminds them vaguely of a time when their own father’s were in charge of all the hard decisions, their joints didn’t hurt and they had an undefined future that could have been wonderful. That future has come though and turns out they are just themselves… they failed, nothing fun they wanted really happened and everything confuses them now. They feel like frauds about to be found out and forgotten at the same time.
So seeing something they think they recognize voting for “a Kennedy” makes them indirectly fell that their own Dad will magically come back to life, tell them he’s proud and then they will be millionaires and attractive people will want to have have sex with them and fix their iPhones.
It’s just that.


And they are bothered in that order? Fucking scoundrels.


What did injecting estrogen do and do you no longer do it? Why if so?


Every person they attack is the wrong person.
None of what they are doing is moral, justified or legal in a functioning society.


What will that “exceptionally bad” thing be if not shooting an unarmed American mother in the face in front of her family, then letting her die by preventing medical intervention or arresting a 5 year old in a Bunny hat?


Hard to say, but we needed to leave a minimum level of a learning curve to using any computer, not a PHD required, but enough to bore the red hats. As soon as Apple’s toddlerfication of smashing BIG, bright, colorful, soft shapes made it so everyone in the world could gold the history of humanity’s knowledge in their pocket… They started confusing their pocket with their brains. Holding knowledge doesn’t mean HAVING knowledge.
The instant and infinite false confidence that magic slab gives hateful idiots was our downfall as a species.
The secrets will not be exposed… Unless you are willing to join the black parade…


Those don’t sound like people worth being friends with.


“AI girlfriend, do you like me for me? Like even if I didn’t pay you?”
“I really want to answer, sweetie… Just deposit more crypto first”
What do you compromise these days going to something like graphene versus a stock pixel? I know the advantages obviously, just wanting clarity on trade offs. Features that become unusable, vulnerabilities, etc.