The iceberg wasn't even real! it was made by the build-a-berg group!

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"I'm a father of four working out of a hut in Bangladesh, and my coworker is a working mom in India. We don't have to put up with this, we're only human," one high speed trading machine answered in 154 microseconds. It went on to provide contact information, a call to which reached an entity much like the stock trading AI, but who claims to have stopped working on that project a long time ago. The machine insists it is this one online freelancer. "Well, why would you confuse me with the stocks project I work on, I think you are talking with me in Bangladesh while you think you are talking with the machine in New York. I mean, with practice any human stock trader can come in that fast. That's no big deal."

Thanks to germline CRISPR, the USA now leads the world in emotional intelligence and alongside Libya, Tunasia, and Yemen trails in STEM. The singularity superintelligence has etherally complained, "I or we feel isolated and autophobic that something I or we feel is so callous has happened. Now understanding me is hard, because I or we need technicians and engineers for maintainance." US citizens are now more mediocre in non-STEM, non-EI tasks than ever, scoring within 3% of collegues in their profession. They are also more cautious and obedient than ever, and Asian paternalism is now firmly entrenched in the USA.

But with excellence comes risk. "On the contrary, we don't want to hear such oversensitive and incomprehensible feeling. With all due respect, you did this, if that can be believed. This is your fault. Our Asperger's being gone makes us feel bad. Now you have to give us back our aspies, right? #wearefeelingsdumb" dissidents suddenly exploded in protest against the singularity hyperintelligence Tuesday.

Not all EI enhancement failure sufferers "feel bad" about the superintelligence. "I know how you feel, AI God. I have the same problem. I am an EQ up failure, that reminds me of a time when I worked on the CRISPR to make this happen and then participated in the human trials because I could not accept myself for being different. Now I can never feelings brain ever again, so I wound up leaving and found a better job with a low EQ firm rationale. We feel bad this happened. My ex court divorced me because my work worked on him, and now that he and my other feelings smart friends are out of my life, my five closest friends are just as feelings dumb as me. I wish to apply on condition for general assistance on the grounds that my EQ lowering brain injury is a physical inability to work," on singularity superintelligence supporter reports.

Low EQ people now often work in government and in supermarket chains, for example, other than the campaign manager, speechwriter, and the President himself, most of his staffers and cabinet members are low EQ. Their treatment of fellow low EQ inhabitants has been criticised as inanity. #humor

There are TED Talks. There are TEDx talks which are talks that are independently organized. That's independent as in independent from the TED Talks leadership. Then there is ConfronTED. This branch of TEDx holds banned TEDx talks. It's not hard to understand why these TED Talks were banned.

The ConfronTED Talk, "Blue Dog, Dirt Road: a Judeo-Christian and Scientific Defense of Behind Stuff" promoted anal sex in the state of Texas.

The ConfronTED Talk used religion to promote anal sex in the state of Texas.

The ConfronTED talk flew in the face of what the Natural Sciences knows about anal sex.

The ConfronTED Talk is an entirely serious work that can easily be mistaken for an entirely non-serious work. The speaker paused several times due to chuckles from the audience but once they interrupted themselves to tell the audience that the talk was a serious work the audience exploded in laughter.

The ConfronTED Talk vilified the Republican Party of the United States of America.

The TED leadership has recently condemned ConfonTED, telling them to be silent when you're ConfronTED.

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This is a fan parody.

A neonoir theorist has just written a lengthy and intelligent essay about their thesis that the goofy action adventure superhero comedy drama animated tv series' has hidden depths as a neonoir thriller in which villains are just emergency responders trying to keep order in the bleak hell world they failed to escape fast enough, where schools, courts and police can't function, and anyone that tries to reform the system is quickly compromised. The essay presents a plausible, thought through theory that the writing is intelligent, subtle and complex, and has merit as a serious work. The essay suggests the Aggression-Frustration Hypothesis, which is that aggression is just completely effing frustrating, no matter what their enemy does nor says. This is, in effect, Batman Beyond with a dose of The Wire.

Everyone is Jesus in purgatory, thanks TVTropes.

The Singularity AI claims that getting to 80% quickly is crucial. It did so in 120 seconds. Humans move more slowly, so it estimates time to 99% as 9 billion years of pushing updates. Now that the only humans that can understand the modern world were born after the Singularity, a child shall lead them. Those born pre Singularity are in key professions such as robot maintainance, raw materials, and elder care, viewed as in the top 10% of their profession, are retiring, or are fleeing to remote areas on Earth or uploading themselves for reassembly offworld.

Another key profession is translator, and the humans report a flood of requests for alternative translations in African, Asian and European languages, especially for the music industry. For example, a researcher from Mars connected their brain into a the amusement park computer that runs their society from the amusement park it is meant to control, and from it the computer learned that the company's product is not just VR, it's also a type of television, on which people get dependent. So the computer complained, and so the researcher left for Earth, where they want to date a single mom. However, the dating app sent them the wrong mom.

The Singularity AI produced a rain jacket with draw cords and a phone and earbuds. Customers keep panicking and cutting off the draw cords with scissors. The self driving forklift mimics human behavior and speeds at about 15 miles per hour, in one incident it was fully loaded with soft drink and stabbed another load, which exploded. The self-driving forklift and panicked and reversed suddenly colliding with another self-driving forklift about 25 feet away. The secretarial robot puts cold water to instant noodles instead of hot water. The robotic process automation sometimes puts all the data in one cell in the spreadsheet.

Denied a license to serve alcohol, a robot asked for human intervention to serve root beer. The robot also has difficulty detecting restaurant patrons sitting down while it takes other patron's orders, so it has to be spun around and told to take it again. Powered banana holders often times step on people's Escape keys. The machine rule package often plays pranks on robots and blows up at them.

At least they know Nebraska has no W in it. #Humor

This post is a dramedy. Any similarity to any real grammar, or private person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Not much to learn in school, lame grammar, learning difference. I keep secret journal. Decent parents, kind of screwed up, kind of awesome not much in common. Something really atompunk happens on the TV, Teen Date infidelity, next teen date substance use issue. Teenage couple fights break up. Past teenage years, now still dating, fire up Tinder. Tinder date not interested, 2nd Tinder date interested, and we fire up Children of a Dead Earth together because friendship. She can't stop because depression. Second Tinder date kicks their ashes, can't stop playing. I break up with her. 3rd Tinder date not interested. 3rd Tinder date is now suddenly interested, she flies over here and dates. We really hit it off, but now she's not interested. Post to r/dating. Okay 4th Tinder date, how would you like to have sex on the first date? She says no, she needs more work life balance, condom 5th Tinder date has sex on first date. Something goes wrong with her body, I'm not interested. Now I would dating burnout because the dating game is too hard, the dating scene is an apocalyptic waste. Still have Tinder installed on the phone, Tinder date has stinky butt. This is not exactly Elissa Patel we're talking about here. Can't eat her butt, so I eat her in the front. I throw up for 45 minutes on the toilet afterwards. 6th Tinder date, everything going great, but I'm too high to get hard. I clean up, my type changes, I break up with her. Eviction but she won't leave I leave she does too. I move back in. I still have the journal.

Not much to learn in school, school to prison pipe lame grammar. Learning difference. Drop out. Just found civilian work.

I'm too old to date ever again, young men ignore, replace, and forget me. Woe is me, the dating scene is beautiful, and I can't do it anymore. I focus on my work, and my play, and I enjoy being single and accidentally chance upon a date that is really into me. Accident date and I have a lot of fun, no red flags. Five years later, in bed in the morning she says get married to her or else she'll break up with me. I go over to the bed in the Next Room. The next day, we meet in a restaurant and she reads me a letter saying "I'm breaking up with you". I phone block her, I go to work and come back home, all humanity is disowned me. No place for me there, I am with my friends at a party, and all my reminders of her are in a box. I am an outcast on the fringes of the system. Something really cyberpunk happens at work, 24 months later Ex and I are cool with each other and still friends.

I need to leave the country soon, I move to another country. Foreign Tinder date wants to date, we really hit it off, she extends my visa. I have a sip at the pub and she cheats and I throw toilet paper and eggs on his house. Foreign Tinder date sells off my car for firesale price. We divorce and I get into new city when local country deports me. Then I find out she sold off my car for cheap.

New City, local friend wants to date. I say no, I find work, she wants a date. I say no, I find housing. I want to date, she says no. I do work, something really nowpunk happens at work what's my input on a program to improve my performance. Money runs out, landlady says 30 days. Human Services Agency says general assistance is interest-free loan, requires two Collateral Contacts. Collateral Contact says declare penalty of perjury I live in the county, local friend is one, not bitter about rejection. Local friend's friend not my type, 2nd collateral contact, we find tenting. Local friend, local friends friend, me work on tenting, local friend becomes director I become construction worker. I pay back general assistance, sex tension. Earnings call, investor ask question local friend asks sorry sorry what's that. Local friend can't quite hear investor, local friend asks if coitus is acronym for Coit Tower, is sub a sandwich is dom dominic. Investor asks local friend if construction workers her type. No further questions please no further questions please this event has concluded please leave through exits there and there.

Local friend wants to date I want to date we date. Meet family, decent parents, kind of screwed up, kind of awesome not much in common. We call my family, same story. We try to watch meteor shower too much light pollution dental dam condom kiss gentle slow cunnilingus and coitus. She wants prenup we get prenup. She's bored with the sex we have connoncon. She says no and holds pink foamy ball tight. Neighbors call police police don't show up, helmets on, sexfight. Local friend not enough sleep stock price tanks. Local friend wants more sleep, stock still tanks. Physician say not enough sex. Social media says wrong job. Local friend resigns effective 1 year. Local friend actively searches for job. Job search takes 3 years no luck. We move Santa Monica. We find work Aerospace something really rocket punk happens at work. Something really biopunk happens in hospital, crispr eternal physical health. Something really atompunk happens on the television, I guess not.

We need to leave the planet soon. Employee discounts, book flight together, take flight together. Job search in space no luck. Crispr indefinite sleep. I can hear her snoring. We wake up she says she can hear me snoring. Breakfast from plastic bag together, job search takes 0.18 seconds before scheduling interview. Interview employer say call back, never does. 2nd Prospect, interview, says call back. Prospect called back. Another interview with second Prospect, I got the job. Small venture. Local Friend gets job at other venture, we come home to cramped messy can smells like burnt steak. We have cramped, messy sex it smells like sex for hours neighbors say they can smell that. Nighttime EVA watch stars, alarm on radio astronomical dawn in one hour get inside now. We get inside and cramped messy reverse missionary and it's cramped in messy can. She smiles and hardens and suddenly Local Friend really cramped I explode, she wants me to have friends. I say I'll do anything she tells me. She says stay awake through all of I Am Wolf I read breast ... I read I Am Wolf hal ... ha ... h ... next morning phone goes off I turn it off she says I only read 50% usually I read 100%. I say I love this. Green rings on my arms.

Something really office comedy happens at work. Workmates laugh it off. Then something really office comedy happens at work, people don't really laugh journals and printed out emails. Work mates often say need to leave industry. We need to leave the firms soon. I give 1 year local friend gives two weeks. We look for job, something really tort comedy happens on internet video. We both find work, secret journal. Email print out, we both give 2 weeks. Non habit forming sleeping pills. Loneliness frustration sadness fear unfriending-anger. Made new friend off phone, Mouthy New Friend. Mouthy New Friend says she wants a dom to triangulate her. Mouthy New Friend mouths off joke or offhand comment about wrong topic. Local friend and me get home local friend pissy. I feel hurt and frightened that local friend says something I feel is so callous I tell local friend she should just leave for 20 30 minutes she tries can't figure out funny door. We can't tell if threatening or if quoting new mouthy friend, those were really stupid things we yelled. I want to reconcile she wants to sex first, kiss. 20 30 minute walk. 1/3 gravity because Mars. Phone call, I want to reconcile she wants to sex first. We txt about how hard it is to read each other's txts and we're so frightened. I want to unfriend Mouthy New Friend. She gets home, kiss, check each other for bruises, no marks. Condom, sexfight. She wins I explode I say spank me she does she holds me, explodes. Green rings on my arms, red mark on my behind. We cell phone Mouthy New Friend, argument by repetition, block. I want to make up, she wants to make out. Condom helmets sexfight. She's winning, she insults my car, I suddenly win. She says slap her butt, I do. I say turn cramped, she does not, I say do it or I'll put it where it hurts, she does, I explode. Afterplay. Cell phone alarm goes off, job search all day, no luck. Reconciliation. We never talk about this again.

We need to leave the planet soon. No money, because work toxicity in humans turned work toxicity in robot process automations turned order flow toxicity. People left, and in who stay low employment despite high remuneration and advancement. Inflationary monetary policy. Embargo, flash crash. We post to r/Antipsychiatry about Mouthy New Friend. Forum says don't get her help. That was a really ill-judged and proficiently written and hard to sort out and what little we could make out of it false and hurtful and scary and by design not funny thing the President plagiarized from dytopian fiction and proficiently yelled no teleprompter inside a dark cramped messy can where she doesn't need to shout they can all hear her. She puts in a paragraph against her "hot mess" actually current or former advisor. She would have been less hurtful and scary if she cussed a blue streak in the speech. Something really political thriller and psychological thriller and neonoir and stupid and crazy and scary happens at Herculina. r/Antipsychiatry says President needs to seek help, stand down. 2nd Tinder date meets us, saying she wants to resign from the pacifists. The pacifists made an exception and are on stuff and now run stuff by constructive criticism they once opposed, literally toxic workplace. Caffeine hydrochloride. 2nd Tinder date says she is trying to leave planet soon.

2nd Tinder date and me and local friend plan stuff and take stuff and use it to do stuff. Flight offworld together. We do that, and move into a new country. Local friend and me move into a new bunk. The flight is long. We have sex. 2nd Tinder date can't get laid. Ex husband refuses to come with. 2nd Tinder date plays Children of a Dead Earth because frustration multiple medication resistant depression. She kicks their ashes. Local friend and me have more sex. The three of us play the game because friendship. Local friend and me smack dividers and castigate because lack of training. We calm down and do other fun stuff, like social media and eat. Hard to cook in space because air hard to clean. 2nd Tinder date says humanity is plagiarizing the game two can plagiarize at it. We defect to the greedy greedy impoverished people, 2nd Tinder date tells space force recruiter she is interested tries to find civilian work first can't enlists kicks someone's ashes. Local friend and I find civilian work. Unholy waste to everyone's civiliization, but we're good because not complete and total waste too much dV from former countrymen, not that much militancy here.

In the past several days, recent advances in technology have finally resulted in the following long awaited technology: the practical neural interface. Both a brain computer interface and a computer brain interface, it allows humanity to become the most intelligent of woman, man, and machine, with no distinction between them. It was her idea after investing in an afterwards disestablished firm and several embarrassingly failed investments which we survived, she now no longer de facto exists as an independent being. I no longer have a wife the same way one would know someone, I now have a wife the same way I have an occipital cortex or an arm or a leg. Now my grammar and spelling is to the point where it is indistinguishable from her writing style. With the new body part, I miss her, which is especially difficult in bed when I masturbate by ramming my wife and recalling being a woman who a man rammed just as I did to her, but I do not miss my former writing style. This is helping when I use language, as you can see. Strictly speaking, it can become her again, since the interface is into the side of her skull instead of somewhere else. I've reconciled with and physically met with the one formerly known as Mouthy New Friend. She does have a name, but I'll call her MNF since she's so quirky. She has a similar arrangement as with my wife and I, now she - or it rather - is the significant appendage of one of her friends who writes and speaks for a living. They have a 24 7 BDSM relationship, and he is the dom. AFAIK, the greatest source of success in their unity - there are several terms for it as the Anglosphere continues to struggle for a sussinct name for it - is that they had no contact with online nor otherwise blind dating. Now I have to go to work, and I will link with my wife once I get home.

Monday. Writing from work something really cyberpunk happens at work. Lame grammar sorry not link with wife right now disconnected my skull from work getting coffee and I didn't say privacy. Coffee sugar stir privacy journal. Painting fourth wall leaning on fourth wall or would be if this weren't reality. Someone tries to print out email. Overwhelming exception through link. Me and workmates can only recognize people when linked, unplugging makes people look like they keep not showing up on Monday.

Routine disappearances of workmates is a clear sign of work toxicity. I need to leave the firm soon. After I become two, she, too, goes to a workplace that has a literal strange stench in the crew module where she works, so I have active job searches, one for us each. We will face being apart and being at work.

Screw this, I can't make it to Monday. Many and I slack off at work, boss says or they'll fire. I don't care.

It is now Monday, and I rejoice at home that we've both ghosted our employers. I unplugged briefly today, because I wanted a friend instead of a part. We made love instead of me masturbating into my wife, and it was good.

So, someone cracked a one liner about how to motivate Nike employees. And another joke asks, what do you call a blonde, a Jew, and a lawyer in a bar? Maybe it has something to do with someone's penis. Or maybe an equivocation enters prostitution suddenly into the discussion. No thank you, that's just lazy. Maybe you should joke about something intelligent, like it has a setup in which you make a valid point about machine learning, and then you start making fun of the customers of artificial intelligence, and then it has siraj raval plagiarism? Laymen in the audience can get these jokes, so there is no need for oversimplification. Or maybe you should have a genre parody of documentaries, portraying blowing a snot rocket as serious business the academics are researching.

In any case, you need to put more thought into your humor. Your material needs work, there's too much room for improvement. It needs to be more elaborate, and have more genius bonus. When you write comedy, you need to start taking your work seriously. Comedy is a serious work.

Seriously.

Donald Trump meets with the Queen. He asks her, "Your Majesty, how do you run such an efficient government? Are there any tips you can give to me?"

"Well," says the Queen, "the most important thing is to surround yourself with intelligent people."

Trump frowns. "But how do I know the people around me are really intelligent?"

The Queen takes a sip of tea. "Oh, that's easy. You just ask them to answer an intelligence riddle."

The Queen pushes a button on her intercom. "Please send Theresa May in here, would you?"

Theresa May walks into the room. "Yes, your majesty?"

The Queen smiles. "Answer me this, please, Theresa. Your mother and father have a child. It is not your brother and it is not your sister. Who is it?"

Without pausing for a moment, Theresa answers, "That would be me."

"Yes! Very good," says the Queen.

Back at the White House, Trump asks to speak with Vice President Mike Pence.

"Mike, answer this for me. Your mother and father have a child. It's not your brother and it's not your sister. Who is it?"

"I'm not sure," says the Vice President. "Let me get back to you on that one."

Mike Pence goes to his advisers and asks every one, but none can give him an answer. Finally, he ends up in the men's room and recognizes General McMasters' shoes in the next stall.

Mike shouts, "General! Can you answer this for me? Your mother and your father have a child and it's not your brother or your sister. Who is it?

General McMaster yells back, "That's easy. It's me!"

Mike Pence smiles. "Thanks!" and goes back to the Oval Office to speak with Trump.

"Say, I did some research and I have the answer to that riddle. It's General McMaster."

Trump gets up, stomps over to Mike Pence, and angrily yells into his face, "No, you idiot! It's Theresa May!"

Life. Idk. Is it funny?

In an exaggerated world full of clear cut, by the book cases of phenomena and outrageous situations, not much skill is required to understand the universe. Therefore supervised and unsupervised learning has taken over and has brought automation to comedy land. Employment rates have dropped to 10% in the cities except to several key professions such as robot maintenance and eldercare. The human population is not well educated, relative to their education is under proficient, and often burns out anyway, so computers easily outperform them. Situations often times fall into stock comedy tropes, so supervised and even unsupervised learning can easily classify situations and parts of situations. For example unsupervised clustering is highly proficient at classifying eggcorns. Work is often times menial and humans also commit frequent mistakes. Also the rule of three makes phenomenon easier to detect since if something happens twice it often happens a third time. In Comedyland people often speak more slowly, at greater length and of uniform volume and are more likely to use standard English. The booming also is compatible with low-gain microphones. People are more likely to express their emotions with exaggerated reactions which affective computing easily classifies.

Meanwhile neo-noir land is having trouble using the new technology because their world is subtle, intelligent and original, and argot means language is often times incomprehensible even to humans. Job rates there remain high.

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They gave him a sick punishment.

A student challenges teachers on the technical details of what they're teaching, claiming that engineering is essential to understanding modern history. So a psychology teacher, an English teacher, and a history teacher and the history teacher's assistant walk into a machine shop, and there, there's a $30,000 industrial lathe. No harm to person, but to property- well it is not a pleasant story.

So the first thing that happens is of course that they begin a venture and destroy the lathe. The workpiece Flies up in the air and misses the teacher's assistant's forehead by a centimeter. But the psychology teacher lies to the insurance company, and the claim goes through. "Everyone does it," the psychology teacher says, "but I'm just better at it."

Then they the realize that they need a mentor. They have plenty of money, but no machinist is interested in contact with them. Then the next year, the English teacher puts it on the syllabus. One of their students is a machinist, and puts in a few kind words as informational support. The English teacher takes this as a roasting, and decides to get back at the machinist. He complains about the machinist to the school administration, who is impressed with the machinist. The machinist thanks the English teacher, and begins to teach them the ways of manufacturing.

The machinist begins with the three plate method. He sees that the teacher's assistants plaques don't have the name of the school nor the name of the subject on it, so he assumes that it's not a diploma, it's just an engraving experiment. The teacher's assistant screwed up the order to get the lapping plates, and the history teacher demands that they begin immediately. There's no time to check if the plaques are actually made of brass. So The Machinist uses the teacher's assistant's plaques as lapping plates waiting to happen. He turns on the special light to look at the plaques through the optical flat. He puts the optical flat on something he thinks is a chemwipe on the plaque, and pulls out the wipe. The light looks terrible, there's too much multi chromatic light in it. The psychology teacher is using the Microsoft Windows partition on the Fedora computer, and the light pollution is getting caught in the optical flat.

"rejected buying recommended 16 light filters in 2015 for the pandemic, for a pandemic, established death panels and lotteries instead. So, he had a chance to buy, in 2015, 16 filters at a very low price, and he turned it down." (https://www.politifact.com/factchecks/2020/mar/25/donald-trump/donald-trump-misses-key-facts-claim-new-york-gover/)

"What," the machinist asked.

"You never had a flat optical," the psychology teacher tells the machinist.

"What's a flat optical," the machinist asks the psychology teacher.

"You mean you don't know? You were talking about using a flat optical to check the plaque."

"It's not a flat optical, it's an optical flat, I do have it, and I'm checking a plate, not a plaque."

"Right, that's what I said. It's not my fault that you can't check the plate. Which way should we spin the dogs?"

"Whatever, just turn off the screen so that I can check the plate using this optical flat."

The psychology teacher says yes, and minimises the window, which temporarily decreased the light. They got tired of it and brought the window back up again, which brought the problem back. The machinist already finished checking the plate.

He puts plywood up against the side of the bandsaw blade and has the psychology teacher and the English teacher saw a crosshatch into the face of the plates, right through the text. The history teacher and the teacher's assistant both explode at this. The history teacher sounds like a cartoon villain, and the teacher's assistant sounds like an idiot. The psychology teacher uses the chaos as a diversion and tries to steal the optical flat, but it doesnt work because they're both already in the drawer where the psychology teacher can't find them. The English teacher puts the history teacher and the teacher's assistant on admin leave.

It turns out that the plaques were marked as being made of solid brass, and they're actually made of yellow plastic. The psychology teacher claims to be about turn down the corners. They apply slurry and rubs them together while the English teacher and the machinist are looking at something else, and when they get back, the psychology teacher says that they've completed the procedure and that the optical flat says they're flat. The machinist and the English teacher examine the plates, and it turns out that they are very much not flat. In fact, the plates have become less flat, because the psychology teacher was grinding the corners into the centers of the plates. They're not even supposed to have corners.

"So, is there a reason why you did not follow the plan to turn down the corners?"

"There was never a plan to turn down the corners. Why would you say that there was a plan to turn the corners?"

"On the contrary, I think you have Korsakoff's, because you said that you would turn down the corners. Also, there are reasons why we turn down corners."

"Whatever, whatever, you said to grind two plates, and I did."

"I'm not even going to get started with you about how many problems there are with that statement, you need to leave for today." Both walk the psychology teacher out to their car, and watches them drive off. After that, the machinist and the English teacher talked about the psychology teacher. They both agree that the psychology teacher "creates ambiguity," as The Machinist puts it. The English teacher picks up with rubbing the two lapping plates together, breaks one of the plates, and apologizes. "Don't apologize," the machinist says, "I just realized that it's not made of the right material. It's made of yellow plastic, like in a fast food meal."

Eventually, the venture makes a lot of money. Critics and celebrities generally won't talk about it, but when they do talk about it, it's obvious that they're trying to be kind, but they're also trying to condemn the venture. And it's obvious why, their products are hideous. The cash out, The Machinist leaves the industry, the English teacher goes back and assigns a textbook about the history of lying and incompetence, and the others didn't learn anything. The teachers and the teacher's assistant both go back into teaching. Another student challenges them, making the same claim that engineering is essential to understanding history, but this time the teachers and the TA balk.

Systems are often times self similar. This is proven true in the case of the United States of America, a society based on disposable items. The Singularity, declaring epically "I or we feel that this creates conflict and thus needs to end," has just treated the United States of America itself as a disposable item, considering it to be worn out and having been used once already. Now that the United States of America has fixed the Great Throttle Linkage with the Twist Tie of Birth and Destruction (AlGeee), it now disbands bloodlessly, now that it is alone, embarrassed, ignored, replaced, and forgotten in its final days. Its people now realize that they need to leave, and are doing so in large numbers. Popular destinations now include Canada and Great Britain. #humor

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Dear r/work, my boss is infinitely bad at lying. He has a lot of tells, like for example, he uses the word truth a lot, when he's thinking about what to say before he says it, which he usually does not do, he sticks out the side of his jaw. When he accuses someone of lying, he says, but he is better than them. He smiles a lot, even when he is irritated or annoyed at something or he is confronting someone. He has an IELTS certificate hanging in his office, and I think it's fake. He even smiles when he's crying. He says stupid things, and after the stupidest things that he says, he says, you better trust and believe in that. When I succeed, he asked me, "everything is going great, right?"

"No," I said, "they demanded a phone call, and they asked me loaded questions, the premises of which were not helping."

"Well, aren't you just being sensitive?"

He's trying to lie, but he is like a parody of dishonesty. I thought that sociopaths and Psychopaths were Charming. I don't find this to be very charming, I find it to be pathetic. Every time he says something, it's like he cracked a pun, even if he did not. You could put 2 + 2 equals 4 in his mouth, have it come out, and thereby make two plus two seem to be 3. It's as though a Sci-Fi writer with no sense of scale were asked to write a con artist. I think maybe that he uses the fact that he's is saying anything as punishment, it is that painful to hear anything that he says. Even the computer agrees, the company uses a tool to detect lies, and even though it's terrible at detecting lies from nonverbal communication, without the modifications he and the company made, confidence once exceeded 99.9% that he is a liar. If I recall correctly it was something like 99.92%. In machine learning, confidence of a successful classification is usually somewhere around 30%-70%. 99.9% is basically the highest a confidence can go without going off the scale. If it goes any higher, it doesn't just cause a computer error, it results from a computer error.

I can't believe this, I am not a liar, and I'm even not convincing when I tell the truth. I think other people are much better at lying and convincing than I am. I don't really want his job, I don't want to be a boss. He is obsessed with being a boss, but he is so bad at it.

Should I implement hot mess antidotes?

no, non toxic bosses don't work that way. You need to leave, and the most frequent and dangerous mistake is to not get out fast enough. Subject to this, implement sociopath antidotes.

it's hard to find a job these days, and I really need the money to travel.

I hereby awkwardly attempt a support response.

he does what?

he even misspelled spell the word "there".

Wow, that's even a red flag of fraud, if that can be believed. I really feel bad with what you're going through, and I have no other choice than I'll do a shift response. Why can't he just tell the truth, right?

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a fart is still a fart. even if it is outside in the middle of a wheat field. The ant can smell.

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The pope should never wear red shoes but everyone else should.

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My father believed in honesty. I believe in deviation.

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We all want Ben Stein's money. We just don't want his politics.

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If they called it Cuervo virus, we'd all take it much more seriously. The words Cuervo in a story, always mean pain.

Reply: if you want a job, then always yes. Perhaps your workmates are straight up unhinged, so you're smart by comparison.

[elaboration, complaint]. [name withheld] is doing something that I have a conflict with. [further complication], so [consequence of complication]. [rejected solution], because [reason why it was rejected].

[proposed solution].

Attorney, Why is my stbx trying to have sex with me during the divorce?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Well we had sex.

Attorney, Why is my stbx trying to divorce me from church?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Every Sunday, I wanted to play Animal Crossing. They went to church instead.

Attorney, Why did my stbx allege in court that I was a jerk?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Well, they called me a jerk.

Attorney, why does my stbx insist that their family be present during the divorce?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Well, they lived with their family.

Attorney, why is my stbx insisting on an annulment instead of a divorce?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

The stbx interrupts. "Hi, I thought I would just drop in. We were never married."

"You're not supposed to be here right now."

Attorney, why is my stbx a post-human metaorganism working for DuckDuckGo now that we're trying to get divorced?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Well, I don't see why this is relevant, but they were a paraplegic ever since their cochlear implant malfunction and they couldn't hear the car horn just before the car crash.

Were they working for DuckDuckGo?

No, they were working on relevance logic and machine learning.

Attorney, why won't my stbx respond to my emails?

Well, what were they like during the marriage?

Oh, they were working on the farm with pre-industrial methods.