My late parents’ angel, keeping watch over another family Christmas.
Merry Christmas, to all who celebrate it.
Being a bit counter-cultural this Christmas…
Hurrah. The latest issue of Standart (an indie coffee magazine) has arrived, ready for cosy Christmas reading.
Haven’t done one of these photos in ages. It’s easy to grow blasé about the beauty of where we live.
Something of an evisceration of Kier Starmer’s Substack.
I suspect that if you think of it as a marketing channel, you’ve lost before you’ve started.
Fun afternoon in the local Warhammer store doing the mini of the month with my youngest and her friends.
Apparently they had a queue at the door at opening time for the Deathwatch Space Marine.
Anyone who thinks that AI can write literature can only have seen reading as chewing gum for the soul.
This is a sobering look at OpenAI’s funding. No sniff of a profit for at least a decade, according to HSBC forecasts.
A lot of non-industrial AI use is predicated on it being a cheap and easy solution to certain problems. If customers weren’t being so heavily subsidised by investors, when does that equation start breaking down?
Turns out, AIs are a humourless bunch.
(I’m mainly talking about satire and cartoons here. Maybe the role of humans in the AI age is… taking the piss.)



