This is not Rhonda Rousey the most dominant athlete of the millennium according to idiots who work here. Morons who work here I might correct. Comical clowns who know nothing about sports one might say.
This is not Rhonda Rousey the most dominant athlete of the millennium according to idiots who work here. Morons who work here I might correct. Comical clowns who know nothing about sports one might say.
You take a schizotypal personality and a briliant writer then add in actual government surveillance: nobody here — hipster clowns and doofuses, useless fatted calves for the most part; not creators, only destroyers, self-annointed innovators, midget commenters — posting their bullshit knows what that was like, what it…
This is not great literature. This is not even good literature. This is not even navel-gazing nepotistic trash published by the New Yorker. What is this? It’s not even fan fiction, where are you going Alissa Walker into the dark side of hell with this. It’s not even interesting like the King in Yellow.
You don’t have the depth to dance the dance of insults with me, child.
Someone had to say what I said.
The best Star Wars books are not reading Star Wars books. Sorry but it’s got to be said. Iain Banks, Peter Hamilton, C. J. Cherryh, Philip K. Dick, why are you reading recycled corporate trash when you can open your mind to your universe? I’ll never understand.
But Rhonda Rousey is the most dominant athlete of this era. Clowns. Stop writing about this loser and admire the greatness of the Warriors. Every article about this broken down egomaniac has-been takes away from Steph Curry and I won’t have it. I am watching you and your LA bias.
That must be the most embarassed teenage girl on the planet. “Your dad wears a tophat. Your dad makes YOU wear a tophat.” I’d have fucking died.
Because the DoD stopped buying commercials.
What’s wrong with straw technology? Nothing. This is bullshit, wasted money preventing a Martian colony. Next you will invent a space condom just to get the headlines. Get off your asses and do something you social media whores.
world war ii killed western civilization dead. What we are looking at now is the fall, the barbarians rushing in.
You’re not getting paid to make space art, you’re supposed to find evidence of et civilizations. This navel gazing isn’t doing that.
All I know is those assholes will sue the pants off anyone who even uses the word, they are as blatantly evil as the Happy Birthday Song people, actually more evil since their product is not a song but a fucking tool of oppression.
To be a f0undational text, it has to have you know, influenced people. Since it was only discovered yesterday, it really hasn’t.
This vacuous app is owned by some other company who treat the whole thing as marketing for their other services anyway, so it’s not like Pinhead-Hair here has to make any tough choices; he’s a rent-a-CEO: wear ugly shirts and spout some buzzwords, it’s all good bro.
It looks like a piece of garbage, how could you give them money? More to the point, anyone claiming their drone is “intelligent, autonomous” is obviously lying because AI of that sort does not exist like that on a consumer scale, even Google cars are still in testing. The idea that these jokers had “AI” in their…
Why would you watch a trailer when you have the movie? Do you go back and watch the commercials too? The logic escapes me, it is a serious waste of time. I don’t spend a lot of time watching movies so when I do I prefer to watch an actual, you know, movie.
Refreshing to see a creator in touch with his fans...and not his ego or his bottom-line. Refreshing? More like amazing.
Laughable. Like every international sports body isn’t a corrupt, bribe-taking temple of horrors controlled by criminals and billionaires. Why do we even have sports at all? Someone remind me.
Steven Spielberg’s AI? I get this fellow is a photographer floating daringly floating around in the filthy New York water but he has to admit it’s been done better before. Also managing to use both “recontextualize” and “urban jungle” in the same spiel manages both pretentiousness and elitism in one splashy swoop.