Back in my day we pushed the bolder uphill both ways
Microsoft is presenting a brand-new attribute in Copilot that will certainly allow you to make procurements throughout conversations with the AI chatbot. Presently, when you’re requesting for suggestions worrying what sort of tennis shoes you need to acquire, Copilot can emerge a check out choice for the item you choose straight inside the application.
A circumstances shared by Microsoft…
Microsoft will absolutely place obtain switches straight in Copilot
Elon Musk’s lawsuit versus OpenAI will certainly more than likely to test after a united state court stated there is evidence to suffer the billionaire’s instance.
Musk took lawsuit versus OpenAI and its owners Sam Altman and Greg Brockman in 2024, affirming they betrayed their initial legal contracts by looking for earnings as opposed to the not-for-profit’s start purpose to create AI that…
Elon Musk’s lawsuit versus OpenAI will definitely manage a court in March
Chinese lidar manufacturer Hesai revealed plan on Monday to increase its production ability from 2 million systems to 4 million tools this year, as it looks for to capture the worldwide market for the laser-based sensing units. That would certainly be well up from the 1 -million-plus system mark that Hesai struck in 2025
Hesai’s press to acquire even more market share comes simply one month after…
China’s Hesai will absolutely increase manufacturing as lidar noticing device market cleanses
Stuuuuupiiiid dumb fictional characters you will listen. The power of situations will be forced onto you
“I’d say we’re getting there — we’re certainly getting there,†said Warsofsky of the 19-year-old engine of his club.
“There are games where you talk to the (other) coach after the game, and they say he’s the best player on the ice. I think that’s his preparation and his drive to be great. And that’s self-driven. I’m not poking him. He doesn’t need to be poked. He gets it going.â€
The kid…
Celebrini shaping up to be a new face of the NHL: 'We’re certainly getting there’
join me on reset day
i urgently need you clean my floors (vacuuming, mopping) and dust in general because i’ve left it for far too long and now my dust allergy has reminded me of that fact.
because i struggle with cleaning tasks i’ve decided to document my progress on this post to have some accountability.
so here goes:




kitchen before and after. managed to rip and listen to growing up (the linda lindas), saviors (green day), insomniac (green day).

some lovely trees from my impromptu lunch time walk because i’d forgotten i needed to go donate my old bike today. back to cleaning now. next i’m going to tackle the bathroom.
bathroom is ready to be mopped. there’s a lot in here (as will be the case for all the rooms) that still needs tidying and cleaning. but it’s about getting rid of the dust for now. the rest i can do over the coming weeks. i also ripped and listened to under my skin (avril lavigne). onwards to the bedroom now.




done with all the rooms now. there’s still lots of areas that need tidying and cleaning. and especially in the living room i pretty much just moved a lot of the stuff onto different piles. but it looks neater now and i cleared the floors enough to vacuum and mop them.
i’m now also aware that i’ve misplaced my one usb c charger… on the other hand i rediscovered a book i’ve bought ages ago that i want to read next. and i’m definitely back to zero in my attempt to go to bed and be asleep at a time society has decided to be acceptable. still late. but acceptable. but still i do feel reset and that was the goal of today’s project :)
I’m such a piner. I
Pine away my days yearning for what I don’t have, yearning stationary instead of working for that which I desire. Such a wayward and wanderlusting heart. I’m 23 now. I look back at these posts and sigh heavily. What has changed in my outlook? I still constantly desire exploration and connection and awe. Nothing to mourn but something to ponder
Me when I think about how many jonathan “death flag” posts

I promise you, if you can somehow warp it into that man dying someone has.
She dreams of empty worlds, of big wonderful places full of wonder and imagination and the comforting light of dawn. Places with no soul, places with no life, places uplifted by the greenery and plants and trees that grew in every nook and cranny – or none at all.
She dreams of these worlds and sometimes she wishes she could go there. Sometimes she wishes it all the time. A place so beautiful yet bereft of anyone or anything that would give her something to do.
Sometimes, she tries to connect with people, sometimes she tries to engage in the conversation they force upon her, but they still turn away. No matter how much or how little she answers, they do not care.
Perhaps, she thinks, there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps there’s something wrong with everyone else.
Regardless, she dreams of empty worlds, where animals thrive and behave like set-dressing. There to make an already wonderful scene more immersing and more wonderful, but never approaching, never being obtrusive. Never taking the place of people she’s banished from her safe place.
Sometimes, there is light. It flickers out quickly, often, right after she has met it. The light leaves, or goes out or doesn’t dare remain by her side, because she cannot hold a conversation.
Because she cannot understand what she is doing wrong; she wants to be there, wants to be liked, wants to be a part of the group—
But they all speak strangely, sentences in her mother tongue yet alien and strange and when she attempts to imitate, to interact, their eyes turn empty. Before they would have a flicker of light, right there, but when they talk, when she talks, they turn silent. The light goes out.
They don’t come back because they care. They don’t invite her because they like her. They barely even look at her when she bothers to show up.
She knows they do all this for obligation. To remain within their social standing, high atop their little ladders that seem to take up so much space… that she can never figure out how to climb them herself.
Sometimes, she thinks, she doesn’t want to be a person. Often, she wants to be something else. Something more fitting for her behaviour and how people treat her. They do not treat her like a person, so why should she be one?
She does not want to be a person. She wants to be an object, or an animal or… maybe, wonderfully, she wants to be a dragon.
It’s not a thought she expresses outloud. Not when nobody is there to listen, anyway, to understand.
Sometimes… she just wants to disappear beneath the waves of an endless ocean, staring up, up, up at the light filtering through dark blue waters, dimming with every single second of her descent. Sometimes she wants to struggle to get to the surface, feel the drain in her legs and her arms and her lungs, feel the endless, hopeless, devastated certainty that her angry struggle is pointless…. Until all energy leaves her and all she can do is… float.
And maybe, she thinks, that isn’t the healthiest mindset. And maybe, she thinks, she doesn’t want to be a she at all.
Maybe a they.
Or an it.
Or a he.
Maybe all of them. But not a she. The word girl leaves a sour taste in her mouth, even when he is not the one saying it. The word woman feels somewhat more tolerable, but perhaps only because it seems less patronizing that way.
Regardless, the looks don’t change. He changes, though. Not outwardly, surely, not by appearance, because that change takes time and effort and everything he does not have, because life… is exhausting.
Thus the stares don’t change, the words don’t either. There is no acknowledgment of him, only of her, and he feels… empty.
He still dreams of empty worlds. Vast things with deserts and temples and abandoned giant robots. He wanders through rainforests with a strangely accommodating clinate, he strides through swamps that don’t suck him under, he travels along the ocean and stares into it’s black abyss, hands dipping just under the surface, wondering…
50 photos that prove human beings are certainly not last.
1.
We constantly end with this LOONEY TUNES scenario :
2.
The ladder is an empty canvas to us.
3.
Basic safety prevention measures cannot be taken.
4.
We execute stupid experiments.
5.
We are always gambling and lost.
7.
We are driving constantly as we want to see God.
8.
We have no sense of danger.
9.
We are usually trapped…



