I guess I’d take the robot for day 1, but “the body I want” is like the job I want, the car I want, or the clothes I want.

I keep posting it on Teams at work, it’s fun to be the old guy.

When it’s my backups, then only one idiot can delete all my files.

Original Amazon was such shit that I don’t understand how it caught on. Who just buys a book without reading any of it at all first? How do you know if it’s any good? It’s like people who save themselves for marriage.

OK now post pics of the women at this age

If we’re still talking about providing housing, then nobody would be giving them money directly. You’re thinking of UBI, which is a separate conversation.

Regardless of whether we’re still talking about housing or cash, requirements like “are they messy” or “are they on drugs” have been tested and shown to be ineffective and harmful.

My personal opinion about these facts is that they’re rightfully bitter about the hand they’ve been dealt, and stop littering once they’ve got a stake in the community. It’s absurd to be mad about someone leaving trash on the street after we’ve left them on the street like trash.

It sounds like you’re expecting them to abide by the social contract before we do. We don’t just not care about them; we’re actively persecuting them.

Nothing can be nice until we house everyone.

Oh it’s still there. But the price has gone up significantly. Free market economics teaches us that there’s no such thing as a shortage.

You’ve always got the right to self defense!

You’re supposed to watch the baby like a hawk, take note of any identifying birthmarks. Literally do not take your eyes off the baby until it has the bracelet.

A lot of your would-be ancestors died of spider attacks.

I suppose, sure. But I’m not convinced that goal is possible to achieve; the biological organisms have billions of years of head start. Elephants aren’t wasting their huge brains either.

I designed dies for forges. Mechanically it’s actually kinda similar to sheet metal, but the EH&S is worse and the whole forging industry is practically a monopoly now.

We’re hiring btw, if anybody is in Los Angeles pm me.

It’s kinda bittersweet to be middle aged and finally have a job I actually like. I program robots to bend metal all day, like Bender from Futurama. It’s super cool and I have zero dread on Sundays for once.

But when I talk to my coworkers, I’m reminded of how rare and lucky that really is. For everyone else the week is still grueling and maddening. The people with “bullshit jobs” aren’t having any fun at all.

So when we start talking about the weekend as an escape, I try to keep it real and see if there’s any way I can make their life more pleasant. Maybe they need a good word for a promotion, or backup asking for a raise, or a lie when they need to leave early, or a glowing job reference.

Imagine how much more our society would accomplish if there were no bullshit jobs and everyone either programmed the robots, or made pottery/paintings/whatever the neurotypicals enjoy.

Shit I talk about unions all the time.

Things have improved! Once I was rejected because I answered truthfully about whether I’d always vote for the law as written.

Sometimes you vote wrong by accident and don’t notice.

You should bet on stuff you don’t like. Then if you win it’s like an insurance payout. Your prediction skills will make money for you, and you might create incentives for other people to reduce bad things.

I’ll keep that in mind next time we have some influence over policy.