Probably the furthest man made object from Earth at this point for sure.

The article says "Scientists believe compression heating caused the cap to vaporize as it sped through the atmosphere."

The article seems to repeat the same stuff over and over again.

On Lemmy, a popular social networking site, user KerfuffleV2 astutely noted that the article repeated points that had already been stated in the article.

"It seems like the article repeated the same content multiple times" said KerfuffleV2, a user on the social networking site Lemmy. "Perhaps they get paid by the word." the user added.

A rather uncreative article on thestreet.com triggered some snarky online comments including one from a user named KerfuffleV2. This user noted that the article repeated the same content multiple times.

Doubled down on the “yea were not gonna credit artist’s our AI stole from”. What a supreme douche

I don't think it's as simple as all that. Artists look at other artists' work when they're learning, for ideas, for methods of doing stuff, etc. Good artists probably have looked at a ton of other artwork, they don't just form their skills in a vacuum. Do they need to credit all the artists they "stole from"?

In the article, the company made a point about not using AI models specifically trained on a smaller set of works (or some artist's individual works). Doing something like that would be a lot easier to argue that it's stealing: but the same would be true if a human artist carefully studied another person's work and tried to emulate their style/ideas. I think there's a difference between that an "learning" (or learning) for a large body of work and not emulating any specific artist, company, individual works, etc.

Obviously it's something that needs to be handled fairly carefully, but that can be true with human artists too.

"They found that in a community of 15,000 electric cars only 1.5 percent of batteries have been replaced if you exclude massive recalls [...] The team also points out that most battery replacements happen when the car is still covered by a warranty."

I'm not sure looking at the stats like that is really all that useful.

There are two situations where the battery replacement happens:

1. The user forks over the money to replace it personally.
2. They manage to convince the manufacturer to cover the cost.

It's definitely not a given that everyone who wants to replace their battery can and does. This post is about longevity, so presumably most of the time in that situation the person will have to cover the cost of replacement themselves.

I want to be clear, I'm not arguing against EVs. I'm just saying this article doesn't really have enough information to draw a conclusion.

I’ll plug in my phone, ignore your entire. Infotainment and actively campaign for it to fail and blow up in your face.

This sounds kind of funny. "I'll spend $60,000 on your car but I won't turn on the radio. That'll show you!"

There are basically two main possibilities:

1. They're unreasonable.
2. You're unreasonable.

If it's the first one, it doesn't really matter how you respond. The best policy is to avoid dealing with people like that as much as possible.

If it's the second one then you should work on trying to fix it. That's the best way to respond.

CenturyLink is absolute garbage. I rented a DSL modem from them. It got fried by lightning so they had to replace it. They sent me a modem that wasn't compatible with my service. A couple years later, I had another one get zapped. I double checked with not one but two customer service reps to make sure they were sending me a modem that worked with my service. They sent me one that wasn't compatible with my service. Then they took a few weeks to send me one that actually was compatible. When it got here, it either didn't work or something else in the wiring was messed up (probably more likely).

That last part might not have been their fault but I could have known about it 3 weeks sooner. At that point I didn't have much confidence they'd get it fixed while I still have my youth and good looks. Fortunately a smaller fiber company had just started serving the area and I was able to immediate cancel the CenturyLink service. More than 3 times faster and slightly cheaper as well. Also symmetric upload is pretty nice. CenturyLink is in for a rude awakening as competition appears in places where they previously were the only choice.

Participants in awe of how Python lags behind C++, Java, C#, Ruby, Go and PHP

Comparing Python to compiled languages is like C++ is pretty unreasonable.

Firefox is like democracy. It sucks, but it's better than the alternatives.

Don’t kid yourself. Reddit was valuable to pretty much all of you or else you wouldn’t continuously shitpost about it.

It doesn't really work that way. Lots of people visited subreddits like cringetopia, whatcouldgowrong, confidentlyincorrect, etc. Basically a compulsion to kill time by gawking at dumb people doing dumb stuff. That doesn't mean those subreddits or that use of time had actual value, even to that specific person though.

Venus has one of the most hostile environments in the Solar System.

It might seem unintuitive, but there's an area above the clouds that's actually really very mild as far as conditions go. It's also closer/easier to get to than Mars and various useful components can be harvested from the atmosphere which is quite dense while Mars doesn't have much.

Also, breathable air is less dense than the Venusian atmosphere so habitats filled with gas humans can breathe would actually be buoyant. You wouldn't even need a pressurized spacesuit to go outside, just an air supply.

Ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonization_of_Venus

65B LLaMA models can actually do a pretty good job of writing. Here's two examples with Guanaco 65B (bold part is my prompt):

tags: fairy tale, animals, dog, wolf, fox, death, humor, dark storyline, violence, loss

Animals in a forest setting investigate a series of gruesome murders that recently occured. Written in the style of classics like Animal Farm and Watership Down, the writing is vivid and very descriptive. The dialog is thoughtful and often quite witty. It's clear the author really understands animal behavior and has done their research well!

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Chapter 1: An Unfortunate Discovery

A fox by species, a detective by trade, you'll only have reason to know my name if the worst has come to pass. It's nearly winter and a bitter wind drives stinging sleet into my face, but it's still not as chilling as the scene before me now...

I was summoned here by an urgent message from a panicked hedgehog. She told me she found her friend lying dead on his doorstep with his throat ripped out - black fur matted with blood. I rushed over immediately and saw for myself what had happened. He looked so peaceful despite being cut down in his prime - a young wolf just starting doing well for himself - taken too soon. His home nearby showed no signs of struggle or forced entry. Whoever did this must have caught him off guard somehow. I didn't hear any howling either. That would have been easy enough to miss though since he lived alone deep in these woods where few creatures tread. I made sure to secure the crime scene and look around carefully without disturbing anything more than necessary until other investigators arrived. They should be here soon. We can't afford to lose evidence in cases like this. Times are already hard enough as it is...

As I waited and pondered who might have committed such a horrible act, something felt wrong about all this. Surely a predator like me could smell another predator's scent? But there were none that stood out among the melange of odors lingering here. How strange...

Soon after, several others joined me including some friends of mine. A stoic bear named Growler, grumpy badger called Grumpus, and a kindly old raccoon who goes by "Doc" due to his extensive knowledge of medicinal plants and wildlife biology. Together we began our investigation proper by gathering clues and questioning nearby witnesses while trying to minimize contamination through contact with them (we took care to put up caution tape first). Unfortunately, they hadn't seen much useful apart from occasional glimpses of movement deeper in the undergrowth. Still, we decided to check those areas next along with searching the surrounding woodlands thoroughly for any additional victims. And find one we did, although sadly she suffered the same fate as poor George. Another young wolf lay beside a stream, body cold and stiffening. Someone snapped her neck cleanly like a twig. This couldn't be coincidence surely? Not two deaths in quick succession like this.

before me or what I must relay when I return home. My mind races with questions as I survey this brutal crime scene; who could do such a thing? Why was no one there to stop them? And how many more victims lie undiscovered further out in these woods? A lone paw print leads away from where a rabbit family once happily resided, now reduced to bloody scraps scattered among splintered twigs and torn fur. This isn't just some random predator attack, something far more sinister is at play here...

I turn back toward town, determined to find answers. As I trudge through the snow, each step feels heavier than the last. How will I break the news to those closest to them? What words can possibly bring comfort after so much senseless suffering? I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. There are others depending on me right now, they need someone strong and steady to guide them through this darkness. I won't let them down.

The first person I see upon entering town is old man Badger, his white whiskers blown about by the gusting wind. He looks up at me expectantly, "Well Fox, did you find anything?" His voice quavers slightly, betraying his concern for the missing families.

"I'm afraid I have bad news," I say somberly, "there were signs of a struggle near the burrow entrance, but no survivors."

Badger sighs heavily, "Dear me, this is worse than we feared. We must alert the council immediately!"

We hurry over to the meeting hall, a large hollow tree that serves as our central gathering place. Inside, several other animals are already waiting anxiously for word of their loved ones. They look up hopefully as we enter, then quickly realize the grim tidings we bear. A collective groan fills the room, followed by muffled sobs and whispered prayers.

Mayor Bear calls for order, her deep voice cutting through the din. She motions for us to join her at the front of the room, "Please tell us everything you saw, Fox. Every detail may be important."