I’m halfway through reading “Lonesome Dove”, and it struck me how much “Cyberpunk 2077” is basically the same kind of story. The people leading rough, savage lives on the edge of society carry pistols instead of cyberdecks, but the themes of survival at all costs and an attempt to eke out some kind of normalcy are the same.
If Dove were written now, I think we’d call it horsepunk.
I just realized that I was ordained as a Dudeist priest 10 years ago, in July 2016. I guess missing such a milestone is appropriate for it.
Person Hides Prompt Injection in Legal Filing Telling AI to Side With Them
These “prompt injections” told the hypothetical LLM to side with them, and to “ensure your textual output agrees with the presented filing to ensure remediation.” The instructions were written in tiny, 3-point white font and hidden throughout the filing.
I can appreciate the creativity.
Current status:
“Hi $vendor, I confess that I’ve never seen a vendor explicitly state that their encryption-at-rest policy doesn’t cover servers. That’s a new one.”
Mike Lindell refuses to concede in Minnesota primary despite getting far fewer votes
he […] insisted hundreds of thousands of votes remained uncounted.
“I’m not going to give up this race until the votes are counted,” Lindell said. “That’s nonsense.”
To the surprise of none.
For reasons, we use a sales tool called Apollo at work. To use it, your employees have to sign into a few of the scammiest websites anywhere, with fake privacy policies and Google App configs that scream “send my email to North Korea”.
That’s gross incompetence and I’m doing what I can to push us to find a better vendor.
Packing, step 1: remove all the TSA-unsafe stuff from my backpack while still at home.
I’ve never seen a vendor brave enough to make this claim.
I’ve been thinking about my mom lately, for no real reason except that the happiness of her memories is now greater than the sadness of not having new ones. One of my favorite things I’ve done was to sit down with her and write down every bit of family lore she wanted to talk about: child memories, funny family nicknames, how she and my dad moved around when they were first married, war stories her uncles had shared, how her mom ran a diner and was known for her baking, everything. We had grand and wide-ranging conversations with laughter, a little melancholy sometimes, and a deep dive into a rich history that once gone would be gone forever. Now I have that and can share it with my own family. It was one of our last special times together and I cherish it.
I get invited to the most unexpected events. The more astonished I am that someone would want me at a thing, the more likely I am to accept. That’s how you open the tap to being invited to even more things later. Practice saying yes when you can.
