30 FPS would be a cam rip, no?

Just because they put webrip in the title doesn’t make it so.

I think it’s mostly going to be useful for boilerplate generation, and effectiveness is going to vary wildly based on what language you’re using. JS or Python? It’ll probably do OK. Plenty of open source for it to “learn” from. Delphi? Forget it.

Brief experimentation showed it liked to bullshit if it was wrong, rather than fix things.

You make a change. It doesn’t fix it.

You change it back. The code now works.

Yeah, but you still can’t explain monads.

It’s surprising how quickly they come as well.

I’ve seen perfectly normal people go from “I felt a bit ill after that COVID vaccination, I’ll look it up online” to spreading fake stories about immigrants and having opinions about Hunter Biden. Within months. They’re not even American.

This shit’s a fucking virus, and social media is the vector.

I’m sure it’s theoretically possible to not want to pay your fair share of taxes, while not dunking on any particular minority.

It’s rare though.

You can tell the landlord really cares about the tenants. At least it’ll stop the roaches hiding down there.

And are you allowed to put an electrical wire that close to a cooking appliance?

Watch the far right rally around this.

TL;DR:

Welp, we’ve made all the money out of you suckers that we can. Fuck y’all.

For a tool that’s designed to do exactly one thing, it’s astonishingly bad at it.

Give it a few years and there’ll be Mario Kart boost pads on the track.

That’s a big vest. Should be easy to spot.

Couldn’t find a tall enough fox.

Many had a premium rate phone line, and it was just a tape so if you were stuck near the end you’d have to listen to the end and potentially pay many times the game’s cost.

Flipping between Tomb Raider Chronicles and Spiderman 2.

Shit, you could probably fit everything before the DVD era on a single drive.

Forgot to put “make sure the project compiles” in his .md files. What an amateur.

Was it Peggy Hill?

A good few years ago now, I watched as my two cousins, Steam voucher in hand (and he didn’t even have a gaming PC btw), faffed about with one of those sites promoted by shady Youtubers.

Codes went in. Buttons were pressed. Glances were exchanged.

“Now what?” asked the younger one who’s Steam voucher it was.

“Oh nothing,” said the older one. “You lost.”

I think it was only teenage emoism that stopped him bursting into tears right there.

He’s an accountant now, so I assume he learned an important lesson about gambling that day.