Here I am, brain the size of a human, trying to refine LLMs so they can stop patronising us 😂

GM A late one today. This morning ChatGPT has been teaching me how my 15 year old DSLR camera works 😂

Sorry for the bad picture, but I'm shooting from a long way away on an old DSLR so as not to disturb them, but we have a second pair of ducks looking like they about to nest by our pond 💜

My $10 of SPCX-USD Perps is down 9% and My $10 of CTR governance token is down 8.4% Don't shitcoin kids 😂 View quoted note →

Yaaay 🎉 😂

Turns out, we're all getting Teslas now 😂

An exert from my unpublished autobiography: To highlight this, I never excelled at school, especially when it came to music lessons, we tried our hand at playing several instruments, such as the recorder / flute, piano various wind and string instruments. We tried singing, but mostly we were taught the theory and history of music. I was a wholly unremarkable student throughout the entirety of school until one day in the upper sixth, I saw a note pinned on the school notice board. “Organists wanted to play in assembly and school theatre productions” The music teacher was stepping back from playing in public and decided to concentrate on teaching only. They therefore needed capable students to audition to replace her public duties. I decided to audition, I was one of three others and was the last to go. The two that preceded me were well known musicians to the teacher and auditioning was more of a formality. They played a couple of short pieces before being thanked and left to go about their day. The music teacher was a little perplexed when she finally paid attention to me, she knew me and knew I was not a musician nor had I any skills or talents in that area, so at first she assumed I was joking around. I assured her I was serious, so she allowed me to approach the school organ and take a seat. She asked what I intended to play, I responded by asking her if there is anything in particular she’d like to hear? Again, she thought I was joking around, so instead I offered to play “Toccata and Fugue in D minor” by J.S. Bach. Amused, she agreed. I poised my hands and feet ready and started playing. It is one of those pieces of music that everybody knows when they hear, and a piece that many aspiring organists struggle to play. It’s a long piece so I just play a few bars before I see the look of utter surprise and awe in her face. I then switch to playing a few bars each of several other pieces of similar stature before stopping to hear her feedback. She doesn’t quite know what to say to start with, but eventually decides to ask if I can play any other instruments. Seeing the grand piano on the other side of the stage, I offer to play that. We go over, I sit down and I start playing “The Entertainer” by Scott Joplin, followed by “Take 5” by Paul Desmond, a particularly challenging piece as it uses 5/4 timing. At the end of my playing, there is an awkward silence, the teacher doesn’t know what to say and I’m awaiting to hear her feedback. She eventually asks, after several false starts “How, When, What, When did you start playing?” I go on to explain that my parents bought me an electronic keyboard for Christmas when I was 6 years old. I saw a small wrapped envelope under the tree along with several other presents, when I eventually unwrapped the envelope, all it contained was pages of sheet music and a note saying “Look in the shed”, perplexed I ran out to the shed, opened the door to find a very badly wrapped huge box. So huge my parents had to help me carry it in. I unwrapped it with haste to find sitting inside an electronic keyboard. I took it out, with help from my parents, plugged it in, played a couple of notes and then proceeded to play with my other more fun toys. After Christmas dinner and after I had exhausted playing with my other toys, I sat down at the keyboard, turned it on and started playing random notes. After a while I got bored, I remembered watching “Blue Peter” on TV a few days earlier and knew I liked the tune, so I hunted down the first note that sounded like the start of the Blue Peter theme tune and then proceeded to work out where the next note should be. A couple of minutes of musical torture for my parents and I had assembled a pretty good resemblance to the Blue Peter tune. Over the next half hour or so, I perfected it until I got bored again. I then decided to play other pieces of music I had heard until I had them perfected. I also started improvising with my left hand adding more depth through what I would later understand to be chords. My parents were so impressed that they decided to arrange music lessons in the new year and so my father would accompany me to the Yamaha music shop one evening a week where I joined an informal group of students starting the journey to learn to play the organ. View quoted note →

Radical opinion incoming...... Perhaps the real shitcoiners were never the "crypto bros", but the financial institutions that FAFO'd with finance long before crypto came along:

I just bought $10 worth of Citrea ($CTR) to help understand the mind of one of the protagonists in the current Bitcoin war, which I have been neglecting lately in favour of real world events: Disclaimer: This is not financial advice 😂