This weekend I realized that I’m kind of burned out: agitated, stressed about nothing in particular, and peculiarly sleepless. It took a little introspection to figure out what was really going on.
In my previous blog post about OpenAI’s ChatGPT, I demoed the power of ChatGPT system prompts. System prompts, a notable feature present in the ChatGPT API, allows developers to control the “persona” of the LLM output, including special rules and constraints.
Today let’s step outside the news cycle and turn our attention toward a topic I’m deeply invested in but only rarely write about: productivity platforms. For decades now, software tools have promised to make working life easier.
I’m bad at journaling, and I’ve never been able to maintain a diary. I recognize the value in those practices, and related exercises like “morning pages.
James Presbitero Jr. Have you ever read an article that made you say “This was made by AI”?
With the ReiserFS recently considered obsolete and slated for removal from the Linux kernel entirely, Fredrick R.
If you opened Facebook, Twitter or Instagram about a decade ago, you’d likely see posts from friends and family, in chronological order. Nowadays, users are hit with a barrage of content curated by an algorithm. Passionate about plants? Sports? Cats? Politics? That’s what you’re going to see.
THE SUBURBAN DAD enters the stage.
Thus begins the slightly adapted version of DARK FORT, the solo/micro game that became MÖRK BORG. Grab a handful of dice, a pencil and paper and begin your perilous delve into DARK FORT LANE, a Grimdad Saga in the Pre-Apocalyptic Suburbs.
Can you complete all of the errands before you run out of patience? Or will your NEIGHBORS derail your efforts to return to your MAN CAVE to await the 7th Misery?
I have such a love/hate relationship with this card.
Love because it was the first gold card I owned and was for a while the only among my playgroup.
Hate because I traded a couple duals and other stuff I wasn’t playing with for it, having no idea what I was giving away for a trash card.
I was playing a white-blue counter weenie surprise deck that consistently cranked out turn 2 Serras thanks to a couple Mana Vault. The gold framed Tobias looked like a good fit to 1994 Jason.
I rotated those bareback Vaults and Tundras and slapped that bad boy Toby onto the concrete like I was about to end the game, and the ooohs and aahhhhs because a mythical Legends card hit the field was music to my ears.
“It’s like a fifth Serra Angel!” some would say.
And they’d be wrong. Oh so wrong. With “WAIT FOR ME!” as a rallying cry, Toby would sit on the battlefield like a lukewarm turd, maybe good for blocking, but otherwise just for show, a waste of a turn and a Vault now ticking away at my precious life.
I’d win. Usually. I’d picked up the art of “playing more than just one of any given card” and “trying to stick to a couple colors instead of three or four” and someone said something about a curve? Yeah, I’d read a Scrye or two.
But Tobias. Useless, golden Tobias.
So yeah, picking up a graded one is kinda a holy grail for me. And it’s only fitting that my first Legends and gold frame card is also my first graded card.