Thanks to @ChanceHMiller for joining me on Happy Hour this week to discuss the WWDC schedule, Apple headset pricing latest rumored iOS 17 features, and more
It's Hard Fork Friday! This week on the show, safety researcher Ajeya Cotra on AI's potential for existential risk. Plus: the surgeon general's warning about social media, and a round of HatGPT
@caseynewton im not moving any goal post you literally anthropomorphize the AI thru your co host and bring an analyst which does a plot of skynet . Tell me im wrong . Everyone on Reddit outside the ai tech bros knows what you folks are doing on this podcast episode
@hasanahmsd the burden is actually on you to prove why the current pace of development, models that can't be explained and lack of regulation won't cause harm. let me know when your friends on Reddit have a good answer to that one
I accidentally started an RPG design podcast a few months ago, and the first season is now releasing! This is a nuts and bolts "we break down one mechanic a week" show, and I'm super proud of it.
“Republican National Committee Chair Ronna McDaniel suggested Wednesday that while a default would likely be bad for the country, it would be good for her party politically.”
"There is no end to its fluent pomposity. There is also no end to its incompetence. It has all the surface appearance of being an expert without any actual expertise."
The ale is thick and creamy, with a taste like malted apples. You lower the half-empty tankard and wipe away the froth from your lips with your sleeve.
Roll … 9!
The dwarves continue their meal, pausing only to light large hooded pipes. Through the bluish hue of the pipe smoke that clouds the low cabin roof, you notice that they are casting nervous glances at you, as if you might explode at any moment.
After five minutes have passed, Nolrim raises his tankard and proclaims a toast: ‘To Lone Wolf—a man among dwarves!’
The dwarves guffaw at Nolrim’s wry toast and raise their tankards in a salute to your courage and fortitude. The Bor-brew has loosened their tongues, and they are eager to tell you of their past exploits.
You learn that the dwarves were once the crew of a more conventional vessel, a merchantman that sailed the Tentarias of southern Magnamund.
You trudge through the loose red sand, your faces covered to protect them from the dust and the blazing heat. The landscape is stark and desolate; all that seems to thrive here is the wire-hard grass that scratches your boots and leggings.
You soon come across a dried river bed that leads to a cave in the orange sandstone hillside. A wooden plaque is nailed by the mouth of the cave, but you are unable to understand the strange words painted on its sun-blistered surface.