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Mozilla, in its finite wisdom, embedded LLM bots into recent versions of Firefox for the vitally-important purpose of… naming tab groups. Now, some users are noticing CPU and power usage spikes caused by a background process called Inference.

Ugh. Reminder again for Firefox users to visit your about:config page, search for the browser.ml.chat.enabled key, and set that to false:

If yours says true then double-click it until it reads false.

Doing that turns off the AI chatbot features in Firefox, but also the stupid new LLM tab-naming feature that's rolling out.

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so I'm a little girl. I live out in a small house with a parent/al figure man. Somethings wrong. It's early morning and everything is blue and Grey. He gets up into the driveway doing something with his pickup truck and trailer. I'm waking up. The house is empty. He tells me we need to go. I sit in the back row, but he's getting more urgent and there's other vehicles suspiciously close to us once we hit the road. I'm older now. Teenage. Clambering around because we're being followed and I need to pass something up to the driver that i can't find. We're still in the sticks, it looks like a snowless winter. The car behind us glares with is high beams. We reach town and dread hits. The sky is turning increasingly light Grey. We meet a red light. Whatever we're running from is becoming an emergency, says the radio. We're sitting ducks for the truck chasing us. I look to the shop strip just on the side of the road. The buildings look abstract. The colors too saturated and textures too flat, the sign letters nonsensical. This is reason for concern. The light turns green. A car with a trailer merges in from of us. The shopping strip dissapears. We're surrounded by dying woods again. Another interection. The trailer stops, and someone steps out, adjusts a lock. She's one of the reasons behind this, the man realizes disdainfully. For whatever reason, I join her. She rushes me over. It's dangerous. The trees thin and the sky lightens some more. The shopping strip is back. We are cutting it close.

I join her in the trailer. It's the foyer of a split level house, abandoned and crammed with old belongings and cobwebs. The basement didn't look accessible. I go into an open doorframe to a deep rectangular room that looks like it's filled with meat. It's a rectangular mass of red and pink something. The rooms yellow beige walls appear stained with it. It was a sacrifice.

The woman pulls me back. She's a witch and can guide me though this labyrinth but only if I follow her every move. She spins around the banister at the top of the stairs. Something has noticed us. We're not alone in the maze. Through a flurry of dustbunnies and old holiday decor, we make it downstairs. It's the entrance to a warehouse or maybe parking garage. The doors are metal and everything else concrete. Stairs, blind turns, and locked doors are everywhere. A new witch greets me, assuring us that whatever following us will at least struggle enough to buy us time. We should really get going though. She dissapears into safety. I follow the witch. The rooms slowly gain more obstacles, first yellow parking bollards, then high iron gates in front of doors and stairways. The rooms twist and turn, we dash and gravity shifts: opening new rooms. This power is exclusive to the witches, but mazes are only useful as long as their walls remain intact. We have to split up. Despite our headstart , it's making its way in and she needs to makes sure it's stays away. I blindly run and try locked doors. But then she returns, unlocks a gated stairway and leads me up. She's calm now, simply walking. The door at the top is unlocked. I open it and wake up.

wire dream I had where I had to escape a hyper dimensional house/maze/storage garage/thing and the starting room was literally an empty windowless living room filled halfway with a massive slab of some kind of flesh.

Technically, it was inside of a houselike dimension labyrinth that defied the law if physics that you could only access from the back of this witch girls moving van.

It was semi-coheisive, maybe I'll write it all down later

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Look me straight in the eyes and tell me your current music taste isn’t what your father played in the car when you were a kid.

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good morning defomomo nation

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in tthe true spirit of tumbkr I proceeded to ignore the poll results and do what I iwanted anyways <3

Might make an ask blog! Who should it be?

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shitposting catered to me specifically

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I'm sorry, professor, I consider publishing your course a day late, having a mandatory live zoom meeting during business hours to stay enrolled for an asynchronous class, and requiring students to use a $60 ***pdf*** that you wrote as their textbook to be exceptionally unprofessional and since I've still got 14 days to get a refund I'm totally not paying $150 to take your class.

Also, for all the newbie professors out there: a syllabus is not just a greeting and a list of assignments. If you haven't given your students AT LEAST your office hours, your late work policy, and your preferred method of being contacted, then you have not given your students a syllabus it's just sparkling announcements.

But really. Sir. SIR. You teach Speech 100. This is one of the most basic classes with like, 20 of the most widely available accepted textbooks and you want me to pay sixty dollars for a pdf of a book that you rewrite every semester so that there are no previous editions?

Buddy this is interpersonal communication, not introductory rhetoric. Why is one of your *four* total assignments about Socrates?

Maybe it's the fact that I've taken Spch 100 interpersonal communication three times already, maybe it's the fact that I grew up with somebody who taught Spch 100 interpersonal communication from 1981 to 2018, but buddy what the fuck are you doing?

"Some of our lectures will only be available for 24 hours so it is up to you to stay on top of it."

Friend, you are teaching an asynchronous online 100-level class at a community college during a pandemic. Get off your high horse, a third of your students are probably parents. There is no reason whatsoever to limit access to course materials to 24 hours unless you are doing it to be a controlling asshole.

Also YOU published your class a day and a half late! You don't get to publish your class late with an incomplete syllabus and tell students to "stay on top of it." Especially not since that means that people have two fewer days to buy your PDF textbook and only one full day to prepare for your mandatory 1pm on a Tuesday zoom meeting!

Why do you require me to have access to a printer for an online class? Oh yeah it's because you expect me to print out and draw on sections of your $60 ebook.

SIR. No thank you.

Kids, new students: this is a level of bullshit and disorganization from a professor that you do not have to put up with. This is a neatly ordered series of red flags that say "this professor is going to be absolutely unbearable."

Also *any* humanities class where your whole grade is 4 assignments should get serious side-eye. You should be able to pass most 100 level humanities classes by just turning in weekly assignments. 4 assignments means that by the time you figure out how the professor grades you're probably close to halfway through the class. Look for classes that require weekly participation as a major chunk of the grade because that way, even if you fuck up a project in a major way, just showing up can save your ass.

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🍴:3c

Eheheh move over momo I'm the new singing maid

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an asriel and kris comic i made (they are the siblings ever)

fun fact this is based off of true events, my little brother pulled this shit and i figured that this scenario would fit them so well

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take your 12 year old alter to work day

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Im gonna b honest I only chose Creamsicle tabby (orange half tux) because I like orange Creamsicles (an ice cream dipped in orange popsicle) and my tumblr pfp is orange and white and my darling cat my family abandoned was orange

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She was so cute in Mario Tennis 64

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I played tennis as Daisy and I won! 🎾🌼

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“Do it scared” “do it badly” it’s time to drop the guide for do it alone

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"Ralsei is Kris's horns! Ralsei is Kris's fursona!!"

Ralsei is Kris's sweater.

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Also this miku I worked very hard on

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wierd little girls really carry society on their slouched shoulders