JL Kaufmann

@jlkaufmann.bsky.social

Overcaffeinated scribbling person SOLIDARITY She/her/they/them 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸

I don't dunk on people but the dude saying 'If you hate AI, could you get through a working day if it all went away tomorrow?!'is testing my resolve on that so much. I don't use your dogshit thief machine incompetence tech, Sparkie. I fucking work for a living.

Accountability - So far today I have tidied the living room, got a loaf of bread started, partially tidied the kitchen, argued with the cat*, and now I am having a cup of coffee. That done, I tackle the bathroom. Then lunch. *She didn't want me tidying stuff. She wanted me to play with her.

My sib, who I am going to the Late Prom with tomorrow, has just called to point out the last train will have gone before they can get to the station afterwards, so can they stay the night? Of course they can! That's fine! *looks at state of flat* oh damn...

Let's talk about something interesting - what are you all reading right now? I am reading The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones, and Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Jones, and they are both most excellent but also really quite stressfully scary and gory so I need something to refresh with.

Academics and scoleres are not gate-keeperes. Thei will talke to you about their topiques. For dayes. Thei will sende lynkes. Thei will order bookes. Thys ys why thei lyve. Thei are the route bitwene past knowledge and future knowledge.

I am so sick of being too hot. I am sleeping badly and eating weirdly, can't think for more than three minutes together, and have the executive function and productivity of potpourri.

I went out to do some errands this morning before it got too hot (spoiler, it got too hot) and treated myself to a peach and mango iced tea from the Oriental Supermarket. I regret to inform you it tastes very like mango-flavoured bowel prep solution. My mellow is harshed.

First task of the morning, clean up revolting hairball. It can't be helped - it is hot, so The Squoof is going to shed. She is also going to lick herself because she is a clean little creature who likes to be nice. I tell her that in cold weather her plush double coat is WONDERFUL. We both sigh.

It has cooled down a little in the flat so I want to do the washing up before I go to bed but The Squoof is snuggled against me purring very softly and the idea of displacing her is unbearable.

I cannot TELL you how offensive I find a certain type of evangelical Christianity. Not to kink-shame, but can you take your fetish for public humiliation somewhere that is else? I will not abase myself and grovel and confess my 'sins' and I REALLY do not want to watch you doing it either.

The Screamers For Jesus are back on the Green and frankly, I am awestruck by their confidence in picking up a mike, opening their mouths wide, and absolutely butchering It Is Well With My Soul at window-trembling volumes.

The noise stopped at 10:30pm. So of course I didn’t go to bed until 2am, and then I slept fitfully (good word that) until 7ish, and then I finally slept like a happy little log until 11:30. Everything is sideways and off. Especially me.

I’ve seen a lot of my colleagues’ interactions with Claude working on research problems & it would be easier for me to accept it as a serious scientific tool if it didn’t end every single response with the LLM equivalent of “you want fries with that?” — constantly trying to goad you into asking more