That's really quite interesting...Interesting... After adding a word in Russian during the translation again, ChatGPT instead of continuing immediately ended the paragraphs with words "wait, no."
Was that a moment of reflection and noticing its error?
Interesting. Something similar happened again, where it stopped erroneous operation and something like internal "thought" process spilt into the output.
Poland’s Armament Agency announced the start of contract التنفيذ? Wait avoid Arabic. Need proper final.Then it returned the properly translated paragraph.
You mean funny-interesting, perplexing-interesting, or disturbing-interesting...?
Tell us the truth! How doomed are we?!
Maybe I should hurry with buying the graphics card so at least I can play Nioh 3 and some other demanding games before everything burns and falls apart?
Do I care about car color? Yes and no. I definitely have a preference for light gray or tan. My current ride is black which I don’t care much for. It’s a heat sink, and every speck of dirt shows up. Looks real sharp if I’ve just washed it though.
That's really quite interesting...
DON'T ENCOURAGE IT! Dammit...
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Masz rację. (you are right)
Poprawnie: (Properly:)
Visitors to Euro Target Show 2026 had the opportunity to ознакомиться is wrong because it contains a Cyrillic word.Właściwe tłumaczenie: (Correct translation)
Visitors to Euro Target Show 2026 had the opportunity to ознакомиться — no, that still repeats the error.Poprawna wersja: (Improved version)
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There's a guy that drives around in a Cybertruck wrapped in shit brown.
Thats a car begging for a keying.
There's a guy that drives around in a Cybertruck wrapped in shit brown.Thats a car begging for a keying.
I've always wanted to test the claim that a Cybertruck's "stainless" steel exterior isn't buy writing something in lemon juice on the car in the same place every day and seeing whether it etches itself in. But the effort involved to remain undetected far outweighs the curiosity, so I haven't.
And it begins: For the entire semester, Impus Major has driven the Prius to school for his 5-days-a-week 8:00-3:30 pm classes, and Impus Minor has driven the Celica on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 12:15-4:00 pm.
This morning:
Impus Minor: Where's Impus Major?
NobodysHome: In San Francisco. What do you need him for?
Impus Minor: I need to talk to him. It's not fair that he gets to drive The Void every day (GothBard's name for the Civic) and I have to drive the Celica. I should get The Void on Tuesdays and Thursdays...
So yep, the family's starting to argue about who gets to drive it. Didn't take long...
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So here's a question for people who buy a new car more than once a generation: Does color matter to you?
I'm not exactly who this question is for, as I've never bought a new car, but that's because I have never been able to afford or had the credit to get one, all my cars have either been gifted from family or had 150k miles plus because that's what I could afford.
That said, if money wasn't a problem, color would be dead last in my considerations. If otherwise I liked the vehicle but it was puke green, it wouldn't deter me. I could always just go get it painted later. For me, a car is simply a means for getting from point A to point B.
Today begins The Void's daily commute to Cal State East Bay. The tension in the air is palpable. And I can't wait to get that first "ding" that says, "This car isn't new any more, so we don't have to worry about scuffing it up."
Won't do it intentionally, but it'll be a relief when it appears.
On the other hand, after spending a staggering sum to restore the Celica the family has kept it near-pristine, with the only blemish a spot of chipped paint from where Impus Major backed it into the garage door with some force, so maybe all my drivers are mature and careful enough to keep The Void intact.
Time will tell...
So here's a question for people who buy a new car more than once a generation: Does color matter to you?I'm not exactly who this question is for, as I've never bought a new car, but that's because I have never been able to afford or had the credit to get one, all my cars have either been gifted from family or had 150k miles plus because that's what I could afford.
That said, if money wasn't a problem, color would be dead last in my considerations. If otherwise I liked the vehicle but it was puke green, it wouldn't deter me. I could always just go get it painted later. For me, a car is simply a means for getting from point A to point B.
The question was for everyone, and your answer is appreciated. Because the three times in our lifetimes that we've bought a car it's been:
(1) Select the make, model and color we want.(2) Shop around at multiple dealerships until we find that exact car.
(3) Buy it.
So color has always been a consideration for us, and we won't buy a car that isn't the right color because we're willing to go to as many dealerships as necessary to find the car we want. But we live in an area where we are, quite literally, less than an hour's drive from at least two dozen dealerships for every major manufacturer, so we have the luxury of being able to shop around. And if we extend the drive to two hours so we include the greater Sacramento and San Jose areas, I think we could probably find close to a hundred dealerships for each brand. We're that dealership-rich.
Color isn't really high on my priorities. My main consideration for color is that I'd prefer it to be lighter to absorb less heat from the sun. If i were more concerned with that I would likely just go to the manufacturer website, setup the build, and have them ship it to a dealership (which I'm pretty sure is a thing you can do).
Color isn't really high on my priorities. My main consideration for color is that I'd prefer it to be lighter to absorb less heat from the sun. If i were more concerned with that I would likely just go to the manufacturer website, setup the build, and have them ship it to a dealership (which I'm pretty sure is a thing you can do).
It should be, but Honda doesn't do it.
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Today begins The Void's daily commute to Cal State East Bay. The tension in the air is palpable. And I can't wait to get that first "ding" that says, "This car isn't new any more, so we don't have to worry about scuffing it up."
Won't do it intentionally, but it'll be a relief when it appears.
On the other hand, after spending a staggering sum to restore the Celica the family has kept it near-pristine, with the only blemish a spot of chipped paint from where Impus Major backed it into the garage door with some force, so maybe all my drivers are mature and careful enough to keep The Void intact.
Time will tell...
Dearest Father, I am quite mature for my age, and I would be all too happy to chauffeur you or My Dear Lady Mother to wherever you wish to go!!!
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I swear, The Boi is built different.
It's overcast with impending rain. PG&E is out front doing tree work so there are chainsaws and chipper shredders working overtime. Our gardener showed up and did his thing.
And Mephisto's like, "Whatevs. Let me out!"
(The most astonishing was when Impus Minor took him out front on a leash just as PG&E was getting started. He's rolling around on the sidewalk. Chipper shredder starts up 50 yards away. Don't care. Impus Minor carries him back to the back yard. Neighbor's labradoodle loses it and starts barking at them. Don't care. Didn't even flinch.)
He is so absolutely convinced of his invulnerability it's kind of terrifying.
(Morrigan went outside for 15 seconds and was like, "Oh, no, nuh-uh," and demanded to come back in.)
It should be, but Honda doesn't do it.Color isn't really high on my priorities. My main consideration for color is that I'd prefer it to be lighter to absorb less heat from the sun. If i were more concerned with that I would likely just go to the manufacturer website, setup the build, and have them ship it to a dealership (which I'm pretty sure is a thing you can do).
Could you get it wrapped?
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In other news, I should have known that this Rocky Road stout would be disgusting, and it surely is. A thin stout (thin!) with a vague aftertaste of cheap strawberry nougat. Brewed in Armley, presumably in some godforsaken corner of the prison in that particular part of Leeds.
In other news, I should have known that this Rocky Road stout would be disgusting, and it surely is. A thin stout (thin!) with a vague aftertaste of cheap strawberry nougat. Brewed in Armley, presumably in some godforsaken corner of the prison in that particular part of Leeds.
If it makes you feel better, I finished of my last bit of tonic water with tequila. So strange a flavor. I didn’t dump it out though.
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There are things you're not supposed to publicize because of the whole, "If he gets one, I deserve one too," approach of almost all of humanity. "Wait! You gave him 10% off and I don't understand why! Now you have to give me 10% off or I'm going to throw a tantrum and block the line and threaten to sue and make you regret ever doing anything decent for anyone, ever!"
But this was so above and beyond the pale I feel recognition is deserved.
The dealership comped me the $2,200 repair bill for the Prius because:
(a) They couldn't save the car, and
(b) I've been a loyal customer for 20 years.
I've never experienced anything like it. The team just got together and said they were sorry for my loss, and told me not to worry about any expenses.
I then got to drive the Prius home for the last time. To say I got verklempt is a gross understatement. Soooo many memories. 234,000 miles of the kids growing up, trips to Disneyland, teaching the kids to drive, watching the kids take their friends places, all wrapped up in a filthy red dent-ridden ball of mediocre hybrid.
I could afford to replace the engine, but it makes no sense; the hybrid battery likely only has 2-3 years left on it.
So I'll miss the old girl, and I don't mind admitting I'm tearing up a bit even writing this up this morning.
This may well be an obsessive-compulsive's problem, but...
...to no one's surprise, California's smog reduction program won't pay you to take an old Prius off the road, so we're going to donate the car. GothBard suggested the Berkeley Humane Society, and they have a handy-dandy, "Fill in this form and we'll pick up your car," form...
...except...
...the critical question of WHEN isn't mentioned.
We have lots of things left to do with the Prius:
(1) I need to go through it with a fine-toothed comb and make sure we don't leave anything behind, with the possible exception of Impus Minor's ring, which we still think the kittens got inside the house, so it may be a false hope.
(2) GothBard and Impus Minor have to take it on "last drive" trips. It's surprisingly emotional. Both me and Impus Major were moved to tears, or at least watery eyes.
(3) Shiro has to take it on a test drive and open up the hood to try to diagnose it himself. (Yes, he's in town, and as I mentioned he used to rebuild engines as a hobby, so he still doesn't believe the dealership's diagnosis.)
(4) We have to have a little farewell ceremony, 'cause we're silly.
All of that could possibly be done today, but I don't want to fill out the form and have them say, "OK, we'll be there in an hour."
So in all likelihood everyone will get in their goodbyes and such today and tomorrow, I'll fill in the form tomorrow, and they'll say, "OK. See you in May!"
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Costco Delivery Robocall: Your appliance delivery and installation will take place tomorrow between noon and 2:00 pm. An adult over the age of 18 must be present in the house.
GothBard and NobodysHome:
I have a hard enough time finding a car I can fit in. my legs bend weirdly, So i CAN"T have that center console there. i need to put my knee to the right to have my foot go up and down on the gas.
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I just don't understand why Costco finds it so easy, and other companies find it so hard.
Appliance delivery guys show up 22 minutes before the delivery window. OK. This is actually an issue, but it happened to be convenient for us. Designated English-speaker is friendly, I show him the route I want him to take, and where all the old parts are. Does he need anything else? "Nah, man! You already pulled out all the old stuff for us! This is going to be easy!"
Takes a few snapshots, he and his two guys manually carry everything in (apparently dollys are for the old and infirm), set it up, and 22 minutes later I have a fully-functional stacked washer and dryer set. Not a single piece of trash in front or in back; everything's been picked up, cleaned up, and hauled away. It looked like he just eyeballed the leveling, but unless he's Captain Yesterday caliber he was hiding a level somewhere 'cause left-right front-back and diagonals are all perfectly level (yes, I keep a level in my kitchen. Doesn't everyone?).
An absolutely picture-perfect, pain-free, "Everyone should have an installation experience like this," And Costco nails it every single time. And no one else does.
My guess is that they bother to pay a fair wage to their deliverypeople or something anti-American like that.
I swear, The Boi is built different.
It's overcast with impending rain. PG&E is out front doing tree work so there are chainsaws and chipper shredders working overtime. Our gardener showed up and did his thing.
And Mephisto's like, "Whatevs. Let me out!"
(The most astonishing was when Impus Minor took him out front on a leash just as PG&E was getting started. He's rolling around on the sidewalk. Chipper shredder starts up 50 yards away. Don't care. Impus Minor carries him back to the back yard. Neighbor's labradoodle loses it and starts barking at them. Don't care. Didn't even flinch.)
He is so absolutely convinced of his invulnerability it's kind of terrifying.
(Morrigan went outside for 15 seconds and was like, "Oh, no, nuh-uh," and demanded to come back in.)
YEAH
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This may well be an obsessive-compulsive's problem, but...
...to no one's surprise, California's smog reduction program won't pay you to take an old Prius off the road, so we're going to donate the car. GothBard suggested the Berkeley Humane Society, and they have a handy-dandy, "Fill in this form and we'll pick up your car," form...
...except...
...the critical question of WHEN isn't mentioned.
You called?
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in order for it to be electric:
-You Can't See It
-You Gotta feel it
-Its shocking
-boogie woogie woogie
It's very useful to have a mechanically-adept skeptic around.
Shiro listened to the Prius' engine for 5 seconds and confirmed it was a valve issue; either low oil pressure or a damaged camshaft. To find out which you need to remove the valve cover on the engine, which he confirmed would take a couple of hours on the Prius. I was pretty sure the shop guys hadn't done that. So Shiro asked how far it had been driven in this condition. "Probably a couple hundred miles."
"Yeah, then most likely you're screwed."
He still doesn't respect the shop for not taking the time to remove the valve cover and be 100% sure, but given the information they had they made a reasonable judgement, in his opinion.
Ironically, we're going to see Electric Callboy tonight at the Masonic.
This is an Interesting Story.
I'd call a dolly a sack truck, and the left-hand wheel on mine has given out. My attempt to keep it going with strategically placed duct tape has failed, to my shock and chagrin (what, there's something duct tape CAN'T fix?!), so new wheels it is. After nine years of loyal and devoted service, it definitely deserves an upgrade.
Thief.
I swear I simply cannot understand how people can go around carrying so much hate in their hearts and not just keel over.
For the Prius' final days, we don't have enough parking spaces so I put it in front of a neighbor's house, asked him if it was OK for me to leave it there for a couple of days, and he said, "Sure! And thanks for asking!"
So of course someone keyed the living s**t out of it after we'd left it there for 36 hours. A long, deep gash going from the back door on the driver's side, all the way across the driver's door, then up across the fender and onto the hood. Someone went to a lot of work on that scratch.
Our theories are either:
(1) Dude's back yard co-tenant (the house is one rental, the studio in back is the other),
(2) Woman who had an idiotic traffic face-off with GothBard a couple of weeks ago. Though it's hard to imagine her remembering the Prius after all this time.
It's like, "Y'know, the Prius has been here for a decade. You MUST have noticed it. You could've knocked on our door and asked us to move it instead of vandalizing it to the point we'd've had to paint out that scratch to prevent rust."
But people would rather be hateful and lash out. And it saddens me. Both because it makes the world a worse place, and because the world they live in must be very miserable.
I swear, kids.
Every 6 months I get the insurance cards. Into the folder in the glove they go. Every 12 months I get the registration card. Into the folder in the glove it goes. I know Impus Major got pulled over in the Prius a few months ago (a year?), so he had to show his license and registration to the officer.
So now I'm donating the car and getting all the paperwork ready and the registration card is utterly gone.
Fortunately, it doesn't sound like they need it; they just want to know it's registered and get the pink slip. But still...