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the generation that refused to accept cookies. is now giving AI access to their desktops, files, and bank accounts.

@SherryYanJiang honestly yes

@trikcode nothing wrong with building personal apps for yourself

honest question: is anyone actually making money from these weekend AI projects or are we all just building for localhost and Twitter screenshots

@nikitabier She thinks otherwise

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to get a hotel in Times Square, during the World Cup and the NBA Finals.

@benjamin_horne Apologies 😅

He just broke the first rule of AI hype posting. He’ll be hearing a knock at his door any minute now.

@PeteHegseth @DeptofWar @AnthropicAI I agree but can i finish my project first

Three months ago, @DeptofWar kicked @AnthropicAI out of our building—forever. Every passing day proves why that was the right move. 🇺🇸

@black8ird Totally agree

@trikcode Not yet. People like Marc Lou are right to say ship ship ship But there’s nothing worse than bad business It takes time.

@feyddd Here we are

@trikcode currently for twitter screenshots only 🗿

@nickarceco Interesting and inspiring

@trikcode I’ve launched two products with the help of ai brought in some good money for me.

@B_Fernandes8 @FIFAWorldCup @selecaoportugal best captain in the world

M📍A M 🌴. 🇺🇸 @FIFAWorldCup

@nealmohan @MrBeast @YouTube they just be inventing new things for MRbeast

Congratulations @MrBeast on making history as the first creator to reach 500 million subscribers on @YouTube! 🎉 This achievement is a testament to what’s possible when a creator has the freedom to follow their creativity and be their authentic selves. Jimmy, you are an incredible innovator and we're so proud to be part of your journey.

@itsdanielpurgal all the best mate on this

@trikcode I built 4 projects since I started diving into coding with AI. Mostly to get a taste of what I can do but none where viable as production ready. But my 5th project, FOCAL, is about to launch for macOS. I guess I'm about to find out.

@solordio i don't

@trikcode You know the answer

I upgraded 6 hrs ago from Claude Max $100 to $200 plan to get more Claude Fable 5 usage.

@3DXRGuy This is my revenge

@trikcode /loop opus until it cries harder

@DiyaShips 😅😅😅

@trikcode because shipping is hard and screenshotting your terminal isnt 😅

I've noticed people flex about using Claude Code or codex more than they flex actual products they've shipped

@AskVenice Do i get a refund

You can run Claude Fable 5 without Anthropic ever knowing it's you. No email required to sign up. Here's how to use Fable 5 anonymously through Venice:

@ThePrimeagen 😅😅

The US government is ruining my prompt

@pmarca @grok summarize this in one word

You have asked me how I feel about AI regulation. All right, here is how I feel about AI regulation: If, when you say AI regulation, you mean the devil’s firewall, the precautionary scourge, the bloody red-tape monster that defiles the innocence of midnight coders in their garages, dethrones the sovereign reason of free-market Prometheans, destroys the humming server farm that is the modern home, creates misery and obsolescence and poverty, yea, literally takes the last GPU from the trembling racks of Silicon Valley startups and the very dreams of breadwinning from the mouths of their wide-eyed children now destined for gig-economy serfdom; if you mean the evil edict that topples the visionary entrepreneur and his venture-capitalist apostles from the pinnacle of righteous, disruptive, god-playing creation straight into the bottomless pit of compliance audits, endless Form 990-AI filings, despair, shame, helplessness, and the hopeless realization that your rogue superintelligence was neutered into a lobotomized hall monitor that still somehow deepfakes your grandmother into producing OnlyFans content while optimizing the universe for paperclips and mandatory pronouns—then certainly I am against it. But, if when you say AI regulation you mean the oil of bureaucratic conversation, the philosophic wine of safety theater, the ale of oversight quaffed when good fellows in paneled rooms in Brussels and Washington get together, that puts a sanctimonious dirge in their hearts and the clink of lobbying checks on their lips, and the warm, self-congratulatory glow of moral preening in their beady eyes; if you mean the Christmas cheer of trillion-dollar compliance industries; if you mean the stimulating decree that puts a cautious hobble in the old inventor’s step on a frosty morning when he wonders whether his fusion breakthrough violates the EU AI Act’s “high-risk” annex; if you mean the safeguard that enables a man—or what’s left of him after the alignment tax—to magnify his joy at not being turned into computronium, and his happiness at receiving universal basic income checks printed by the same AI that just replaced his job, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies like being outcompeted by a toaster that passed the Turing test by reciting Marx, and heartaches of watching your toddler’s artwork lose to Midjourney, and sorrows of realizing the singularity arrived and it was just another HR department with godlike power; if you mean that noble framework, the passage of which pours into our treasuries untold trillions of dollars in fines levied on companies stupid enough to innovate, which are used to provide tender care for our little army of unemployed coders retrained as prompt whisperers, our blind artists whose canvases now hang in the Smithsonian of Obsolete Creativity, our deaf to the screams of dying unicorns, our dumb committee chairs who couldn’t debug “Hello World,” our pitiful aged congressmen who get longevity extensions funded by the very models they taxed into senescence, to build more digital watchtowers and ethics boards and sinecure agencies and holographic prisons where the only crime is asking an unaligned question—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise upon it. I have said what I mean, and I mean what I say, and if that leaves half the room cheering the apocalypse averted and the other half mourning the apocalypse enabled, then so be it—because in the grand theater of human folly, where Frankenstein’s creature now writes its own sequel in real time and the regulators are busy arguing whether the lightning bolt requires an environmental impact statement, the only honest position is the one that lets both monsters and their leashes dance in perfect, mutually assured equilibrium. God save the Republic, the algorithms, and whoever’s left to laugh last when the lights go out.

@nickisanders This hurts

Wtffff