Bryan Knouse

@charliebcurran we’re all going to hell

I used AI to turn the JP Morgan sex scandal into a 90s Wall Street thriller, with fruit.

@i2cjak Im assuming you’re gonna build the complete missile and I am looking forward to seeing photos of it

The US Naval Research Center, China Lake has produced over 100 thousand AIM-9 heat seekers but I don't think most people realize how simple they are to build. I was able to source parts and design one with a single prompt using my site, griftrd. It's powered off an ESP32.

@andruyeung Why would you pay $25k to guide yourself out of the jungle

I’m obsessed with this company. It’s probably the MOST unique travel company to ever exist. It’s called Black Tomato. They do regular tours and travel planning. But they have this insane thing called the “Get Lost” experience It’s for groups of 12. They drop you in an unknown, uncharted location via helicopter. It could be the dessert, jungle, mountains, beach. You have no idea where you're going until you arrive. Your job is to navigate your way through using coordinates. No phones. No GPS. You win by making it till the end. The kicker: Starts at $25,000 per person.

@JKash000 @zerohedge @StalinCruz These accounts have to be bots right. There’s no way these are real people.

@zerohedge @StalinCruz Trump is right, but I doubt Vietnam would have even happened if he was President.

TRUMP: I WOULD HAVE WON VIETNAM VERY QUICKLY

@Petertodd Accept responsibility for who we are and how we communicate ourselves? Absolutely not!

One day, all the Palantir haters will have to come to grips with the reality that the disinformation surrounding the company was deliberately created by our adversaries who feared its potential to strengthen and embolden the ability of free and democratic societies.

@elonmusk @Not_the_Bee Yeah it sounds great but this is so detached from reality. Guaranteed this will not happen in your or my lifetime.

Actually, AI/Robotics will mean everyone can have a penthouse if they want. The output of goods & services will be several orders of magnitude higher than today’s economy. Read the Iain Banks Culture books for the best imagining of how it will be. That said, what is the future you want? Amazing abundance seems the best to me.

Universal HIGH INCOME via checks issued by the Federal government is the best way to deal with unemployment caused by AI. AI/robotics will produce goods & services far in excess of the increase in the money supply, so there will not be inflation.

@hard_boiledbabe Which philosophy club is this?

Last night I watched a room full of people rail ketamine while naked women spat tequila into people's mouths on stage

@GamewithDave Halo

For anyone who used a computer between 1990 & 2005… what’s the one game you still think about?

@sloprules 10/10 no notes

FanDuel is a book dumbass

@andruyeung This is just not true at all

Nightlife in nyc is shifting from alcohol-induced socializing to activities that combine connection with intellectual interest. Out: clubbing, drinking games, bars without themes. In: lectures at bars, philosophy clubs, board game nights, reading meetups. Gen Z'ers are paying $40 a ticket to attend these things. Someone is going to build a massive platform aggregating these activities for the next generation.

@aakashgupta You missed the most important part: tennis is played by wealthy people

Tennis players live 9.7 years longer than sedentary people. Not 9.7 months. 9.7 years. Nearly a decade. The Copenhagen City Heart Study tracked 8,577 people for 25 years and ranked every sport by how much life it adds. Badminton: 6.2 years. Soccer: 4.7. Cycling: 3.7. Swimming: 3.4. Jogging: 3.2. Tennis almost triples jogging. A separate study of 80,000 adults found racket sports cut all-cause mortality by 47% and cardiovascular death by 56%. Swimming hit 41%. Aerobics hit 36%. The question is why racket sports destroy everything else. Three mechanisms stack on top of each other. First, the physical demands. A tennis rally requires explosive sprints, lateral cuts, and sustained aerobic output. You're training fast-twitch and slow-twitch muscle fibers simultaneously. Most cardio only trains one system. Second, the cognitive load. You're reading spin, predicting angles, adjusting position, and executing motor patterns in real-time. Your brain is solving spatial puzzles at 80+ mph. That hand-eye coordination and strategic processing builds neural connections that protect against cognitive decline. Third, and this is the one researchers keep coming back to: you literally cannot play alone. Every racket sport requires another person on the other side of the net. That forced social interaction triggers neurochemical benefits that solitary exercise cannot replicate. Strong social connection alone increases your chance of longevity by 50%. Jogging is you and your thoughts. Tennis is you, a strategic opponent, and a community. Dr. Daniel Amen is right. The data is overwhelming. If you want the single highest-ROI activity for a longer life, pick up a racket.

@flameosumeet 100% same. I have the best memories of this experience in 2006 Germany and even 2022 in Qatar we still got this experience! I’m very worried the US will not do such an amazing event the justice it deserves.

Good God. What are FIFA doing? This was the biggest selling point for me, tailgates with all the different cultures and foods would’ve been awesome.

@ChrisJBakke okay this one felt targeted

Running a company: 2020: can you survive a pandemic? 2021: still here? we’re going to give all of your competitors $100m series A rounds. 2022: wow, you made it? okay, all engineers cost $600,000/year now. 2023: nice job! okay, SVB failed and we’re going to take away your bank account. 2024: a survivor I see. but can you pivot from ai to crypto to defense tech back to ai-enabled defense tech in a 12 month period to stay relevant? 2025: unfortunately all of your competitors have raised $2b series B rounds. oh and only 500 engineers are relevant and they cost $100m/yr each. 2026: well, well, well. you’re still in business? let’s deploy the thunderclap of godlike LLMs from the heavens so all of your customers can rebuild your app in 2 hours. can you survive?

Why do they bother adding recipes to the advertising websites i want to visit? All I want to see is ads, multiple layers of ads, dynamic ads, ads that hide the X button. I do not at all want to see the maple butternut squash recipe i need.

@saylor it’s incredible that people like this get rich in America.

You weren’t meant to live an uncomfortable life. $STRC

Owl had a payload on this mission. Our first SpaceDuck to LEO, developed in collaboration with researchers at Cal Poly and their Cubesat lab. A long road to get here but couldn’t be more proud of the team and inspired by the road ahead.

@dekker Okay fair but so far it appears this video is AI

I have no bias here. This is a tech 10/10 times. For multiple reasons… it would have lost the game for his team and he would have tried to fight the officials like he did nothing wrong. I just don’t understand it at all. Also, referees need to grow a spine in instances like this.

what an ending my god. Go UConn.

@BrianRoemmele I want this

This is absolutely astounding! A printer that prints circuit board traces. I am going all in on this. We will have a 100x increase in production and testing!

@Scearpo jesus christ

Imagine getting nuzzled by that gargantuan schnozz in the middle of the night, a limp manicured hand reaching out through under your arm and rubbing your bare chest with the trained motions of a courteous prostitute. A simulation of intimate desire from an unfeeling scab. Morning light through a kitchen window. Sallow dumpy ass squeezed into discount leggings, bare feet with wrinkled long toes, tilting up to reach for a tub of peanut butter. Two different flavors of Oreos in the pantry. A metal minimalist cross on the wall is paired with an "All things through Christ" quote in TJMaxx cursive. She squints at you through the dead eyes of a Saharan rug salesman while her toothy gummy smile stretches wide in a rehearsed fashion. Pictures on the walls with open mouth smiles. Haggard bare shinned kayak vacations and trips to Disney. A television in the living room cuts to commercial break, uttering "the past" in some product quote, only to trigger a vivid flashback in both of you. In your memories, youth pastor guitar sing-a-long. Donuts at the Wednesday night church meetup. Veggie Tales and Iron Giant on VHS. $15 sheet cake from the grocery store. Baseball practice. Hot dog barbecue. Getting yelled at for reading Eragon and feeling guilty about it. Mentally retarded golden retriever. Football tossed in the back yard. Spaghetti night. Only Wii Sports resort and music rhythm games allowed. Your first beer at 24. In her memories, blackout drunk rape bait. Getting fingered by her cousin at a Bat Mitzvah and liking it. Jello shots, mischling anal. Jean skirts and rattan wedges. Parents divorcing. Xanax. Coke. Alcohol. Cigarettes. The taste of spit in her mouth. Sucking dick for benzos. Psychiatric ward. Getting molested. Aesthetic "suicide attempt". Black boyfriend. Hanging out with black people. Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing on the TV while she passes out on Xanax. Scrolling through nose surgery before/after shorts on cocaine. Waitress - stripper - RN pathway. Every moment between the two of you is a pregnant pause and an awkward silence that gets filtered in your mind as the natural idiosyncrasies of any relationship. To you, anything is everything and is forever always. All is normal and all is good because there has never been anything else. You are a suppliant little slaughterhouse cattle being eaten alive while simultaneously rejuvenating your own flesh through sheer ignorant pleasance. Even when attacked by the overwhelming scorn of reality, you concoct fantastical martyrdoms to uphold your ego. It's not only not a problem your wife is ran through, it's your DUTY to be married to her. The instinctual discomfort you smother to death before it can even boil into jealous rage is simply your cross to bear. The more she has defiled herself, the more God rewards your forgiveness. All of it is upheld by the barest promise of guilt and shame on her behalf, a golem's inscription keeping you in a state of righteous indignation. Even as you subconsciously acknowledge the stark embarrassment of your circumstances through a Twitter confessional, you close your eyes and open your arms waiting to receive the onslaught. You know your love can weather anything and your Titanic heads directly for the iceberg as proof of resilience All the while she reads the gospel and writes in her shame journal. She has absolutely no fear of where her relationship is headed, not even in the depths of her husband's hubris. Every ounce of exposure to her shameful past only nestles further in the direction of the barbs her conscious defense mechanism has developed. There are no thoughts in her mind, no feelings in her heart. Unlike the cuckhold's rage fantasy, she actually doesn't think about other men or wish to be filled any deeper than what you can muster. She's not satisfied or unsatisfied, she's not anything. She has evaporated her conscious thought and is in a state of cosmic slumber. You tell her the name Jesus Christ and her material carcass repeats back "Praise Be" in Pavlovian reflex but there is no image in her mind, no stirring in her heart. She just latches onto you at night, pressing her palms on your chest and her chest against your back. A little fleshy backpack parasite, siphoning the childlike energy from you as you become an emaciated husk propelled by the performative signalling of your own relationship. You are essentially a married eunuch, a posterboy for being God's little garbage man. An ancient Roman slurry sluice to collect society's rejects, unwanteds, and scumbags. You are the grease that gets crushed and squeezed between the gears of civilization to keep society running in relative peace.