@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

I decided to write a bit more about people mistakenly ascribing intentionality to AIs, and to situate my reasoning with social constructivism and Wittgenstein. https://stevendbrewer.com/the-language-game-ai-edition/

"Now, now, darling, she has a letter of introduction from our dear Bear-Bear."
"Bear-Bear?" she said, her voice suddenly filled with #affection. "Let me see it!" (4/4) #wss366 from The Ground Never Lies

Nila swiveled her chair and spotted Veronica.
"Who are you?" she snapped, in a grating voice. "What are you doing here?"
Veronica's temper rose and she prepared to give this rude woman a piece of her mind. But Elysia cut in first. (3/4) #wss366

She looked back to see that Elysia had put her mouth over Nila's nose.
Nila thrashed and pushed Elysia back.
"You know I hate it when you do that," she snarled.
"Then don't sleep in your office until noon," Elysia said, unapologetically. "Anyway, you have a guest." (2/4) #wss366

"Rise and shine, darling," she said, and kissed her on the forehead. Nila shifted, but didn't awaken. Elysia kissed her again, this time on the mouth. Veronica blushed and looked away. Then she heard a sudden snort of surprise and indignation. (1/4) #wss366

No. Stop saying shit like this. AIs can't "betray" people.

The bear thought for a moment.
"Do you think she would like to have a slumber party in a cave? They're not #lavish surroundings, but they have a certain charm."
Brunhilde's mother smiled. "I think she would like that very much." (3/3) #wss366

"Pardon me," he said. "But could I even fit in the front door of your home?"
"No," she said. "But she is an earnest child. And I thought it better I bring her invitation to you first, so that we can reach some accommodation that doesn't disappoint her." (2/3) #wss366

The bear was surprised when Brunhilde's mother approached him while doing his rounds.
He nodded to her and said, "Ma'am?"
"Brunhilde is having her birthday party in a week," she said, a little stiffly. "And she wanted to invite you to her slumber party."
He looked at her. (1/3) #wss366

#FensterFreitag Amherst College Science Center

"My Poneta evolves to Ponega!" she crowed.
"That's not how #evolution works," he said. "Evolution is something that happens to populations -- not individuals."
"C'mon, Daddy!" she said. "This is Pomemón! This isn't real life."
He sighed.
"Alright. You win." #wss366

#WritersCoffeeClub What time of day is most productive for you? Why?

I always thought of myself as a morning person. I tend to wake up around sunrise (or earlier) and I would often go into work around 7am and get a couple of good hours of work in before other showed up needing things. It was my best time get creative work done.

By contrast, I've found that my best time for writing fiction is at night. I often write until midnight. It's weird. But it works for me.

An afternoon nap helps, tho.

"Chores?"
"I feed the pigs and Teenay feeds the chickens. Bello takes the sheep out. Mama and Sendi milk the cows. And Daddy and #Buck take care of the horses and get tack ready for the day's work."
"What can I do?"
"You get to help!" (2/2) #wss366 from Lady Cecelia's Knowledge, Part Four of Lady Cecelia's Journey

Cecelia squawked in the morning when Kelli and Teenay sprang on her in the bed, jumping around, giggling, and laughing. She rubbed her eyes.
"What's going on?" she yawned.
"Time to do the chores!" Teenay shrieked.
"What time is it?" Cecelia groaned
"Four bells," Kelli said. (1/2) #wss366

Happy National Foundation Day to all who celebrate! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Foundation_Day_(Japan)

#MardaMemo #Esperanto

I can haz boxer dog. #DogsOfMastodon

If Discord moves forward with their plan to require age verification, I will cancel my subscription to nitro and begin looking for alternatives. https://discord.com/press-releases/discord-launches-teen-by-default-settings-globally

Last night, I made some simple comfort food: ground beef with onions, celery, hominy, and petite-diced tomatoes. Today, via @philipbrewer, I see this article that calls it "boy kibble." https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/09/style/boy-kibble-ground-beef-protein-dinner.html?unlocked_article_code=1.K1A.Wgg_.CLf90as6R7Wm&smid=url-share

"Your pardon, Captain," she said, looking down. "I do not drink."
"You'll come in and have a drink!" he shouted. "Captain's orders!"
She tried to flee, but he grabbed her arm and dragged her into his cabin. (3/3) #wss366