Should have just played along. Free wife.

Back when generative image AIs first came into general awareness with Dalle-3 and Stable Diffusion and so forth, there was a fad of changing image alt text into deliberately misleading nonsense. Which, of course, was not great for the visually impaired back then either. It was ineffective and short lived, but it's still pretty annoying seeing people proudly declaring their intent to make things deliberately difficult for people who rely on technology for this kind of stuff. So IMO worth pointing out.

Except that the environmental impact of AI data centers is actually quite small compared to tons of other things that they could be protesting.

It's quite ironic, there's an old golf course near my home town that's likely going to be replaced with a data center in the near future (it's shutting down and being rezoned, that's enough to get the protests started) but golf courses are way more water-hungry than data centers are.

By "bad faith troll and AI evangelist" XLE means "someone I disagree with about this topic, and therefore that I follow around obsessively accusing of being a troll."

He's really rather sad that way, I notice that every thread I've been in over the past few days with any relation to AI he's been adding this comment to. Guess he noticed me again. At least he's stopped calling me a literal bot or accusing me of being "from Reddit" as if that meant something nefarious.

They'll get protested anyway since those aren't the real motive behind the protests to begin with.

He said it was for a long-term power outage, not the literal apocalypse.

But even in the case of the literal apocalypse, with the grid permanently down, solar panels can last decades. I see no reason not to have something like this.

Yeah, she was a lot of fun. I forgot to mention one other prominent thing. At first, every time she used her "divine smite" ability she would shout "DIVINE SMITE!" At the top of her air-vacuoles. But at one point in the campaign she decided she needed to be a more independent and distinctive person (long story behind that) and so she started making up a new attack name to shout each time. I had a giant document full of them, crossing each off as I used it so it would be unique. A few examples:

• Celestial phoenix wing blade storm!
• Void serpent's infinite fang strike!
• Seven star sacred sword dance!
• Infinite void's time-shattering dimension slash!
• Omega Devastation: Existence Unravelled Vacuum Implosion Technique!
• Divine four-sword eight-edge wheel technique!
• Eternal night's soul-devouring shadow strike!
• Demon lord's ultimate life-reaping scythe!
• Heavenly demon's apocalypse-bringing devil claw!
• Cataclysmic Supernova Annihilation!
• Godslayer's Quintessential Obliteration!
• Earthquake God’s Heaven-Splitting Strike!

It was still just a divine smite, of course. A couple of extra d8s of radiant damage.

So evidently, people either can't tell when AI is being used or don't care when AI is being used.

A tricky question. I've always treated my characters "seriously", in that I treat them as if they were real people with real histories and motivations and so forth, so even when they're seemingly silly in concept they are always ready to be serious.

I'm thinking probably the one who fits the "silly" moniker best was Puddle Dapplesky. She was a plasmoid paladin in a Spelljammer setting who was dead set on being an elf.

Not physically, obviously - she wasn't an idiot. Indeed, she was proud of her plasmoid physiology and often expressed bafflement at how attached everyone else in the party were to their bones. Bones only hold you back, she insisted. Other organs too, for that matter. She sang a couple of songs over the course of the campaign and one of my favourites was titled "You Don't Need a Brain to be Smart" in which she pointed out all the downsides of having a brain (you can't squirt it through small openings, one good blow to it knocks you out) and that real intelligence came from the heart (metaphorically of course since she didn't have one of those either). She'd often propose plans that required the party to get rid of their bones, sigh when they inevitably refused, and grudgingly propose an alternative that accounted for their inconvenient hinges and stuff.

No, she wanted to be an elf in the sense of being accepted into the Elven Navy as a proper Elven naval officer. She studied the rules and practised them fastidiously. The fact that she was crew on a pirate ship wasn't a problem because early in the campaign she managed to wrangle a letter of marque from the Elven Navy as a reward for helping them out on some issue that slips my mind. So she was a privateer. Entirely different from a pirate, and entirely by the book.

She had decided on this life's goal because a derelict Elven naval ship crashed on the asteroid her plasmoid colony had been living on since time immemorial (it was an extremely dull place, they didn't bother with a calendar since every day was exactl the same). There was a dead elven paladin on board and she claimed her plate mail, literally pouring herself into an Elven mould. The armor had some spiffy magical properties, including a "once a day when making a death save you get an automatic roll of 20". This would have been really handy if she didn't enjoy grappling so much, and as a result would very frequently in mid-combat jump right out of her armor (a bonus action due to her amorphous nature) so that she could get her plasmoid grapple bonus for grappling while naked. I had a separate icon representing her armor I would place on the battle map when that happened so I'd know where the armor was if she got the chance to return to it. Grappling wasn't usually the most optimal thing to do, but she liked showing off her plasmoid prowess. She was also shockingly strong, most opponents were surprised to be physically overpowered by a blob of blue jelly like that.

Later in the campaign she got a cool magic sword that was specially designed for plasmoids. It consisted of hundreds of razor-sharp flakes of steel that floated around in her body until she needed the sword, at which point she could "assemble" it like an extension of her body. Essentially a pseudopod blade, she could take it through one-inch gaps with her. It was a really cool sword. It was also cursed, the sword was possessed by a demon. She knew this when she bought it, it wasn't a secret, but she was quite confident that since she had bought the sword fair and square she possessed it. Legally. The demon kept trying to tempt her to do evil, and she kept reprimanding it and forcing it to fight for good instead. By the end of the campaign it was starting to crack, her resolve to follow the rules was proving stronger than the demon's will.

At the end of the campaign she ended up doing such awesome things for the Elven Navy that the Admirality - with a huge sigh knowing exactly what she would ask for - offered her a boon. She of course immediately requested a commission and was made a genuine captain of the Elven Navy, her life's ambition. They assigned her as captain of that one ship that every navy has where all the rejects and misfits that they can't drum out of the navy for whatever reason get relegated to. But she was happy for the challenge - she would be the elfiest elf on the ship and would whip all those other misfit elves into shape to show them how to be true elves as well.

Good luck to the visually impaired and their screen readers.

Really. He wants to set the precedent that other nations can recover damages caused by your country's environmental impact?

According to the NTSB report:

Electronic data recovered from the vehicle indicated that before the crash, the driver manually overrode FSD (Supervised) by pressing the accelerator pedal to 100%

So no, looks like they checked the logs.