@yayaver #Alt4You #AltText

A white mug with a dark red rim being held up against a balcony railing. The mug has a simple line drawing print of a bell curve diagram on it. At the top of the curve it says "Don't be mean". Towards the far right end, around the 90th percentile, there's a vertical mark and the text "Be significant".

@campuscodi

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Who may be at risk: Only people who downloaded and installed from jdownloader.org during 6th-7th May 2026 (UTC) using one or more website download links for "Download Alternative Installer" and/or the affected Linux shell installer link - see the timeline below.
Who is not affected: Everything that is not among the at-risk cases above - all other downloads and install paths on this site, existing installations, in-app updates, and installations from any other source.

@campuscodi

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SHINYHUNTERS
rooting your systems since '19;)
ShinyHunters has breached Instructure (again). Instead of contacting us to resolve it they ignored us and did some "security patches".
▲ WARNING

@conifergirl.bsky.social

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Top Panel: Shows trump with civil rights leader Jesse Jackson and the caption, "IF HE SAYS THIS PROVES HE'S NOT RACIST..."
Bottom Panel: Shows trump with the late financier and convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein and the caption, "WHAT DOES THIS PROve?"

@peter

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For a few moments, all was quiet except the classroom's ticking radiators.
Then, a teary-eyed confession: one of the ostensible authors said she only used AI because she was scared of looking stupid, of being criticized for bad writing. She said she loved writing stories and hated having used AI. But she couldn't stop herself, recounting a sequence similar to an addict's descent: at first she fed her story into AI for a grammar check, it suggested line edits and she accepted, then it asked if she wanted structural edits, then it offered to rewrite the entire piece.

@peter

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Al's prose is perfectly mediocre, producing the sort of inert gloss that reads like a Frankensteinian amalgam of MFA-workshopped writing, an unintentional parody of the style it mimics. The resultant stories and essays are simulacra of thought, generated via pattern recognition learned from millions of human-penned words, rooted in no particular experience by no particular person. Al writing reminds me of Tennyson's description of the beautiful Maud in the titular poem:
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null Dead perfection; no more
Insightful readers feel that emptiness even if they can't articulate it. They sense that the body moves without a brain. By contrast, student-written fiction is gloriously flawed, a struggle on the page between what the author is trying to say and what's actually being said. The prose stumbles in a way reminiscent of a foal learning how to walk: even in their trembling legs I see hints of future grace. Such clumsiness is necessary; its absence would be proof of the foal never having learned to walk.