I always end up going back to Sweet Baby Ray's. Every once in awhile I'll try something fancier but I always end up going back.

I vote defederate. This isn't a question of putting up with a little fascist rhetoric on an otherwise acceptable instance. Exploding heads is exclusively fascist rhetoric, bad faith users, and spam bots.

We have nothing to gain from listening to them.

Anyone that says otherwise is lying.

Mathematics for Machine Learning by Marc Deisenroth and Deep Learning by Ian Goodfellow. Two great books for theory but practice always helps too.

Nice try to trawl for answers to security questions! I'll never reveal that my earliest memory is playing with my first dog Chestnut in my childhood home on Oak St with my mother whose last name prior to marriage was Jessop!

Aye, squatting on the name is the best way to keep that den of jackasses from popping up somewhere else.

But your side effect is infinite power.

KSP: "Your mom gets around so much she's in a highly eccentric orbit."

Finally, I've been freed from my hellish burden.

A standup turned game-show host and the world's most successfully failed venture capitalist are the policy shapers this world truly needs. /s

I saw a stranger riding a bicycle along the gravel trail surrounding the reflecting pool of the Lincoln Memorial in DC. He was kitted out like a tour de Francer and was riding way too fast for being in a crowded area. So inevitably some tourist steps into his path. Instead of hitting her he threw the bike to the ground and launched himself over the handlebars, landing with a perfect shoulder roll. He dusted himself off, asked if the tourist was alright, and zoomed off into the twilight with his bicycle.

So he perfectly diffused a dangerous situation that was entirely of his own creation. I've never known exactly how to feel about that random dude that was simultaneously super talented and super irresponsible. I'll never forget that random ass dude and his midlife crisis sprint bike.

I've never seen a photo of a fit caveman.