Many years ago, the Supreme Court ruled that corporations were people too. Thanks to A.I., the Fundl Corporation is now a real boy.
See The Weekly Humorist [March 31, 2025]
Thanks to A.I., the Fundl Corporation is now a real boy.
Many years ago, the Supreme Court ruled that corporations were people too. Thanks to A.I., the Fundl Corporation is now a real boy.
See The Weekly Humorist [March 31, 2025]
Some D.E.I. initiatives are better than others; we should be studying that, and not abandoning the whole idea.
If your customer base is offended by a transgender spokesperson, that has nothing to do with how you run your accounting department. The greater threat is using this as an excuse to roll back civil rights.
We Should Improve D.E.I., Not Erase It, New York Times [March 28, 2025]
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Sarah looked around, which didn’t take long: The gas lawn mower; the partially filled hole described in his hilarious groundhog invasion story at the cookout last Saturday night; six useless flowerpots, cracked and spilling dirt; and the time machine.
This started as one thing and I’m not sure how it became this other thing. Then it became the prologue to a novel.
Tom entered the shed and turned on the overhead light. He edged over to let Sarah in. He motioned for her to close the door behind her. Sarah motioned that this was ridiculous. It drifted on its hinges and partially closed on its own. He shuffled over to the wall to the right of the door, the nail holding the rake snagging his t-shirt for an inch before releasing it. There wasn’t much room. It seemed a mistake to be in here wearing flip-flops. She kept her ankles as close together as possible without falling over while she found a level spot. Sarah looked around, which didn’t take long: The gas lawn mower; the partially filled hole described in his hilarious groundhog invasion story at the cookout last Saturday night; six useless flowerpots, cracked and spilling dirt; and the time machine.
“That’s the time machine?” Sarah asked, since he hadn’t offered.