National ID wouldn’t change that unless voter local registration and change-of-address updates were all rigidly and securely integrated.

So long as voter registration is a locally-managed list of names and addresses it’s possible to go in and arbitrarily declare some of the registrations void.

I’m starting to think maybe it was a mistake to let nerd media take over the world.

I suspect Google wouldn’t publish this.

Eugenics? A guy going bald that early?

Has he never heard of a humidifier? Good lord.

will automate millions of jobs if it works, might kneecap the economy

will kneecap the economy if it works, too. Because companies certainly aren’t going to keep people employed in those millions of jobs.

Rice and beans, not eggs.

Merriam-Webster says “marked by a wild irrational staring of the eyes”

Which sounds a bit more accurate than a mere physical quirk.

Weird that a young lesbian couple would be so anti-gay.

Doh! Should have read the full Wikipedia article.

Pfft. Real hoopy froods play Heroclix.

I do not play Heroclix but I bought some about 20 years ago.

Jesus christ 20 years? Huh. Also I didn’t notice but it was discontinued in 2008.

Yeah that was my read of the game from my first exposure to it. “You have to buy cards sight-unseen hoping to get good ones? That’s a scam.”

It’s like they looked at Dungeons and Dragons product churn and thought “No, that’s not shitty enough”

The Auryn project has a sub-project called North Star, founded by a VC partner, and a Bain Capital veteran, among others.

The whole thing gives me the ick.

Books would be really boring if the protagonists were all just the author speaking as themself but using various funny voices.

Shovels that are less and less competitive over time.

Perhaps that’s part of why so many SV types are backing Trump. Grifting off Trump may be their fallback after the AI bubble collapses.

Welcome to Alcor Towers.

Someone send Roko a copy of James K. Morrow’s novel “Towing Jehovah” which involves the enormous corpse of God being towed, by a (much smaller) oil tanker, from near the Equator north to a fijord for burial in a cave. (I lost interest toward the end).

It’s not strictly relevant - I don’t think the crew sets up on the corpse itself - but it’d be fun to watch where Roko’s head goes.

“Step One: We kill God. Step Two: We harvest the cadaver, plastinate it, and build our city.”

A million red-hot tungsten balls.

Just program the godlike AI to turn everything into pykrete instead of paperclips.

Problem solved.