I felt that Snagglepuss was even better. I don't want to give any of the story away, but he's a counterculture playwright in LA Hollywood during the McCarthy era red scare of the early 50s.
This person has destroyed public property. Whether or not he pays, his name should be made public. People who know him should know what kind of person he is. His employer should know who they have hired. His employer's customers should know who they are dealing with.
This is not normal behavior. This person is a sociopath and society needs to know who he is.
The output is only as good as the model being used. If you want to write code then use a model designed for code. Over the weekend I wrote an Android app to be able to connect my phone to my Ollama instance from off my network. I've never done any coding beyond scripts, and the AI walked me through setting up the IDE and a git repository before we even got started on the code. 3 hours after I had the idea I had the app installed and working on my phone.
21 And the Lord beheld Jerusalem, and lo, the cries of the oppressed pierced the heavens-the stranger scorned, the widow plundered, and justice trampled underfoot. 22 Then the Lord spake: "Ye have sown violence; ye shall reap desolation sevenfold. As ye have measured to the poor, so shall it be meted unto you, and My fury shall wax hot as a furnace. 23 And He summoned pillars of fire to devour the towers of pride, and a nation afar, whose swords were hewn as scythes, to break the gates thereof; for the Lord delivered the city into their hand
One thing I always do with chicken thighs is push my finger in there between the meat and the skin and separate it. Take a bit of herbed butter and stick in there. Then bake it. The skin gets extra crispy and easily pulls away from the meat.
When my wife and I started dating we would occasionally get together with a group of her friends at a local restaurant. There were usually between 8-12 of us, and we'd have drinks and some people would get an appetizer while others ate. My first time at this get-together I was hungry, and showed up expecting that we'd be having dinner. Everyone is sitting around talking, and I'm trying to follow conversations and be involved, but I was distracted by my hunger. The server came over a few times with drinks, but she had never brought menus. 30 minutes or so passed when the server came back, topping off some water glasses, but there was good conversation going so she didn't interrupt. I meant to politely ask for a menu, but what came out was more of a bark "Can we get some menus!?". I was so embarrassed, and I'm sure, 20 years later, some of those friends probably still think of me as an asshole who yells at servers. Anyway, I think what I'm trying to say is, maybe this guy isn't an asshole, but instead he just got stung by a bee on the tip of his finger and he's showing the server.
Now I need to go reread it. I have the original comics, so time to go on a hunt!
I'm glad you enjoyed it.