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Composing music, crafting VR worlds, training AI, building mobile apps, and blending art with tech. From microcontrollers to melodies, I bring ideas to life.

Canada
Joined September 2010
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Honestly, grok bot is absolutely mind bending awesome. I can't even stress it enough, I'm really amazed by how good it works
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I think that even if the jihadist terrorist would have succeeded and crashed the plane in Tel Aviv killing thousands, same idiots would have claimed it's a false flag planned by Israel.
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Seedance 2.0 Prompt: Sum up the AI discourse in a meme - make sure it’s retarded and gets 50 likes.
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Happy new year!
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You know that feeling when the pizza trying to escape?
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Playing a cover of Wicked Games on the piano
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This is interesting... I can't wait to see what they find inside!
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A vibrant futuristic cityscape at dusk, with towering neon-lit skyscrapers intertwined with glowing neural networks and AI circuits pulsing like veins, a sleek hovercar zipping through the sky trailing sparks of data streams, diverse crowd of humans and humanoid robots mingling on elevated walkways, holographic billboards advertising xAI innovations, dramatic purple-orange sunset sky with shooting stars, highly detailed, cinematic lighting, in the style of Syd Mead and cyberpunk art, ultra-high resolution, engaging and mysterious atmosphere.
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Do you remember when you joined X? I don't.. but apparently it remembers... #MyXAnniversary
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playing with grok new video feature
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I died on a Wednesday, three minutes flat, during a root canal—dentist slipped, drilled too deep, and my heart noped out. Lousy day to croak, but beats Tuesday. Next thing I know, I’m in this foggy pit, stinking of stale coffee and regret, and there’s my dead friend Avi, sprawled at a wobbly card table, splitting peanuts with Adolf Hitler. Avi’s got his boots up, leather jacket unzipped, looking smug. Hitler’s in that dumb uniform, shelling peanuts and stacking them into a shaky little bunker. I stomp over, dental bib flapping, and yell, “Avi, what the hell, man? You’re chilling with him?” Avi looks up, all casual. “Oh, hey, good to see you too. Dead already? That was quick.” He grins like I’m crashing his gig. “Don’t dodge me,” I snap, pointing at Hitler, who’s patting his peanut bunker like it’s a masterpiece. “This guy? Really?” Avi shrugs, pops a peanut. “What can I say? Dude likes me. The super-famous evil guy who hates Jews? Thinks I’m the best. Kinda flattering, you know?” “Flattering?” I’m shouting, voice bouncing in the haze. “He’s Hitler, Avi! Gas chambers, war, genocide!” Hitler slams the table, peanuts tumbling, and yells, “That’s bullshit! Ve only shot them in zi back of the head!” Avi cackles, nearly falls off his chair. “See? He’s unhinged, but he’s my fan. Boosted the population here too—bagel shops, art galleries, all his fault.” I’m gaping. “Your fan? ‘Shot them in the back’ is better? And you’re smug about it?” Avi nods, tossing Hitler a peanut. “Yeah, man, I’m his exception. Hates the rest, loves my vibe. Plus, this place rocks now—his mess made it cool.” Hitler catches the peanut, fumbles it into his bunker, and Avi snickers like it’s prime-time comedy. I’m about to kick the table when the haze spins, and a hygienist’s voice cuts in—“Clear!”—zapping me back. I wake up drooling on the dental chair, alive, pissed, and tasting metal. Later, I’m at a diner with buddies, scarfing fries, still fuming. I slam my soda down. “You won’t believe this—Avi’s up there hanging with Hitler.” Mike, mid-fry, squints at me. “Wait, wait, wait. He’s hanging with the Hitler? Like, mustache, swastika Hitler?” “Yeah,” I say, “and get this—Hitler likes him. Loves him, even.” “Likes him?” Mike’s voice jumps. “You’re telling me Adolf Hitler, Mr. Evil, is into Avi? Like, obsessed?” “Obsessed,” I nod. “Says Avi’s the exception. Thinks he’s a genius. Built a peanut bunker just to impress him.” Mike leans back, fries forgotten. “A peanut bunker? That’s—hold on, Hitler’s a fanboy? Of Avi? The guy who once got dumped for eating soup too loud?” “Yep,” I say, smirking. “Flattered as hell about it too.” Mike stares, then mutters, “Wow. I mean, wow.” He picks up a fry, points it at me. “I’ve never even met a dictator.” Three Minutes with Avi and Adolf - short story I prompted from grok, Edgar Keret style with a Larry David ending about dying for few minutes and finding your dead friend is hanging with Hitler
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I’ve got 3 chill videos up on my YouTube channel.. GLSL shaders for trippy visuals, procedural music with 432hz healing frequencies and oscillating stereo bass to crush anxiety and help you sleep solid. Plenty more coming. Subscribe: youtube.com/@vynsomniac?si=D…
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