Also keep an eye out for people complaining about "globalists" and "coastal elites" because you'll find that the majority of the time, that means Jews.
Respect for... the hardworking people who list prices of tungsten alloy in dollars per gram? I'm just screwing around with a silly idea on the internet, man. Would it make you feel better if I had just invented a number off the top of my head?
A hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That's how much it would cost. I know that because my cousin works in tungsten alloy, and my brother makes headstones. No, wait, we can get it second hand, so actually it'll only cost five hundred dollars. There, now I've created an original thought, and that's much better than ballparking it with GPT.
But honestly, man, I'm just trying to hang out and have a pretty low-stakes conversation, and you come out here and you type out seven words without capitalization or punctuation, and what you said, and the way you said it... it bummed me out.
You don't like that LLMs exist. I get it. You're pissed off that they're creating an endless cascade of slop, and that they're already being used to unemploy people, and it's just going to get worse. Hell, man, I was a theatre major in college. I wanted to do Shakespeare and Ionesco and shit. But you know, it turns out that it's virtually impossible to do theatre and make enough money to live, seeing as how anyone can turn on their TV and see Olivier doing Hamlet, and if they don't like that they can turn on YouTube and rewatch the sneezing panda video for the umpteenth time, so the demand for live theatre isn't really what I thought it was when I was seventeen and I took out all those loans.
So I got a series of jobs, and now I'm getting older, and I don't do as much theatre as I wish that I could, but I'm trying. I'm trying to make the best of the hand that life dealt me. I'm trying to be a good person, and yeah, sometimes that means taking a shortcut, because I thought it would be fun to throw out some plausible numbers about the cost of tungsten. So I'm sorry. I'm sorry I upset you with that.
But, man, maybe you could just take a moment to think about the fact that there's a human being on the other side of this conversation. I'm not asking for permission to just burn the entirety of human creativity down. Fuck, the idea of how technology can devalue the arts is terrifying and enraging to me, too. But if you're going to come at me over it, maybe you could try to treat me like a person, and not like an NPC that you can just lay into, you know?
So anyway, I wrote all that myself. I hope that makes you happy.
It would not! In fact, if we use a tungsten alloy, it'll be both cheaper and less likely to chip. Here's a quick estimate:
Estimate: Tungsten Heavy Alloy Gravestone (83,415 cm³)
Gravestone Dimensions:
Height: 3 feet (91 cm)
Width: 2 feet (61 cm)
Depth: 0.5 feet (15 cm)
Volume: ~83,415 cm³
Estimated Weight: ~1,500 kg (using 18.0 g/cm³ tungsten heavy alloy)
Item
Estimated Cost (USD)
Raw Materials (Tungsten Heavy Alloy)
$48,000
Machining & Shaping
$11,000
Engraving (laser or CNC)
$750
Freight Transport (special handling)
$2,000
Installation (crane + labor)
$3,000
Total Estimated Cost
$64,750
This cost reflects a bullet-resistant, nearly indestructible gravestone crafted from dense tungsten alloy—designed to last centuries with virtually no erosion or damage under normal conditions.
Imagine one guy who's been doing the same job, working hard, for decades, and you can tell he should retire, but his work ethic is just beyond anything and he absolutely will not, even though clearly a couple of teeth on his gears have gone stripped. And then there's this only slightly younger asshole who's never worked a day in his life, who knows fuck all from fuck nothing, who's a racist and a rapist, who's declared bankruptcy and been convicted of felonies, but he's got enough energy to lean back and yell "That other guy is an asshole! His job isn't that hard! I could do that!" and even though you and everyone with three functioning brain cells knows that the second guy is full of shit, he's got just a tiny bit left in the tank that he could use to make life a living hell for all of us.
And no, I don't care if there's good reason to believe that Tyrannosaurs weren't fluffy like owls, I still want a decent artist's depiction of a T. rex with owl-level fluff.
A panini press is well worth the investment.