Unwanted AI generated content meant solely to benefit from content monetization, often overwhelming or displacing real users' content on social media and other internet forums.
by Kikadian Rift May 20, 2024
SLOP = SLack Object Permanence. This is the concept where in any large chat tool like Slack, you are inundated with so much information on an hourly basis, you forget where you saw a specific topic posted or, in some cases, that the topic was even mentioned.
The concept of "Object Permanence" can be seen in infants where when they see something, in their brain, it now exists. However, when the object is hidden from view, the object ceases to exist.
So, after you read a post in Slack or Teams or whatever, it becomes SLOP. It no longer exists.
The concept of "Object Permanence" can be seen in infants where when they see something, in their brain, it now exists. However, when the object is hidden from view, the object ceases to exist.
So, after you read a post in Slack or Teams or whatever, it becomes SLOP. It no longer exists.
Bob: "Hey Chuck, where is that document thread in Slack that the VP wanted us to review?"
Chuck: "Dude, its right here in the #crap-you-forgot channel in Slack!"
Bob: "Sorry man, it got dumped into my SLOP bucket"
Chuck: "Dude, its right here in the #crap-you-forgot channel in Slack!"
Bob: "Sorry man, it got dumped into my SLOP bucket"
by BlindBastard August 20, 2024
by justagirlywholovesasleepover October 13, 2022
by a bacon haired bozo March 16, 2024
The stale leftover beer in the pint glasses of the local pub, collected up and put back into the barrel to resell the next day.
Many moon ago in yesteryear, when local publicans at your nearest watering hole were less honest than a Politician on polling day, pubs in the UK used to only serve up foul mess labelled lager - not your craft wonders and fruity ales of today's youthful world.
To put money back in the till at the end of a torrid evening of sales, the landlord of public houses would collect up the 'slops' left at the bottom of everyone's beer glasses and return this stale beer back to the barrel.
As most people would be only drinking a choice of 2 lagers, it didn't really matter what barrel they went back into, nor that they made the beer taste rancid. As they never cleaned the beer lines, you couldn't tell if it was that making the beer rank, or the slops from old Coughy Jack's leftovers being the cause for the slightly chewy beverages.
Many moon ago in yesteryear, when local publicans at your nearest watering hole were less honest than a Politician on polling day, pubs in the UK used to only serve up foul mess labelled lager - not your craft wonders and fruity ales of today's youthful world.
To put money back in the till at the end of a torrid evening of sales, the landlord of public houses would collect up the 'slops' left at the bottom of everyone's beer glasses and return this stale beer back to the barrel.
As most people would be only drinking a choice of 2 lagers, it didn't really matter what barrel they went back into, nor that they made the beer taste rancid. As they never cleaned the beer lines, you couldn't tell if it was that making the beer rank, or the slops from old Coughy Jack's leftovers being the cause for the slightly chewy beverages.
Dave: 'Err Mike, does your pint taste rank there mate?'
Mike: 'That swine landlord been filling the barrel with slops again. Think I've got one of coughy Jack's teeth floating about from his pint last night!'
Mike: 'That swine landlord been filling the barrel with slops again. Think I've got one of coughy Jack's teeth floating about from his pint last night!'
by tain london May 20, 2021
by BurntToast7 November 12, 2020
by BurntToast7 November 12, 2020