Is ripped good, and jacked bad? It seems you can use both of these words to say that for example you have a proclivity for visible ab muscles, but if you're jacked up then... you're in bad shape.

I've seen multiple forms of these words and combinations used in movies recently, as to denote both being gravely injured and/or looking good, so I figured I'd get to the root of it all here. Quick Google...

Ripped, definition #3 (of 3):
Having well-defined or well-developed muscles; muscular.

Jacked, definition #2 (of 2):
(Of a person) having very well-developed muscles.

The source here being Oxford Languages. Merriam-Webster has similar definitions for both.

Jacked up, on the other hand, traces back to the primary definition for jacked, of being physically or mentally stimulated from the effects of a drug or stimulant. (Oxford Languages)

It's not official, but in common slang it thus means: Wrecked, messed up.
As you would be were you under the influence of drugs as they were said to influence you with continued usage.

There's no similar slang for ripped up, though literally it means the same.

So there. Words: jacket of all trades.

Hard Drive apparently.

Even if the split wording doesn't make it sound at all like a computer component.

There's not a single search result for the latter though! Seems people haven't even pondered the distinction, or the correct way of phrasing; of potentially conjoining words... just me. Maybe it's my Swedish grammar logic seeping through...

Just so you know.

What's going on here hmm? I suppose I should ask them...

Check it out.

One thing though: This word was not invented by a machine learning algorithm. I supplied it. I've now reached out to the mastermind behind said project in the hope that the latter bit of text can be changed to 'invented by an anonymous benefactor, then defined and used by a machine learning algorithm' or similar. For words with human origin.

Also seems I wasn't the first to think of this particular word, giving it a Google. Oh well. It's a cool thing. Potential inspiration source via AI.

Hey I just want to write!

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The world can't hear me.

But it's not strange if I don't speak up. It's not strange they don't hear my music if I don't put it up on Spotify, Strange Music TM.

Or like Dax take it to YouTube. It's dax.

I don't know if I'm ready but I don't think I'll ever know either, though at least I have a job that lets me hone my creative skillsets while I do other things. I mean literally. I mean literal skillsets. I mean.

No I'm pretty nice tbh.

And that's another thing that bugs me. Acronyms. In LOWERCASE.

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Phhhhhones.

They should leave the wires.

Coppers.

Stop getting musicians off the street.

Music.

Is what we need to live.

Notes.

Don't take them.

Freestyle.

...

It all goes so much better when I write it like this. Like it's meant to be: written. Like spoken word... just ain't my thing. I'll relapse to this like that ellipses.

Bang.

And if I record I can keep the beat.