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Will watch later, but can you briefly summarize so wife and I aren’t freaking out until then? :(
“Up to the Twentieth Century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. Since the initial publication of the chart of the electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear is less than one-millionth of reality.” -Bucky Fuller
Will watch later, but can you briefly summarize so wife and I aren’t freaking out until then? :(
Faaaantastic! This actually could be pretty dope.
BRB, loading my shotgun with birdshot.
Hm I need a shotgun.
Thanks for the detailed explanation! That helps me understand it better myself. So basically, anything we put in orbit ourselves is always going to degrade, which requires routine positioning (i.e., expend some energy to keep the balloon in the air)?
From my understanding, it was in orbit for three years before reentering our the atmosphere in an uncontrolled descent, then it fell through dude’s roof.
Brian Jacques, of Redwall fame. I feel so lucky to have grown up on such a lovely collection of adventure stories. I have such fond memories of my mom surprising me with a new book. I picked one up the other day and read a snippet, and it was just as lovely as it ever was.
In the 1980s, Jacques worked as a milkman, on a round which included the Royal Wavertree School for the Blind.[1] He got to know the children there, and volunteered to read to them. However, he became dissatisfied with the state of children’s literature, with too much adolescent angst, and began to write stories for them. So that the visually impaired children would be able to picture the scenes he was writing for them, he developed a highly descriptive style, emphasizing sound, smell, taste, gravity, balance, temperature, touch, and kinesthetics.[6] From these short stories and reading sessions emerged Redwall, an 800-page handwritten manuscript.[7] -wikipedia
Guy was a saint, simple as.
And yet the oil execs leaking oil into our water systems get off scot-free.
Thank you so much!
Thank you ❤ these comments are really helping me through a rough time, and I am so grateful.
I have no doubts about that either, myself. Though even if such an abomination of a doppelganger were to exist, and it seems that these companies are hellbent on making it so, it would be worse for the reasons you described previously: prolonging and molesting the grieving process that human beings have evolved to go through. All in the name of a dollar. I apologize for being so bitter about this (this bitterness is not directed at you, frog), but this entire "AI’ phenomenon fucking disgusts and repulses me so much I want to scream.
We have a box of old recipe cards from my grandmother that my wife cherishes. My parents gifted them to her because out of all their daughter-in-laws, she is the one that loves to cook and explore recipes the most. I just can’t imagine someone wanting something like that in a sterile technological aspect like an “AI-powered” app.
“But Trev, what if you used an LLM to generate summaries-” no, fuck off (he said to the hypothetical techbro in his ear).
Thanks coy, I really do appreciate you taking the time to send some kindness my way. And that’s true, it does get easier but it never really goes away, nor should it I guess. You’re good people <3
This really did help, thank you so much for your kindness. Your feelings are just as valid friend, and I hope you can take solace in hearing that from someone else, just as I did <3 We’re gonna make it.
The platformer was pretty decent. I remember the intro cutscene scaring me as a kid, lol.
It’s okay. Had another dream where my mom inexplicably comes back from the dead. She even joked about how we’d have to reevaluate how we think of the situation. It’s wild how going back to sleep before my alarm can just ruin the rest of my week. There’s a lump in my throat that just won’t go away. I feel guilty writing these thoughts out, hell I’m tearing up now because I know so many other people have real problems and there’s this fucking election, and my wife’s work is so much more difficult than mine and I haven’t a leg to complain upon.
poem
I wish
to beat my fists against this desk
until they are bruised and bloody
for that is something
I may yet control
Thank you for allowing me to vent. Much love to you all.
<3 all the good vibes to you and sweet little Ziggy. You are not useless.
I’m not sure what the purpose of this comment is. Sharks are insurmountably important for the oceanic ecosystem and the historic methods of research and development are really interesting. You have a greater chance of drowning at the beach, no question.
He was always Dr. Eggman in Japanese, they just localized it to Dr. Eggman because Murca.
Here you go, it’s part of an illustrated series based off a writing prompt :)
My wife and ai keep talking about this. We plan to flee our deep south red state, but it fills us with survivor’s guilt knowing we have the means to do so, and so so many just do not.