fuck shit damn hell

fuck shit damn hell | 6-22-2018

[fostersffff]

My last post about this scene didn't accurately capture how dead-on the comparison felt so I made this instead.

[lobselvith13]

Fallen Angel

[tatzelwurming]

in the dungeon you will have to face a monster with the nose of a tiger, the teeth of a tiger, the ears of a tiger the eyes of a tiger , the cheeks of a tiger , the neck of a tiger, the torso of a tiger, the arms of a tiger, the paws of a tiger, the belly of a tiger the back of a tiger, the the legs of a tiger, the claws of a tiger, the ankles of a tiger, the tail of the tiger, the mind of a tiger, and the power of a tiger

[whymtgcardsmith]

“Judge! They only threw a 89 kilogram rock.”

[xenostalgic]

okay look not to be like "I bet it would feel good as hell", I don't, it would suck, BUT if you were a turtle with a coyote or something trying to get inside your shell to eat you, it would be terrifying but also a little flattering right? and a little disappointment would tinge the relief if it gave up and left you alone. maybe you'd be tempted to poke a foot out to keep them interested

[lscholar]

not a coyote. maybe a bird. I bet being picked up by a hawk, rapped firmly but not violently against a rock a few times, just so the hawk is sure, and getting to fly just before the end - seeing everything you know get smaller and smaller and then larger very quickly and then the cessation of all pain - would probably fulfill all desire and allow me to transcend reincarnation.

[xenostalgic]

you don't understand at all... once the hawk picks you up it's all over! there's no hope of returning to safety, but also no hope of prolonging its interest indefinitely! what if I want to wallow in dukkha? the coyote offers this

[lscholar]

right! the second the hawk picks you up there's nothing you could do about it! any action would be hastening your demise - and you can perform one, if you want, to that end. when there is no hope of safety the obligations of ensuring it disappear. in your subjective experience, the hawk will never move on. in your subjective experience, your successful consumption is its utmost priority.

[xenostalgic]

okay look not to be like "I bet it would feel good as hell", I don't, it would suck, BUT if you were a turtle with a coyote or something trying to get inside your shell to eat you, it would be terrifying but also a little flattering right? and a little disappointment would tinge the relief if it gave up and left you alone. maybe you'd be tempted to poke a foot out to keep them interested

[lscholar]

not a coyote. maybe a bird. I bet being picked up by a hawk, rapped firmly but not violently against a rock a few times, just so the hawk is sure, and getting to fly just before the end - seeing everything you know get smaller and smaller and then larger very quickly and then the cessation of all pain - would probably fulfill all desire and allow me to transcend reincarnation.

[rozzed]

why not have the reader re-read a sentence now and then? it won't hurt him....

[chufff]

fukukitaru's totally safe not cursed amulet

[clitorous]

[flower-psychedelic]

Gunjō by Nakamura Ching

[the-domestic-mammoth]

EVERYTHING'S FINE :) By W.B. Yeats

Tracing a neat straight line, adept and sure, The falcon heeds the calling falconer; Things hang together, and the center holds; Mere symmetry is ordering the world, The sea-bright tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence proceeds; The best have strong convictions, while the worst Are full of resignation and are sad.

Surely no revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming's far away. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When an indifference borne of stable comfort Leaves my sight clear: somewhere in sands of the desert A lion with lion body and the head of a lion, A gaze calm and leonine, as is usual, Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it Reel shadows of the normal desert birds. What a nice lion, right? And now I know That twenty centuries have gone along And things were bad sometimes, and things were good, And if a lion slouches toward Bethlehem, That's 'cause it's native to the Levant.

[dizzyghoast]

Two atheists are sitting in a coffee shop in downtown Seattle. One of the atheists, Rock (they are nonbinary), is scrolling through r/atheism on their phone. They look over to their friend, Sock (they are also nonbinary), and is surprised to see that they are not on Reddit, but Tumblr. "Sock," inquires Rock, "what on earth are you thinking, browsing that dead gay hellsite?"

"Hellsite? Far from it, Rock." says Sock, "On your feed, all you ever see are news stories about religious fanatics preaching hatred, spreading conspiracy theories, and lobbying to influence politics on every level of government. My feed, on the other hand, is full of posts about how religion receives nothing but disrespect, religious people are looked down on, and atheism is the most powerful socio-political force in the world! Why would I ever read anything else?"

[spiribia]

if wicked songwriter wrote a baru cormorant musical it'd be like "i'll show them who they can't debase. no, i'll hide my mask behind my face! the empire will seeeee -- that i'm their prodigy!". if hadestown songwriter wrote a baru cormorant musical i'd be like 'the noose that binds the traitor man / it makes sure he won't lie again! / but the NOOSE that binds the CORMORANT / it STRANGLES him with what he wants / and that, my brother, that's much worse". if falsettos songwriter wrote a baru cormorant musical it'd be like "My father's a homo."

[spiribia]

If Hamilton songwriter wrote a baru cormorant musical it would be like “I’m climbing the ranks, now this is the thanks / i GET! For setting and netting an economical BET! / That’s right, mess with the cormorant and you get the beak! / All the FISH have gone MISSing, that’s the word on the street! / Now a word to my rivals: you can see to the sea / But you’ll be sure to the shore / They’re crying BANKRUPTCY!” Or whatever.

[maddiesharafian]

A Blacksmith’s Dream

[unknought]

The Luddites were just trying to benefit their own profession by making everyone else pay more for consumer goods (although this description also applies to e.g. a union striking for better pay or safer conditions)

and they failed miserably and probably inevitably (although any lessons to be learned from this failure are a lot narrower than people would like them to be; certainly it's not an immutable historical law that "new technologies can't be fought" or anything similarly pat, and technologies have been successfully banned or restricted in many different contexts for many different reasons)

and it's very good for nearly everyone that they failed (although this is due in large part to a long domino chain of effects that probably no one could have predicted at the time, and the short-term impact of their loss was considerably more mixed. And again, this can't be generalized to new technologies in general)

Efforts to eliminate LLMs or prevent their further development are probably likewise doomed (although for reasons having more to do with a highly globalized economy and the ease of transferring software than anything applicable to the Luddites' situation)

but the "anti-AI" people aren't really adopting the tactics of the Luddites anyway (although tbh I would take them more seriously if, instead of shilling for copyright lawyers and yelling at anyone who uses a chatbot, they were actually blowing up data centers (disclaimer: this blog does not endorse blowing up data centers))

Moral of the story: None

[kata4a]

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do.

chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde c. 1380

[youzicha]

glossary: eek also and even tho at the time prys great value wonder a cause for astonishment nyce stupid spedde succeeded

You know the form of language, too, can change. Within a thousand years, even the words that were most precious then, seem strange and foolish to us; yet they spoke them so and did no worse in love than we now do.

[preserving-tiktok]