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I made a ditto jigsaw puzzle :3
what is happening. is it because the fish is naked
Did I ever tell you guys the story about how my ex-boyfriend nearly became the first person to die in a duel in England in over 100 years whilst duelling my then-boyfriend??
Okay so. In the interest of their privacy Iāll be referring to them by the initials of their first names, so R and B respectively.Ā
Now, Iām one of those people who has always somehow managed to remain pretty good friends with most of his exes, so after dating for close to two years,Ā R and I break up, mutually, and remain close. Iām also pretty good at picking them, so when I get together with B a few months later, Iām pleased that neither of them are weird about me still being close friends with R.
Skip to like 7 months later. Me and B move in together, into a tiny, crappy house in probably the most toxic residential area in Europe. We had a view of a used car place from our bedroom window and a view of another used car place from the back bedroom window. There was also the soft, comforting glow of a chemical plant nearby, which Iām pretty sure gave the soil the same PH level as vinegar, but whatever. Rent was cheap, and they let us have our kitten, Renly.Ā
So we throw this housewarming party. A bunch of friends are there, R included, and everyone is drinking and having a good time.
Now, some background on B; I dated him, which means obviously he had some weird interests. So heās a history nerd, and part of being a history nerd means he has few really cool 19th century sabres and things. Theyāre mostly blunt, except for one, which he keeps sharp in case anyone ever breaks in. We were in a rough area, so it was a pretty good idea.
Unfortunately though, theyāre all kept together.
So after a few more drinks R and B get talking, and they start to discuss the sabres - only to discover that they both have a background in fencing. They think this is fantastic.Ā
Thatās when they decide to duel. They both grab a sabre, very much convinced theyāre blunt, and take to the garden for an impromptu fencing match.
So Iām standing there, the most sober person in the house, watching this happen and thinking maybe it isnāt a great idea. They give it a good go, theyāre both pretty good, and everyone is cheering them on. It seems harmless enough, theyāre joking about duelling over me.
Suddenly though, R stops abruptly, and says, with deadly calm;Ā āOh, I think you got me there.ā
Before B can ask if heās okay R has lifted up one arm and a huge gush of blood comes pouring out. Like, everywhere. This is like that scene from The Shining. Blood all over him, all over the ground, itās a mess. B looks like heās about to pass out, heās already imagining how badly heāll do in prison, and everyone else is too stunned to do anything. Turns out B didnāt pick up a blunt sabre afterall.
Then R faints. We get him into a chair and Iām fortunately quick thinking - I get a tea towel and wrap it around his arm to stop the blood as best as I can. I then call for an ambulance.
Obviously they have to send the police as well becauseĀ āsomeone got stabbed with a swordā doesnāt fly too well. So the ambulance crew arrives, and a police car arrives. When asked what happened I saidĀ āThey were duelling and he got caught by accidentā the policeās response was a long pause, and then to just laugh and sayĀ āwear armour next time!ā (Can you tell we have white privilege???)Ā
So Iām still in a state of shock whilst R is getting wheeled out on a stretcher. Apparently another police car overheard what happened on the radio and was so fascinated that they showed upĀ ājust to watchā because it was a slow night. This is a cop car full of really young rookies, it looks like fucking Mumford and Sons just turned up at our house in uniforms.Ā
During all of this our kitten, Renly, gets out because the doors are all open with people coming and going.Ā
So itās 2:00AM, and this is the current situation:
- B is crying because he doesnāt want to go to jail for manslaughter and also heās worried he killed his friend.
- Thereās a bunch of police officers in our kitchen drinking tea and eating our biscuits.Ā
- Officers Mumford and Sons are in the used car place outside our house trying to lure our 14 week old kitten out from under a car.
- R is nearly unconscious in the back of an ambulance.
- The neighbours, who had previously been dicks to us, are now terrifyingly quiet because they think B is a dangerous man who goes about stabbing people with swords.Ā
So I get into the ambulance to go to the hospital with R, who is full on delirious at this point from blood-loss and morphine. I was planning to have a fancy dressĀ āGame Of Thronesā themed birthday party that year, and the last thing R says to me before passing out completely isĀ āItās a shame he didnāt get my hand or I couldāve come to your party as Jaime Lannisterā.
Anyway he gets to the trauma ward and heās okay. He lost quite a lot of blood and needed a transfusion. He now has a big scar there.
He came over once he got out of hospital with pizza and we all laughed about it.Ā Weāre still friends.
He and B both tell that story to everyone whoāll listen, and I get to boast that Iām the pretty twink who had two men nearly fight to the death over me.
the threshold has been crossed, it is now springtime!!
you want to be mommyās adjective noun, donāt you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender
you want to be mommy's weird potato, don't you, Brian? you want to skip and somersault like a good jester
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at the gym telling everyone the weights would be easier to lift if we all work together
the more people you have lifting an object the less amount of force each individual person will need to apply to it to lift it
I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.
Some of my favourites include:
Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)
Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?
Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?
Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!
Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?
The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.
So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:
Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"
I love that and want to add my own.
The 20 Minutes Late with Starbucks hypothesis: They noticed us and want to meet us! But since they are several million light-years away and don't have FTL travel, they're just gonna take a while.
Personally I lean towards the First One At The Party Theory. Yeah, the universe is 13 billion years old, but our own life-supporting solar system is 4.6 billion and the majority of known exoplanets are younger than us.
It took about a billion years for life to arise, once our planet existed. If our galactic neighbors are operating on a similar timescale, there might just not be anyone out there yet whoās technologically advanced enough to make contact. Right now, the best we can hope for might be people at similar levels of development to us, looking out at the starts and wondering if anyone else is out there.
donāt know if thereās an official name for this theory but I will call it the āWe Canāt Talk To Fishā theory
because while I am absolutely positive that there is life out there (it seems highkey unlikely that in an infinite universe across billions of years only one planet got life), *even if* we were close enough to make contact and *even if* both sides were advanced enough to try to communicate⦠we might still not ever hear it because itās in a form we donāt interpret as communication. we have trouble communicating with *other humans,* let alone other species. itās like sending a probe underwater and hoping the fish talk back to you.
ive been thinking about how some trans spaces and media lack representation of bottom surgery and itd be nice if we could talk about and depict it more. but my attempts to formulate this into a coherent thought lead me to standing in front of the microwave idly thinking "we should normalize men with penises" as if thats a brave new frontier nobody has ever considered.
Just saw a bird get a worm at 8:06pm.
Never let the morning people say it can't be done
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
Today I woke up at 2 AM. Instead of falling back asleep my brain decided to conjure up these images which haunted my mind palace until properly expelled
Every day I get a little closer to saying fuck it and becoming an apprentice in some at risk heritage craft or profession.
"let's have AI-"
I'm gonna go learn the art of hand engraving or thatched roofing. Maybe hand make clogs.
As a professional hand engraver, when it comes to old crafts like these, its way more accessible to get started with the basics than you'd expect. Back in the day good steel was expensive so trying something like hand engraving was expensive and difficult to justify. But now you can can just buy a good quality handpush graver online for less than a fancy coffee. Just think, for under a hundred quid you could get all the kit you need to get started with fucking up coins and stabbing yourself repeatedly!!!
Don't threaten to do it, go research it, and actually give it a go!!! Most of the books for old crafts are out of copyright. Even if you don't get a job at whatever you try, or hell, even of you don't become in any way good at it, just learning and trying something new is good for you, and it gives you a greater understanding and appreciation for things.
Fuck AI? Good. I agree. Now fucking do something about it. Return to doing human hand crafted things as an act of rebellion! Start knitting, start wood carving, start engraving, whatever the fuck. But most importantly, remember you don't need to be making money doing it to make it worth doing.
Corn dogs are named for their traditional meat, the unicorn. As unicorns are now extinct, they can only be referred to properly as āCorn Dogs and not āUnicorn Dogsā as they were prior to 2009.
This is actually a common misconception! While the Unicorn Dog did exist and was discontinued following the extinction of unicorns in 2009, the Corn Dog is not a rebranding of the Unicorn Dog! The Corn Dog was created in 2003 by James H. Corn, though it remained a relatively unpopular Ohio treat until 2010 when Mr. Corn took the opportunity left by the Unicorn Dogās exit from the market to take over the niche.
Iāll never understand why thereās so much AI users in the sims fandom, the one game you have to use creativity to create characters and storylines. I seen a tiktok account who created an ai generated photo of a house in the sims and pretended like she created it. It became clear that she didnāt when there were doors leading to rooms where the door was blocked by another object. They didnāt even crop out a āsimā that didnāt look like any type of sim in any of the games. Hell, they were too lazy to even put words on the vid themselves because the text was messed up due to it being ai-generated itself. Like whatās the point in doing that? Whereās the fun in literally not playing the game and building the house yourself? The funniest part of this is the caption was them bragging how long the house took them to build. Like , no, you didnāt build that house. You didnāt even open the game.
They even use AI when itās unnecessary. There was a sims account on Twitter where they were talking about deers in TS3. Instead of using a photo from Google of TS3 deers or an actual real life deer, they ai generated a photo of a deer for literally no reason.
Thereās also problems with modders using AI to create mods and then making ppl pay for them. Whatās even more fishy is that they donāt ever showcase the mod. They use ai-generated images to āshowcaseā it.
Goes to show that AI users have no creativity because they do this with a game that requires you to have a lot of it.