[eggsdoodz]

rest is productive !!!!

[aq2003]

this is so cool and also rosencrantz and guildenstern's sign names are killing me lol

[depsidase]

[neafotia]

LLMs are an extremely advanced form at a grand scale of the auto fill suggestions your keyboard has. The algorithm it runs on was given a scoring metric, and its only, singular goal is to maximize those points.

And when the people behind these models have a motive to get people to use them and pay for them, the scoring isn't about being right, it's about telling you what you want to hear. It's about eliciting a positive response of performance from the users.

Fun fact: ChatGPT is dumber than when it was released. The moment it began training on users who wanted to hear something not inherently the truth, it lost accuracy. The moment it wasn't just the scientists grading its performance, it became a machine meant for appeasement of the consumer.

People don't buy a machine that tells them the objective truth. People buy a machine that tells them the words that make them feel better.

[depsidase]

👆

[dognonsense]

tiktok from rushadicus

gang what do we think, is this folkpunk?

[fizzytrashcan]

That's folkpunk as fuck

[drtanner]

Tags courtesy of @yellingintothevoidstuff! This is my first time ever hearing about this dude and I'm fucking delighted.

[ms-demeanor]

In case anyone is not aware, this is "I love tofu" cello guy.

[mortimermcmirestinks]

people keep trying to make "ladies and gentlemen" more inclusive.

I think we should go the other way around.

make more and more weird false dichotomies in greetings. "gamers and pianists". "oil painters and swordsmen". "vexillologists and entomologists". "chess masters and diamond artificers". "accountants and gendered individuals".

we need to be dropping shit into formal meetings to make people say "wait what? which one am I?"

[lovetheirloves]

I have started referring to my students as “critters and creatures.” I then offer them the option to decide where on the critter–creature spectrum they think they belong. They enjoy this immensely. I teach some critters, some creatures, some 50/50s, some critters with creature tendencies, some creatures with critter inclinations.

[ztu2455]

all i have to say is 'hello cowards' and it shuts gendering up

[awesomeapplegirl]

Watched a video by a etiquette expert.

Honoured guests is the formal gender neutral term

But i encourage everyone to continue being funny

[mortimermcmirestinks]

a year and a half and 80k notes later we have a fuckin answer

[nyxanarchy]

SOTR SPOILERS

Anyway, this book made a hole in my chest so I need to talk to someone about the things that made the most impact on me. (I will also post my favourite parts in another post)

-Lenore Dove being Maude Ivory's daughter (probably).

-The fact that Maude Ivory, Lucy Gray and Lenore Dove died as a consequence of their love.

-The birds imagery. Doves, canaries, mockinjay.

-Burdock and Asterid. The fact that Burdock saved Ortho. The fact that if Haymitch didn't drive Burdock away he probably would have been an uncle for Katniss. Everything about their names (Burdocks being a "useful" plant, like Katniss, Asterid and Primrose being flowers.)

-The fact that while we see Katniss in Haymitch, he saw her first and foremost as Louella.

-The reaping being rigged. He was almost free. All of his games were avoidable. He could almost have a "normal life".

-Honestly everything about Maysilee and Merrilee, when she asked if she was always going to be a twin I almost cried. (My sister died not too long ago so this hit me like a train)

-The fact Louella died before the games???? And they didn't even bother telling her family?? Is her body still in the capitol? Did they give her body back?

-my god Ampert. They sent beete's boy to die, to punish him. And he knew he wasn't going to come back, that he could never save him.

-President Snow projecting his insecurities into Haymitch. That man Is fucking obsessed with Lucy Gray still. I hope seeing Katniss singing covey's songs gave him an aneurysm.

-Wyatt protecting Lou Lou even tho he knew he was gonna die. He knew it, because he is so good at calculating odds. We are led to believe he will use this skill to survive, and instead...

-When Haymitch stole Louella's body, thinking about the little bird Lenore Dove found. That almost drove me insane.

-Haymitch almost getting a "decent" ending with Lenore Dove, just to watch her die poisoned from something he thought was his own.

-Haymitch going to her house in the middle of the night like a madman asking where she is

-haymitch thinking Merrilee is Maysilee

-The covey's graves. That almost took me out.

-Loulou and Maysilee dying in his arms. Foul play honestly.

-THE FACT THAT HIS STORY IS REWRITTEN, AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE REALLY DID DURING HIS GAMES.

-Effie being nice and kind to him, but absolutely detached from reality, the propaganda really did a number on her.

-Ma and Sid dying litterally the evening he came back

-Katniss being the one that procures him the geese's eggs.

[suekay]

Haymitch and Katniss Headcanon

For years all the rebel mentors had been looking out for tributes that could be useful to the rebellion, just kids who were willing to push at the arena and find weaknesses the rebels could use in future games. And they also looked out for tributes who were willing to try and break the arena like Haymitch had tried.

When Katniss was reaped, Plutarch was instantly set on using her in a rebel plot. But Haymitch looked at her volunteering, and her obvious disdain for the people in the Capitol, and her aloofness, and saw enough shades of himself that for the sake of Asterid and Prim and Gale, he told Plutarch no. She wasn't going to be used in one of their plans - she was already endangering her family just by being herself - she didn't need any prompting to make her situation even worse.

Then she goes into the arena and she's heading for the perimeter forcefield just like Haymitch did, comforting and honouring Rue, singing a Covey song, giving her the District 12 salute, risking her life to help Peeta, getting her life spared by Thresh as a mark of respect for Rue, and calling the Capitol's bluff by daring to deny them a victor.

Not only does watching Katniss - who is so much like he is - make Haymitch finally realise his family was doomed no matter what the rebels made him do - but he realises he'll probably have to read her in to the rebellion no matter how he feels about it once she becomes a mentor.

But she gets back home, and Asterid and Prim and Gale stay safe. In fact she experiences no immediate repercussions at all. And Haymitch can't figure out why...

Until Plutarch tells him that Katniss' actions in the arena have destablisied some of the districts. And after Katniss tells him of Snow's visit he realises Snow is only keeping her family alive so long as he can use Katniss and Peeta to quell the uprisings.

It's at this point he decides he cannot read Katniss in to the rebel plot, but he also knows he can't afford to let this moment pass - she's exactly what the rebels have been looking for for years, and they might have to wait decades for another shot at inciting a full rebellion.

He feels terrible for cutting her out of such important decisions, but she's watched too closely by the regime, and is too emotionally volatile to truly be trusted to be discreet. And he also knows that her family is probably doomed no matter what anyone does - if she quells the uprisings, she'll disappear from public view and her family will be murdered like his was - and if she doesn't quell the uprisings, they'll make an example of her.

And that's why he decides the rebellion must use her for their war without her knowledge. Even if this destroys their relationship, even if she grows to hate him. Katniss' life is going to be a misery regardless, but haymitch knows she can help end the misery of others.

[jewellery-box]

"A breathtaking masterpiece of 1920’s couture by legendary designer Sadie Nemser. Composed of aquamarine silk velvet and metallic silver lace, adorned with hand made ribbon flowers, beads and pearls."

xtabayvintage via Instagram

[sludgewizard666]

if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost

take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle

fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism

now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning

[pepsimansthickjuicymeatyschlong]

some others i found in the notes

[skullingwaydraws]

sitting on this one for a little while but... bibically accurate body horror fractal sunflower

[damazcuz]

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

[unnameablethings]

MORE TRANS TAKES:

-gomez and morticia from the Addams Family (1991) are t4t and this is extremely important to me.

-RATIONALE:

-1st of all, the drama. the aesthetic. the class. wow. trans rights.

-2nd of all. it makes better narrative sense - what better send-up of the classic nuclear family than to have a version of it that would make conservative cishets cry?? They’re a Normal Family :) and theyre also Both trans. terrifying. love it.

-3rd of all: morticia v tall and beautiful. elegant. the class. the queer vibes. wow.

-4th of all: gomez short. fashionable. handsome. dramatic. mind-bogglingly queer vibes.

-5th of all: of course it wouldnt be mentioned in the film?? why would it be remarkable for the addams family 2 have trans people in it?? no one in that family would question it.

-i said so thats why

[copperbadge]

I 100% support this galaxy brain take on all the Addams Family are and stand for. 

[roach-works]

gomez gestated all the kids himself but morticia went to the ER *exclusively for the drama*

[chicken-fluff-butts]

flop

[chicken-fluff-butts]

happy 3rd birthday to this post

[birdymcbirdface]

This is still one of my all time favorite chicken videos and it lives rent free in my head

[lazyevaluationranch]

On a post about the Blue Haired Girlfriend’s quixotic citrus breeding experiments, @voidingintotheshout​ asked:

I mean, if you wanted a hearty citrus relative, why didn’t you just grow Osage Orange? They can grow as far north as Michigan which is surely further north than anyone could reasonably expect to grow a citrus tree. They’re not edible but then hearty orange isn’t either. Osage Orange are so cool and such a interesting historical plant from the Shelterbelt era of American agriculture. Apparently they do smell like citrus.

Developing new breeds of plant is extremely fun. 

It’s less challenging than citrus, but the Blue Haired Girlfriend and I are also developing our own strain of pumpkins (sometime called a “landrace”) with genes adapted to the very hill we live on. We started with seeds from every sort of pumpkin we liked. We ordered kabocha seeds from Asian seed suppliers. We kept seeds from particularly tasty holiday pumpkins. We bought seeds from local nurseries. We planted them all together and let the bees mix their genes. 

Every year we keep the seed from whichever plants do best, and the bees weave together their genes. So each year’s seeds have one parent who did well the previous year, and two grandparents who did well two years ago. You start with a broad and chaotic set of genes, and gradually tune in on what works best in the space we have for them. Every year, the pumpkins as a group do a little better with the thin rocky soil here, with the mischievous wind called TENĆOLEЌ that is shot at us from the mouth of a fjord on the next island over like water from a hose, the way the Blue Haired Girlfriend and I get overenthusiastic and start seedlings too early in the spring, that we fertilize mostly with chicken poop and have a bit much nitrogen, that the chickens scratch and bathe in the earth and eat cutworms when the beds are fallow, that we grow garlic, that we water at night but sometimes turn on the sprinkler randomly in the day to scare the deer. Year by year our pumpkins learn the rhythm of our lives and sing it back to us. The story of us and this place is written in the pumpkins, if we could but read it. 

This is the Slow Magic, one of the oldest and best of the human magics. I think everyone with a large enough garden should try it at least once.

Here’s a story: Once upon a time there was a weed that grew in wheat fields. Farmers preferred wheat to useless small-seeded weeds, so whenever they spotted the weed, they pulled it up and tossed it out of the field. But some years a few weeds escaped unnoticed, if their leaves were particularly pointy and they looked extra wheat-like. Their seeds got mixed in with the wheat and replanted. So as the years rolled on, the weed got better at pretending to be wheat. It developed pointy leaves, and tall seed heads, and eventually huge wheat-like seeds, which made it wonderful in the same ways wheat is. At which point, someone realized you might as well plant this pesky large-seeded thing in its very own fields and harvest it and make tasty bread out of it. And so we got rye.

Given long enough, weeds learn the rhythm of scythe and sickle, and sing it back to us. 

The story of rye is important to me because this is also the Slow Magic: every year the human species becomes a little stranger, a little truer, a little kinder. We work the Slow Magic on ourselves, even while the world falls apart, and we put it back together. We sing and we listen and we hold each other’s dreams gently in our cupped hands. It is such slow work. It will not be done in our lifetimes, or our children’s, or their children’s. We plant seeds whose fruits we will not see. 

But we plant them anyway.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Top 5 haunted moments

like for me personally??? Uhhhh

- the time when I was like 5 and eating breakfast minding my own damn business when all of the sudden a disembodied arm covered in a very pretty long green sleeve reached over me as if to pick something up off the table and then promptly vanished again. I decided to continue minding my own business.

- the time at girl scout camp where I had recurring nightmares of a ghost boy telling me the cabin was going to burn down but I thought they were just nightmares so I didn't bring it up with anyone but then the creepy dad chaperone got sent home early on the trip and when we got back later a rumor spread around the troop that he was arrested because his wife (at home) found a note detailing he was planning on burning down our cabin with everyone in it and I was like....oh. yikes.

- when I was like a toddler I apparently described my dead grandfather and my mother's childhood dog in exact detail, including the suit my grandfather was burried in, and when asked where I saw them I said something to the effect of 'when I was in your belly, they were blocking the light'. My mom still brings this up like once a month and it stressed my grandmother out so much she wouldn't babysit me for like a week lol

- this one isn't technically haunted but I consider it paranormal and on brand, when I was in 8th grade and peak percy jackson trash, I made some really stupid joke about the god hermes, like I don't even remember what I said, but the next day....no one in my family got mail. And this continued. For over a week. My mom called the post office to see if a hold had accidentally been placed but they were just 'huh no that's weird' and didn't offer any help. It was like peak expecting christmas presents in the mail time. I'd go on facebook and see cousins in florida posting about missing their mail. It was fucking wild. I finally just like, lit a candle in my room and offered up a formal apology and pretty much the next day everyone's stuff started showing up. I still can't believe this happened sjdkdndkdn

- one time I went to the zoo and I swear to God I ran into myself as a 7 year old. This kid look identical to me. I'm 99% sure I used to have the exact outfit she was wearing. Her voice was exactly what I remember sounding like. She was about to head into the bird exhibit where I had a mildly traumatic experience with a vulture when I was 7. I had a headache for the rest of the day after I saw this kid I'm still lowkey not over it

[sharketypes]

You know what?

I am annoying sometimes.

And that’s okay. It’s not the death sentence I was led to believe. People will love me even if I can’t read their signals sometimes. Not understanding is forgivable. I don’t have to hold myself back so I don’t annoy anyone ever.

The people who love me know I get excited. And I am still loved.

[space-fey]

Well shit

[jaubaius]

The curious dance moves of the Striped Cuckoo.

[theraptorcage]

I’m sorry???? Excuse me sir???? You have hands and are a bird please explain

[alphynix]

The “hands” seen here are really the alula – the bird’s feathered thumb!

So it’s basically doing this: 👍🐦👍

[llatimeria]

how could you just leave this out