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JBB: An Artblog!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
will byers stan first human second
art blog(derogatory)
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DEAR READER
Xuebing Du
JVL
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver
ellievsbear
Three Goblin Art
Kiana Khansmith
trying on a metaphor
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going on hiatus-ish. idk deleting the app on my phone seems like a good middle ground between throwing all my time into a black hole and deleting my account. in theory I'll still log in on my computer or maybe even my mobile browser when I specifically want to be tumbling but I'm banking on setting up my laptop and locating/resetting my login being significant barriers for me.
Krabi (1976), Václav Mergl.
Something that the Americnas of this site wont even comprehend. Shit like this happens everyday in europe and we get used to it because the alternative is some yanke bullcrab
@ralfmaximus Showers that will kill you
Holy shit I thought this was a Sims bit or someone playing with CAD software, but the last few seconds knocked me out
@thebibliosphere I'm pretty sure you are the appropriate recipient for other people's terrifying home renovation choices
you’re a fucking hamtaro blogger who the fuck cares what you think. stop making political posts and stick to posting hamtaro memes.
Are you mad that I get more pussy than you?
this website is wildly out of control
And so the emperor said, "so if I wore these fine garments, any fools in the crowd, being unable to see the garments, would be able to see my dick and balls?"
And one of the two salesmen said "Well, surely, you would not--"
And the emperor continued, "and they would tell everyone what my dick and balls look like? They would proclaim it from the rooftops as, being fools, they would lack the better judgement to know such details would be better kept to themselves? And all the peasants and lords would then know every detail of my aging scrotum?"
"But surely, your highness," the other salesman said, "in your wisdom you can see, with your own eyes, that these silks are of such incredible quality, that such minor embarrassment would be minimal compared to how distinguished you would appear to the worthy?"
The emperor thought on this, considered it deeply, and said, "honestly, not really."
you've been summoned for july duty
important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are
reblog if you're also lame and weird.
the prevo and the evo [russel - he/it, ZOMG - it/its]
Do it scared but please don't do it hungry. Please don't do it dehydrated. It's gonna make it so much scarier. Please.
having some. emotions
Via The Nutrition Tea on Facebook. Reminders from Shana Minei Spence.
reminders because we all need them sometimes
the seventh pic, for those unable to see it well, says: stress will take more of a toll on you than a cookie ever will
@kaity--did here’s some vindication.
Heavy on ice cream being for all year round! Put a jacket on and enjoy baybe
if i were to visit a world with four-dimensional geometry and look up at the night sky there, i might ask my travel guide, "where are the stars?"
"Can you not see them?"
I would use the rotator mechanism provided to me and see the occasional speck of light blink into and out of existence as I spun. "Only briefly, when I spin," I would say.
"I see," my travel guide will say, "the volume occupied by your eyes is too thin to intersect any stars unless you're aimed perfectly."
My travel guide knows I am an astronomer and am disappointed by this, and so sets to work configuring a planetarium program on a projector. This will allow me to see the surface of the hyperspherical night sky projected to a 'flat' three dimensional display.
It is still difficult for me to wrap my head around double rotation. My travel guide assures me it'll come in time. Easy for her to say--she's understood double rotation intrinsically since she was a child!
The four dimensional hyperspherical planet double-rotates of course. I stand little chance of understanding four-dimensional astronomy without understanding double rotation.
The four dimensional people are no more intelligent or technologically advanced than we are, in fact if anything they seem to be about a decade behind in computer technology (well, sort of.) Their transistors are many decades behind ours, but you can fit a lot more transistors in a given footprint than you can in three-dimensional space.
But I wonder what may become possible in 20 or 30 years, with humans and 4D-people collaborating. I tell my travel guide about my ideas.
"On Earth we have virtual reality headsets, but there's also some research into brain-computer interfaces. Imagine if we could bypass my eyes altogether and plug one of your cameras into my visual cortex!"
"I'm not sure that would work," she says.
"Brains can adapt to all sorts of visual stimuli. I'm fundamentally limited to viewing only a three-dimensional slice of your world projected into a two dimensional plane, so long as I am using just my eyes. But maybe if the data coming into my mind was three-dimensional instead of two-dimensional, I would be able to train my brain to interpret it."
My guide shifts something in her face. Reading an alien's facial expressions is hard enough even when you can see their entire face at once, let alone when you can't. But I think it's something like a smile.
"And what if it worked? How would you handle being flattened back into your own world?" she says.
This gives me pause. "Perhaps I could find other ways to fill up the extra dimension. Like, maybe I could plot the last ten seconds of visual input on the W axis. Or I could use it as a volumetric display for a 3D video-game, and see an entire game world all at once."
"Computer games render only the surfaces of objects, don't they? When I look at your world I see the interior in its entirety," says my travel guide. I feel a weird sensation in my stomach, and realize that she has again poked me on my inside.
"Maybe I could just stay in the fourth dimension forever," I say.
Later, it's morning (due to double rotation the length of day time is never constant) and I am sketching something in my sketchbook--plans for a device that might aid visitors like myself in interpreting 4-dimensional geometry, if only slightly. It's a kind of periscope to be worn on one eye or the other, shifting depth perception out to be in the axis perpindicular to my visual volume.
When my travel guide wakes up, I show her the drawing, but she can't understand it. That makes sense--I wouldn't be able to understand a flatlander's drawing after all. So I describe the device to her.
She creates a drawing, and places it upon the projector. It looks more or less like what I had in mind.
"We tried that once," my guide says. "If we go to the office we might be able to find the exact device we used. The test subject couldn't really make sense of it, but we haven't tried it on a human who has spent as much time in our world as you have."
Over the next few days I acclimate to the periscope (and the strange pressure in my head from the four-dimensional bulk of the helmet trying to pull my skull out of my volume.)
At first it was just confusing. I no longer had binocular depth perception. Though I didn't absolutely need it--binocular vision is not the only means of depth perception available to my brain. But the overlaid images kinda 'z-fighted' if you like, like when you cross your eyes on two different colors.
Eventually, with the help of my guide, I became able to sense depth again, but I was disappointed to find that it didn't really give me any real insights on four-dimensional geometry. It was still fundamentally just a pair of 2D projections of 3D slices of 4D space.
I adapted much more quickly to normal vision when I finally removed the helmet.
This world is so fantastical I just wish I could understand it better. I wish I had more time here. Only three weeks remain in my stay here before I have to be reprojected, and I still can't wrap my head around double-rotation!
How do they stop your insides from drying out while you're in 4-space??? Do you have to wear specially padded clothes so you don't e.g. perforate your stomach when you bump into the corner of a desk? Do they not have infectious microbes on the 4-D planet? Wait a second, how do they stop your blood from spilling out?
A friend of mine mentioned earlier today that my gallbladder removal could have been trivialized if I'd had it done by a 4D doctor, but I pointed out that removal of the severed gallbladder would not have been trivial.
It's not just a matter of blood spilling out--the risk is more severe: my body would fall apart, hell, my DNA would unravel, if not supported. Actually that assumes that my atoms would even be capable of existing in 4D geometry, but more likely the matter would be reconfigured into 4D atoms, which have different chemical properties to 3D ones.
A 4D microbe has a completely incompatible biochemistry with a human. As far as the life on the 4D planet is concerned, I am completely inert. Chemical reactions don't occur between 4D and 3D atoms except in laboratory conditions.
Expeditions onto the 4D planet are made possible by a device which holds a volume of 3D spacetime in place. The entire volume can be moved and rotated in 4D space, and objects within that volume can move freely in 3D, but objects within that volume are stuck in place on the W axis, like a drawing on a page. Were this device to fail, I would cease to exist, probably more quickly than I could notice it.
I try not to think too much about it.
if I see one more "why age verification is bad" post that doesn't even bother to mention that locking young people out of huge sections of the public sphere - literally the stated goal and primary impact of this shit - is wrong in and of itself I will simply start hitting people with bricks
yes yes biometric data privacy blah blah adults can hypothetically by harmed by this too. what about the immediate and deliberate and not at all hypothetical harm to youth. why are you acting like a potential data leak about what your face looks like, which if it ever happened would at least be generally recognised as a problem, is a more serious issue than cutting millions of people off from information and community and public expression which is happening right now in the open with large scale support
it's got the stench of fucking "banned books week" on it. thousands of adults congratulating themselves for reading books literally no one is trying to stop them from reading while doing nothing to improve access for the young people who are the ones actually having those books made off-limits to them.
Unfortunately, i just don't think the "kids should have access to anything" argument is that popular. With privacy and slippery slope arguments there is room for persuasion because not everyone understands the tech or history.
Coolest thing about lord of the rings? The king of horses shows up. It appears he is no different from all other horses
King of the eagles shows up later. He can talk. Horse king couldn't talk.
He didn't want to talk to you.
Uh.
Point of order.
King of Horses ran 450 fucking miles at almost entirely a gallop, without more than a few minutes rest, in 4 nights and basically was like "wait why are we stopping?" when Gandalf took him into the city and he ended up in a stable.
This was not his top speed, nor did it push any limits on his endurance.
King of horses is very different from other horses, actually.
He just doesn’t do much about his administrative duties
But he didn't need to - his rule was stable, after all.
earnestly wishing for a transmasculine jax is an example of how most of us non-transmisogynized trans people seem wholly unable to grasp that 1-the trans experience is not symmetrical because of transmisogyny 2-half the time, "transmasc [transfemine(-coded) characer]" is also just blatantly transphobic
IF the character depicted is a "guy" being horrible to people, depressed and extremely reactive due to being a closeted trans woman experiencing the horrors, that's relatable and interesting. if the guy is a trans man then, for one, you just made fictional man who's a dick #329847928423, congratulations, and also, that doesn't give the best image of transition does it? you can aim to represent trans men who are assholes in art, god knows there's plenty of them around, but a trans man that's so clearly uncomfortable with masculinity yet obsessed with performing it and is tortured by his friends because of it? um. what does that intend to say exactly.
allow me to get cynical for a second and say that sometimes a lot of people seem to want to slap a trans sticker into some blorbo instead of an actually compelling story about us
