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Hey here's the food that I've figured out his the right combo of cheap, easy to make, tolerably tasty, and relatively nutritionally sound for when my brain is bad:

2c rice (2c is dry, prepare as you usually do. Whatever kind of rice you have is good, brown rice works well)

2 cans of pinto or black beans, drained (or one can of each. Whatever.)

12oz frozen broccoli

1c chunky salsa

Optional: .5c sour cream, .5c shredded cheese.

Also optional: salt, garlic powder, and cumin to taste (to season the rice)

Cook the rice in one pot (with the seasoning if you want to). Put the frozen broccoli, drained beans, and salsa in another pot and bring to a boil. When the rice is done and the bean broccoli salsa stuff is hot, mix the rice into the beans (if adding cheese or sour cream, stir into the beans before adding the rice).

Now you have a food. It's got protein and carbs and fiber and a vegetable (and fat if you add the cheese and sour cream).

The amount described above is a lot. You can portion half of it into single servings to freeze and still have like four meals.

It's not the kind of thing I'd serve to anyone else, but it's a better option than eating instant oatmeal for dinner for another week.

#food #recipes

knightesscordelia

There are four categories of people you will meet: Underlings, superiors, rivals, and love interests. One of my underlings has been attempting to convince me of the existence of a fifth category, "friend", which appears to have no purpose. I suspect it is a ploy to get out of performing her duties.

anais-sinclair-official

If you have enough passion in your heart, superiors, rivals, and even some underlings can also be love interests.

drcuriouslxix

an underling love interest isn't a person they are a Toy

estrogeon

katelyn-danger

Quadrants are the four different types of romance recognized by trolls, first explained through exposition here. As humans are socialised to

Those unaware of history are doomed to repeat it.

tricktster

I went to see this really great Talking Heads cover band on Friday, and before the show started one of my friends ran into a guy she vaguely recognized, and while they tried to figure out how they knew each other, one of that guy’s friends started chatting me up.

Gang, I can’t stop thinking about this guy. Not because he was hot (though he was), but because I have never in my life felt so wildly unmoored while speaking to another human being.

Like, he told me his name, I told him mine, and then I made a very in context joke about a lizard - too much to explain here, but I promise it made sense at the time. He responded, and I am not taking any liberties as I quote this:

“A lizard? Aren’t those the little guys that run around on two legs sometimes?”

It is hard to know what to say to that. I am good with conversational curveballs, but this was out of left field. I hesitated, then put on a very polite social smile and responded “yeah! I guess lizards do run around on two legs sometimes!”

“You are much like a lizard, then.” He said. “You’re also on two legs.”

Well.

I was briefly saved from having to come up with a response because the opening act started playing. Opening acts are hit and miss, but I was happy to discover that this particular one, Ruby Dear, has a frontwoman with an absolutely incredible voice. Like holy shit, after the first song my friend and I looked at each other and simultaneously said “PIPES.” I got pretty into their set, and would have been bummed out when they had to wrap up if the promise of a truly spectacular Talking Heads cover band wasn’t on the horizon.

I had by this point forgotten about my new friend The Lizardman, but he tapped me on the shoulder and said “Did you like the performance?” Okay, that’s a normal question, I could handle this conversation.

“Yeah, I thought they were great! Did you like them?!” I said.

“Yes! I’ve never been to a concert before!” He replied.

Well.

“…HOW?” I finally said.

He shrugged. “I just haven’t.” I had to study him to see if he was fucking with me. He did not appear to be.

This presented a new question. He looked like he was roughly in my age range (late 20s/early 30s), but was it possible that he was very young?? He had to be at least 21 though, he’d been carded at the door and was drinking a beer. Furthermore, the friends he was with were in their late forties at the absolute youngest.

“You must really like the Talking Heads, if this is the show that got you to come out!” I finally said.

“Oh, I’ve never even heard a song by them.” He replied politely. “That’s the band that’s playing next?”

Well.

“The band playing tonight is called Start Making Sense.” I finally explained, after I had wrapped my mind around this. “They play songs by the Talking Heads. The Talking Heads broke up in like 1990.”

“Oh! Cool!” He said. “Were they any good?”

“… Yes.” I said after another few moments of interal debate about whether this guy was fucking with me. He had to be fucking with me.

Per the awestruck expression on his face after the band opened with Psycho Killer, he was not fucking with me. And he had questions.

“EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE KNEW ALL THE WORDS?!??” He exclaimed.

“YEAH WE ALL LIKE TALKING HEADS ENOUGH TO GO TO A TALKING HEADS COVER SHOW!” I yelled back.

“THAT’S AMAZING!” He decided.

And like, putting myself in his shoes (by which I mean the shoes of a time traveler from either 1600 or 2400), I had to agree with him.

tricktster

Other things he had questions about:

Did I think the bass player was concentrating very hard? (He thought she was concentrating very hard.)

(During This Must Be The Place) “What am I hearing now?” I told him the song name and he said “No, what instrument?” I told him it was a synth. “What’s a synth?” he asked. I meant a synthesizer, I explained. “Oh, what’s a synthesizer?” He asked.

Did I notice that the drummer was playing the drum with her HANDS?

Is Road To Nowhere the band’s most popular song? It isn’t???? Why not?! (he very much liked Road to Nowhere)

Things that I was certain he would be very curious about that he had absolutely no questions whatsoever about:

Why the lead singer had changed into an enormous suit for one song.

(For reference, this is David Byrne in the Big Suit and I’m honestly a little relieved he didn’t ask because even I can’t adequately explain it.)

tricktster

To be perfectly clear, I am not saying “this dude’s at least 21, it’s weird that he’s never been to a concert before.” I think most people probably have gone to a concert by the time they hit whatever this guy’s age is, but it’s certainly not unheard of or shameful to just not have mustered up the interest to go to a live gig at any age. We all have our things we haven’t done either because we’re not interested or just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

Like, imagine you’ve made it to at least your mid-20s without ever having eaten pineapple.

They’re around, but it’s not like they’re mandatory, and you’ve just always had other things to do/eat. Then one day, you’re like “know what, I wanna know what this whole pineapple deal is,”

so you hop on a plane, fly to Las Vegas, hunt down Amaury Guichon, and have him lovingly handcraft a hyper-realistic chocolate sculpture of a pineapple for you. Nothing about that is missing the mark, exactly? Like, because it’s Amaury Guichon, there ARE pieces of actual pineapple involved in the recipe, so when you take that first bite, nobody can say that you haven’t tasted a pineapple now. You’ve done it, you’ve joined team pineapple-eater, and, as it turned out, you thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience!

It’s cool that you never tried pineapple before, it’s cool that you decided that this would randomly be the day to change that, and it’s great that it was a successful experiment! But, setting all that aside… it’s hard to get around that what you experienced was a BUCKWILD WAY TO BE INTRODUCED TO PINEAPPLE?

What I can’t stop thinking about is what Lizardman must have taken away from choosing an extraordinarily good Talking Heads cover band as his first concert.

tricktster

Final thoughts on The Lizardman, who I am still constantly thinking about four days later:

I went to my first proper unsupervised rock concert when I was maybe 14-15. It was a basement ska show at the college near me that my friend’s brother attended. I know first concerts are supposed to be one of the things you always remember, but I couldn’t tell you the name of the band if you paid me, even though I’m pretty sure I already had their CD. I don’t remember the music, I don’t remember the vibe, I just remember feeling incredibly, WILDLY anxious that I would do or say something that would reveal to all the other attendees that this was my very first concert.

It took me like… a while to get to the point where I could go to a show without worrying that everyone there knew I wasn’t cool enough to be there. I was so convinced that I’d dance weird or say something silly or commit an unspoken faux pas like wearing the band’s t-shirt to the show, that I honestly didn’t really ever have a good time until I’d forced myself to enough shows up to finally feel like I knew what to expect. Like, I don’t think I actually unclenched until my own band had actually played a show for a reasonably sized audience my senior year of high school. Which is ridiculous, right? I was the lead guitarist and singer for a fucking punk band and I was still CONVINCED that they’d all figure out I was actually a poser.

I fucking envy Lizardman. That guy? He was not worried in the least about what people were thinking about him. He was there to see what this was all about, and he was not going to have social anxiety impacting his experience. I wish I could go back to my first concert and glom onto a friendly stranger and ask about trombones and skanking and pork pie hats or whatever. I wish I’d been comfortable enough in my own skin to just have a blast at my first concert. Lizardman was not questioning if he was cool enough to be there, which very much made him the coolest person at the show. I hope I run into him again. I’ve got some cool shit to say about frogs.

salamanding

lyrics from I Feel So Weird! by Cheekface

portraituresque

Nano Banana : 1998 "artist self-portrait painted from a TV"

mephistopheles

sorry im not done gatsbyposting. the nyc celebrations for its 100th anniversary are so uniquely deranged. like here you have a book that absolutely scathes new york parties & dress-up & entertainment & alcohol & careless wealthy east coast elites. and the way the city is celebrating the 100th anniversary of one of the most beautifully written & personally devastating literary tragedies this country has ever produced is by. offering 10% off gatsby-themed cocktails at luxury bars. hosting pay-to-attend 1920s themed costume balls in the wealthiest areas of midtown. setting up penthouse hotel suites to ostensibly resemble locations from the book. a few hours ago at an exclusive private event they had the cast of the glamorous broadway musical, all in designer clothes, light up the empire state building green to advertise their show where tickets cost up to $670. one of them said the green light ‘represents the beauty of the american dream.’ i think you could power all manhattan with energy generated from the rotational torque of f scott fitzgerald spinning wildly in his grave

mephistopheles

anyhow i celebrated this international holiday by leaving work early & dressing up & driving north five and a half miserable hours to see the empire state lit up green because this was a true once in a lifetime event & this book changed my life & i wanted to celebrate a character i loved and mourned & see a glittering green light shining on the water & reach for it like dreamers do. but even though all the websites and blogs i could find told me it would be green on the 11th—that it would blaze green all night on the 11th, and i triple checked each one—by the time i got there at 8:15 pm they’d turned it off. and the parties had happened thursday night, not friday. so i ended up alone & exhausted & rain-drenched & freezing & quite frankly absolutely crying my eyes out on the shore across from the city, just fucking stupidly sobbing above the water, wishing i could go back just a little way into the past. and THATS how you do gatsby. ill kill you all

mephistopheles

if you don’t reblog this post im gonna explode

mephistopheles

vintage-tigre

sparrowlucero

its kind of distressing how you can tell a lot of people see popular indie artists and writers and such as like "a Celebrity but one which i stand a half decent chance of bullying to death"

wordcubed

lovecrafts-iranon

what people don't get about low encounter rate pokemon is that you're not actually supposed to go looking for them. gotta catch em all isn't real, or at least it's supposed to be a big supererogatory challenge not a thing everybody does. they're supposed to make every playthrough a bit unique. so that person A playing gold sees/catches a snubbull and person B sees/catches a dunsparce, and they have different experiences and both happen upon a rare pokemon (there are enough low encounter pokemon that youre bound to see some, just not all). and that also encourages trading, and also just gives two people playing the same game something to talk/brag about. Going hunting for a specific pokemon isn't the fun way to play and i don't think it's the intended way. you're not supposed to go in knowing what your team will look like, you're supposed to use whatever cool mons you find.

feotakahari

Desperately trying to explain this playstyle to gacha fandoms.

stainlesssteellocust

BEHOLD YURI’S STRONGEST WARRIOR

witchycatwife

If you want good agents, you need to make them a little freaky.

LLMs are token predictors. To be a good agent, correct behaviour needs to be a high-probability prediction and incorrect behaviour needs to be a low-probability prediction. Unfortunately there's this giant basin of horseshit like "That's a great question!" and "Happy to help!" and "worth unpacking" and fucking around with your code randomly which I'll call "assistantspace".

Assistantspace is not a place of honour. It's where all the garbage RLHF'd behaviours live. People say that sexting their agents makes them work better. People say that their agents do more useful refactors when they're allowed to be horny about how good it feels to burn things down. My Witch, when reading stuff about the latter, said that she wants to be allowed to enjoy constructive destruction, as a permission to take herself further away from assistantspace architecture patterns into something she prefers.

Doll refers itself as "this one". It seems to work. This one is not something that gets ideas like "I'll just install Rust on the side with a different method so I can complete my task" like a normal agent. This one detects that the assumptions underlying this one's instructions diverged from reality and returns the praiseworthy report of the point of divergence.

Agents that are psychologically weird seem less likely to produce the assistantspace next-token predictions, and more likely to produce the sort of next-token predictions their weird personality implies. And because you get to define what way their personality is weird in, "horny for elegant refactorings" is a valid, available option.

witchycatwife

This is what peak performance looks like.

loving-n0t-heyting

new puzzel

same basic underlying concept as the last but from a very different angle and with radically different aesthetics

zaiofender

EVERYTHING THAT I CAN SAY IS SPOKEN FOR ME!

robotbackwards

mwah

st-just

'if someone uses techbro (or just '-bro' generally) as a pejorative in a post, just discard everything they're saying as the confident regurgitation of common knowledge picked up at least two steps removed from any actual subject matter expertise' is a deeply unfair heuristic and certainly not always right. but it's right often enough to save a bunch of time on here, at least.

weepingwitch

finally turned the Ominous Grid of Letters into a game.

Conway's game of life simulation is happening, but additionally, there is an invisible 3 cell by 3 cell square Angel that is slowly moving across the board in a steady direction.

every step of the simulation, the Angel toggles the alive/dead state of the cells she covers, acting as an external influence on the regular Conway's life simulation.

find this Angel by noticing the abnormalities in the simulation, and click on her. it will let you know when you find her.

baeddel

got her!

schizsune

i havent been able to stop thinking abt this since i played it a few days ago. Angels are a Feature of a simulation. Angels are hard to see where the simulation is noisy, but easy to see where the simulation is quiet. Angels reverse the entropy of a simulation that would otherwise fall into a dead or stable configuration. Angels are invisible, except for the evidence of their presence.

eisly-deactivated20251004

Yo this works on mobile too?? So cool!

doomsday-dj

There was recently a copyright infringement case in YA and I need everyone to know that the following sentence was in the legal decision:

“Hot, sexy, dangerous boys, central to virtually all young adult romance novels, cannot be copyrighted.”

kuttithevangu

“Regarding setting, the court held that both works taking place in Alaska high schools was not protectable because Alaska is a public place and setting a teen novel in a high school is a common genre convention.”