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Truffle pigs when they finally find the last underground mushroom in the grove
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But... Stochastic Parrots.
Open access link: https://dl.acm.org/doi/abs/10.1145/3442188.3445922
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the "@staff" is just the bio text.
tumblr staff will not contact you through anything other than email or their official accounts, which will all have this badge:
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report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.
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I just got tagged by one of these! Yikes!
(I also get tagged by this sort of scam page pretty regularly on facebook.)
I'm imagining a world where RPGMaker somehow made it as the de facto codebase for software and you have to navigate your banking app by walking around in a huge room full of NPCs named "make deposit" and "make withdrawal" etc and there's loud as fuck stock music playing
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
The Jovians are giant matter/energy converters. They take in Jupiter's hydrogen-rich atmosphere, separate out the helium by oxidizing it and then electrolyzing it, and perform nuclear fusion within their grapefruit-sized living cells through an as-yet unexplained magnetic process. This generates energy to power the organism by a kind of gamma ray photosynthesis, and allows for the production of the metals needed to make their body function.
Because of the complexity of their cells and their macroscopic size compared to the entire individual--which is only 50 meters across not counting the balloon cell, they are able to link their bodies together and split apart at will using long nerve-dense tendrils.
Jovian collective memory therefore goes back nearly 5 million years, thought by some Jovians to be the earliest time at which Jovians were sapient.
The Jovians developed agriculture 3 million years ago, and have begun to radically affect the evolution of several species. Only in the past few thousands of years, though, have they perfected their magnum opus--organisms which function as giant matter synthesizers.
They had first bred a related clade of balloon-shaped cloud dwellers to be able to link their brains to themselves, and then to use their fusors to secrete heavy elements en masse, so they would not have to generate their own and waste so much energy on doing so.
But now, they have been perfected into giant fabricators, able to assemble almost any structure a Jovian can imagine.
They thought themselves to be alone in the solar system--save for the Sun, the sole other life form known in the system.
That was, until the Galileo Entry Probe.
A meteor shot across the Jovian skies, as they were sometimes known to do. They were so rarely ever captured, being tiny needles in haystacks, but they carried heavy elements, so were valued.
The Jovians used their floating telephone network to transmit information about the meteor's trajectory. A task force of biodrone pilots assembled to rush for the meteor and attempt to capture it for study. They were shocked to find that slowed down much more rapidly than any meteor ever discovered.
When they got close, they figured out why. This was a life form, somehow, using a kind of semi-balloon to slow its descent.
Further study revealed it not to be a huge single cell as previously thought, but a machine of some kind, one assembled out of many crude parts. They found the radio transmitter, and, using the same frequency, broadcast a message to Saturn, the next best planet around which to search for life. When that failed, they transmitted the message to Uranus and Neptune.
They got no response, but the alien machine must have come from Saturn.
One of the biggest projects in recent history had been formed. It would take physicists, engineers, farmers, sociologists, and astronomers many years to realize. But one way or another, the Jovians were going to find their Saturnian sisters.
Escaping the second deepest gravitational well in the solar system wasn't going to be easy. The Jovians built bio-fusion powered pulse rockets and rose out into Low Jovian Orbit, where they built a vast space station--well, vast by our standards.
The team behind the Galileo orbiting spacecraft misinterpreted the pulses as lightning, and the station as an unstable minor moon on the way to breaking up.
They only discovered the Galileo spacecraft too late, while it was on an impact course for Jupiter. It burned up long before anyone could capture it.
In mid-2017, the Jovians arrived at Saturn. Their entry probe revealed nothing to them, their radio pings fell on silent ears.
But there was something there. A moon emitting more energy than it received from the Sun, which seemed to be intelligently changing its trajectory.
And that's exactly what the Cassini spacecraft team observed as well--for though its eyes were much smaller, its target was much, much larger, and much, much brighter.
Cassini was nearly at the end of its mission. But it still had enough fuel to prolong its life. Mission control panicked when they learned the alien craft was on an intercept course.
They got some very incredible views of the approaching craft... then some very out-of-focus views... and then they lost contact altogether.
The Jovians found that it was clearly the same technology as the one that was dropped into Jupiter, and was chocked full of heavy elements, including some unknown ones.
But they saw no evidence of life of any kind on Saturn. So where did the probe come from?
The Jovians turned their attention to the radio signals that were detected from the craft, and searched the solar system for similar radio-bright sources.
It turned out one of the dwarf planets was practically screaming in the radio.
But how could that be? The Jovians studied Earth with their instruments and determined that although it lacked hydrogen in its atmosphere, it was covered in water. Water meant hydrogen, which meant the possibility for life. And there was oxygen in the atmosphere, which did imply something was splitting apart the hydrogen from the oxygen.
And that is why, today, 2026, there is a giant, creepily organic nuclear rocket in orbit around the Earth.
Jovians can't visit Earth safely--the risk of them just exploding is too high, but humans can visit their spacecraft with the right kind of space suit.
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
Taylor Swift does this
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You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.
Some of the bleach burned thru the shirt bc this was my first time bleaching anything ever, but it kinda adds to it.
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
under 18, AI is a net positive
under 18, AI is a net negative
18-29, AI is a net positive
18-29, AI is a net negative
30-45, AI is a net positive
30-45, AI is a net negative
46-60, AI is a net positive
46-60, AI is a net negative
over 60, AI is a net postive
over 60, AI is a net negative
Question 2/3
How often do you visit or interact with museums/archives (whether in person or online)?
Frequently (multiple times per month)
Often (multiple times per year)
Occasionally (a couple times per year)
Rarely (once every couple of years)
Never :(
Question 3/3
If you saw a museum was using AI in exhibits, marketing, research, etc., would you be more or less inclined to visit that museum?
under 18, more inclined
under 18, less inclined
18-29, more inclined
18-29, less inclined
30-45, more inclined
30-45, less inclined
46-60, more inclined
46-60, less inclined
over 60, more inclined
over 60, less inclined
Thank you for helping with this data collection. Please rb for as big a sample as possible!
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My two biggest posts were in 2023 and '25 but how come I only got 204 notes total for '24? 😅
Easy to figure out why my posting rate increased from 2020 to '22, but that huge blip in 2015?
Almost entirely Mad Max: Fury Road
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny