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first time trying one of these recreations but i saw the bed and couldnt resist
remade in The Sims 2!
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Drawn it with Beeg Marker (the kind kids use because the standard ones "are for the grown ups" or smth)
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I made it in the sims 4
One of the most common complaints about Star Trek I saw growing up was âwhy donât they use the holodeck more? If you were living in that time period and you could just make anything you wanted anytime you wanted and live out fantasies forever, why arenât more people addicted to the holodeck?â
And then generative ai was created.
And now I get it. I get why nobody on Star Trek spends all their free time in the holodeck. I get why all the crew are putting on stage plays, and holding music recitals, and building models, and playing poker. I get why everyone was so skeptical and mean to the Doctor on Voyager. I get why the ONE TIME we see someone obsessed with the holodeck it infringes on peopleâs likeness rights and permissions.
Because fundamentally at the end of the day we are human beings and we ENJOY working with our hands and making REAL human connections. A person who learns to play an instrument is always going to be viewed as an artist over someone who asks the computer to generate music for them.
Even as recent as Lower Decks they were making fun of the fact that the crew were putting on amateurish plays and holding music recitals. But after living with Ai for so long and seeing how detrimental itâs been to the world⌠Iâd much rather watch my friends put on a stage play than âparticipateâ in a holodeck movie.
Whatâs most amazing about this is that it was completely unintentional. I do not for one second think that the writers of the time in the 90âs were really thinking about the larger issues that generative ai and chatGTP would cause. How could they? Text to speech back then was still robotic as heck. More likely they wrote that stuff in because it was cheaper to film on sets the owned than try to build, film, or rent out different locations each week.
Thatâs the down to earth logistical real reason Data is reciting poems about his cat or Riker is in a play put on in ten forward. Itâs just cheaper to do that than to build a whole new set or move production to a new location.
Yet at the end of the day, I think that unintentionally speaks to a very human need that ai is making more and more prevalent to us day in and day out.
And thatâs the fact nobody wants to deal with generative SLOP.
This made me think of somethingâif Data makes art, does that technically make it ai-generated art?
Actually⌠yes! And itâs one of the better character arcs that is explored throughout the series!
Data is always trying to mimic humanity and learn, but often heâs hampered by his programming. People fall asleep at his poem recital, donât enjoy his music or paintings, and even playing Sherlock became boring⌠all because he kept defaulting to an algorithmic perfection. Both his poems and much were technically flawless, but they had no soul. His paintings could only imitate other artists styles. And because he memorized all the Sherlock novels he was able to instantly solve the mystery before it even began.
It wasnât until Data gained the ability to dream did his art and creativity start to become his own thing.
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I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious
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thank you kojima, you deserve so much more.
extremely funny to me that harley quinns real name is apparently harleen quinzel, a name that sounds less real that harley quinn. they should do that with more comic characters. batman real name batthew manning. daredevil real name darius devilson. doctor strange real name. well okay that one doesnt count.
Black Boltâs real name is Blackagar Boltagon
this has been plaguing my mind for days
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trying to draw while watching the new hbomberguy vid was a bad idea because for the entire second half i was like this
The Turkey Story
So itâs 2001, and my family drives from fucking California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for thanksgiving, becuase my grandparents are moving into a nursing home and itâs their last holiday in that house. So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.
Since itâs their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love are good, even if they are sincere. In the spirit of going all-out, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey. Â
Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy scout by tossing foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been addicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights. He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for a spicier mesquite-style bird, so Bobby makes a Cornish Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.
Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea. He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen becuase why not? He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so thereâs dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out. Itâs Genius.
Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff slouching after her.
So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids all being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America. Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, I was near tears from this nonsense and ready to fight a man roughly five times my size. Â
Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us weâre rotten children for âattackingâ him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an ugly mustache.
My sister eventually bolts upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip-Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinsonâs slowly taking over him.
âFirstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or Iâll beat your skull in. Also, dinnerâs ready, everyone go wash up.â
We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional âName one thing youâre thankful forâ as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit. Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase itâs really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and thereâs an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool.
Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks-
âOH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT!â
We all stare at Sue. We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth. Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since sheâd been trying to justify Cliffâs behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.
âIT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WEâVE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WEâRE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, IâM SO SORRY JESUS-â She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like itâs a Victorian fainting couch only itâs a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler.
Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths âsheâs not coming backâ. Â
Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, falls on his ass himself. They are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle and itâs not working.
âI CANâT EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM-â Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the catholic church and even considered becoming a priest before getting drafted but thatâs another story) and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants. She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.
âI wouldnât want you to go hungry. Can I make you some Eggs?â
âThat would be lovely.â Said Sue, joke flying over her head like a boeing 747. I recall watching my grandmother nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.
Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby âFor marrying well, for a changeâ âPregnant Turkeyâ has been an Ohioan thanksgiving staple since then. Iâll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek âOH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANTâ when you carve it open, or itâs not authentic and wonât taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me.
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every day i have to try and trick myself into thinking doing tasks is better than doing fuck all but my brain knows on an instinctive level that doing fuck all is my one true calling
holy shit watch this until the end for a wild easter egg. not gonna spoil it and not sure when this aired but wow
It's important to understand that this segment is 9 years old.
