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This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
"But AI can't do your job. It can help you do your job, but that doesn't mean it's going to save anyone money. Take radiology: there's some evidence that AIs can sometimes identify solid-mass tumors that some radiologists miss, and look, I've got cancer. Thankfully, it's very treatable, but I've got an interest in radiology being as reliable and accurate as possible.
If my Kaiser hospital bought some AI radiology tools and told its radiologists: "Hey folks, here's the deal. Today, you're processing about 100 x-rays per day. From now on, we're going to get an instantaneous second opinion from the AI, and if the AI thinks you've missed a tumor, we want you to go back and have another look, even if that means you're only processing 98 x-rays per day. That's fine, we just care about finding all those tumors."
If that's what they said, I'd be delighted. But no one is investing hundreds of billions in AI companies because they think AI will make radiology more expensive, not even if that also makes radiology more accurate. The market's bet on AI is that an AI salesman will visit the CEO of Kaiser and make this pitch: "Look, you fire 9/10s of your radiologists, saving $20m/year, you give us $10m/year, and you net $10m/year, and the remaining radiologists' job will be to oversee the diagnoses the AI makes at superhuman speed, and somehow remain vigilant as they do so, despite the fact that the AI is usually right, except when it's catastrophically wrong.
"And if the AI misses a tumor, this will be the human radiologist's fault, because they are the 'human in the loop.' It's their signature on the diagnosis."
This is a reverse centaur, and it's a specific kind of reverse-centaur: it's what Dan Davies calls an "accountability sink." The radiologist's job isn't really to oversee the AI's work, it's to take the blame for the AI's mistakes.
This is another key to understanding – and thus deflating – the AI bubble. The AI can't do your job, but an AI salesman can convince your boss to fire you and replace you with an AI that can't do your job. This is key because it helps us build the kinds of coalitions that will be successful in the fight against the AI bubble."
- Cory Doctorow, The Reverse Centaur’s Guide to Criticizing AI
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I hate doing this so fucking much but I am struggling, my life has completely fallen apart, and I hate asking for help but I don't know what else to do. I've lost my job, my family disowned me, and I am at the risk of facing homelessness. This is genuinely the most stressful time of my life. I'm trying to move back out to Pennsylvania so I can be closer to my friends and family. So I've started a Go Fund Me. Sharing/Donating would mean the world to me.
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The Supreme Court of Nepal ruled in favour of same-sex marriage on 18 June 2026, requiring the government to ensure marriage equality.
As reported by Pahichan Media, human rights activist and former politician Sunil Babu Pant welcomed the ruling.
“This landmark ruling marks a historic milestone for equality, dignity, and human rights in Nepal, while providing crucial legal clarity and protection for the rights of same-sex couples,” he said.
“The verdict reaffirms the constitutional principles established in Sunil Babu Pant vs Nepal Govt, and strengthened through later cases, including Maya Surendra’s first-ever legal registration of non-traditional heterosexual marriage in Nepal,” Pant continued.
she is a princess and you are a dragon. she will be married tonight. do not keep standing outside of her room like that, go inside. go get her. that is what proper dragons do.
not that you have ever been a good or proper dragon. when you hatched out of your egg, your eggtooth was too smooth. the other dragons were rough with you, put little holes in your wings.
you were not bold. you were odd. you liked rippling water and the shine of chitin when bugs scuttle and of course the movement of the stars. those were all acceptable interests albeit maybe not traditional. perhaps you had inherited these through some great-great-uncle or something. certainly a dragon may be wise, or clever, if they are not bold.
yes, you have been a great deal of a puzzle to the other dragons. your body is smaller and rather more soft than it ought to be. so speed should have been yours, perhaps - your mother said it would be like fighting a shadow. if a dragon is not aggressive, it may instead be cruel, sly; a backstab. but alas your scales - so iridescent that they almost shine like the moon at night, a glow from within - you are not a shadow, you are a beacon like the flash of a knight's blade. your father has said at least you would make a fine egglayer, a nice mate to a good male. a dragon like you may still be a good mother perhaps; and that is a fine thing to be; although of course it would have been better if you'd been a trove-hoarder instead.
what a dragon must not be is kind.
you have watched her now for six moons. what a good and proper dragon would do is to go inside and to snatch her. a very proper dragon would have kidnapped her many times over, but you will be the delight of your brood to princess-snatch even at all. when you catch her in your jaws and bring her home, they will love you, then. they don't think you're capable of it, but you are, because you're a proper dragon. you can show them that. if you go in, now, right now.
you are rather too glossy to hide in the shadows, so instead you have learned how to appear flat and round, a puddle of light. (how your siblings would mock you! a dragon should be matte, to blend with the night). you dapple your flank with mud. you perch in odd angles atop of trees, scuttle like the bugs you love - hither, tither, frantic.
what you must not do is fly with your wings full-out. alight, you will be limned by the moon's corona. you will be a beacon. you must remember this when (not if) you snatch her.
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you found her because of the lake. this lake in particular was your favorite - nestled deep in the woods, between two mountains. it is very quiet; there is nothing to horde there so no other dragon bothers you. a gentle waterfall spills over into a deep cove, and there are many mossy caves you've spent your afternoons napping in. while it is not proper for a dragon to prefer such things, you like to lay in rolling tenure just under the water. you have become excellent at holding your breath, can do it for hours. it is the easiest way to appear as a patch of sunlight.
she was not sunlight. she was the night's joy. the dark press of water. her face at first concealed by many diaphanous layers. her breathing quick and quiet.
she had pulled them back to drink from her water flask. and there she had been: a princess. your first very-real princess. right there, only the reach of a single talon from you. if you had simply lunged then, you would have been able to take her easily, in one single movement.
but you did not take her.
she had startled you a bit; you'd been daydreaming about music, which you'd just discovered, and rather liked. you'd heard it from a little house while you snuck in and stole their sheep.
but you knew the sound of fear, of being followed. you'd been chased too many times, you knew what it looked like. the rapid jolt of fear.
you smelled her then; cinnamon and onyx, and perhaps that was what had blinded you. perhaps your mouth was just watering. whatever the case, you waited until she had fled back into the forest; and then you waited a bit longer. in her wake, a garrison of men, their hands rough.
oh. so they were not knights. they were just men chasing a young woman through the woods. perhaps they did not even know a real princess had been running from them. well, that was a relief. you are not good at fighting with knights, who have swords instead of cudgels. these were just men, so you rose from the water in the quiet way you'd learned from the fish. they did not hear you coming.
and besides. proper dragons do violence so well.
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once you had smelled her you could find her, although such things have always been easier for you than for the others. you spend a great deal of time studying things - it allows you to analyze them. you have tried to explain to the other dragons that sometimes it is best to slow down, but of course no dragon should be slow.
at first you did not understand the confusion of the people's umwelt. they relied so much on their communication (only words and actions!) and what they could see with their eyes. you and the other dragons did not use these as much; but you liked prying out the little sonic differences between hello that means "i like you" and hello that means "i don't like you."
so it took you a while to learn that you were responsible for what had happened to her. men had gone missing, and even bad men going missing makes a big fuss. (you know that if it had been girls missing, it would be okay. many proper dragons steal girls because it will not bring a knight to their door). for a while she had been trapped on the palace grounds. it was determined that it was no longer safe for her to be just a princess, she must undergo some human transformation and become a wife.
and then you saw her descending from the window of a castle, quick and agile, moving like a whisper, clad almost entirely in black. you could see her quite well of course, although you were not seeing her; but instead her heat and her smell and her sound and all the other sensory noise all humans give off.
you followed her, keeping yourself in a cloud so you appeared as if mist. she stole off into the woods. you were interested in that, and watched her scuttle - although of course you could have taken her then. she did not seem to do much in the woods, only run around cry into her little hands.
she appeared to be looking for something. she did not get far that first night; scurried back to her bed. over and over this happened - she would run as far as she could, only to go back again. it seemed rather boring to you, but of course you had been free your whole life.
and then one night - finally, she arrived at the lake. she sank to her knees then, her hands pressing into the water. her head tilted to the sky. her dark hair spilling in a caught breath behind her.
this is how you heard her voice for the first time. when she came again the next night, she did so more quickly, more assured. straight to the lake, as if it had called her.
she had skipped a pebble over the surface of the water. this action was dangerous, because it almost hit the sail of your wing. you had structured yourself very finely to look like a rockslide.
"three months." her voice was like her: it was deep and smooth and dark, a low violin string. "they want me to marry that bastard in three months."
and then she cried into her hands again, and the sound of it almost broke you.
so you followed her maybe more than a proper dragon should, then. more than back to the castle. you hid along her daily walks and watched her in the throne room and saw her out riding horses. she was good with dogs and nice to her people and very much a proper princess, although you know a proper princess ought not to slip out at night and run around barefoot through the woods.
you discovered she is terrible with directions. you have often had to make a path more clear so she could get home again. she cannot hunt better than an egg; you have had to kill fish and push them subtly up to the shore.
but she appears to love the lake as much as you do. you have seen her read by candlelight (how foolish. the entire woods saw her each time). you have seen her build little paper boats to float along the surface. you have seen her strip her many layers and dive in, have seen her lay with her belly to the sky, floating like she is suspended by the hands of darkness itself.
oh. so she loves the stars, as well, then.
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you must go in. she will be married tonight. that is a human thing, but you have learned what it has meant. she will go to somewhere else, and you will not see her again, maybe ever. and then how will you be a proper dragon? go!
you have made yourself in the form of a gargoyle, hiding in the white stone. you can see into her room; and the tapestries that seem unlike her. everything in her room is very bright, which is bad for a proper dragon. there are many knights in the hallways and in their rooms, and their smell is itchy and repugnant to you.
her dress is white, which does not seem like her. you have only seen her wear black. she is sitting at some kind of desk, and she is crying again. she smells of cinnamon still, but moreso of grief. you can feel the heartbreak in her as if it was inside of you.
you cannot watch her cry anymore. you have watched too often without moving. that is shameful.
you nose the door open. you can move quiet, because you are not very big. she is within a cave of you, then a wingtip, and then she is standing up, looking into your eyes.
"it's you." her hand on your jaw is warm. "i thought i was imagining you, you know. i turned around that day. i saw what you did to those men. i have been looking for you since. i told everyone that i had an angel to protect me. they locked me in here anyway."
you are not an angel, you are a dragon. you have to keep your wings locked tight or you would explode the walls of this place. it makes you feel big, suddenly. you are not used to that sensation. you do not like to be locked in a tower. you believe maybe the princess does not like to be locked in a tower either.
you take her in your jaws. she is very small, and does not resist you. although you are not a strong flyer, you must take off in a single push. any other movement would be too slow. you must also hold your breath so you do not smell her, the clove and cinnamon and little bird of hope. your mouth would water and you would drop her.
against the full moon, you do the thing that is impossible. you stretch yourself out all the way, a bold and beaming arrow, and you fly. you can hear them cry about you now, loudly. a banner that would strike pride even into your father: dragon. dragon. dragon.
on the eve of her wedding, you snatch the princess from her tower.
an arrow whisks for you, and then dozens, and then hundreds. you are not afraid of pain. you have learned long ago how to fly with holes in your wings. you hold her very gently still, and you push past the smell of your blood.
in the night you are a star. someone somewhere could look up and see you and make a wish.
there will be another lake, you decide. you can find another lake. somewhere very, very far from here. however long you must fly, however long you must hold your breath: you will take her home, because you are a proper dragon.
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sometimes they come for her, your treasure. you have built her a little castle here, deep in the forests off the map. and of course for you: a silver round lake like the shift of her iris. you bring her books and she brings you bugs to study. you let her saddle you, and together you ride through the clouds and fog banks. she is a shadow on your back; a warm and velvet thing. she makes you music and lives the way she should; free in the night like a promise.
but they do come. you have stolen a real princess, and they do not want her to be a princess. they want to make her into a brood mother, or into bait, or into prey. they always look into the caves first; into the places proper dragons stay. they are real knights, not just men with sticks. they are loud and their smell still makes you itch.
but she has made you brave now, and cunning. if a dragon is not big, it should be cunning. and since you are a proper dragon, and since your treasure is your most precious thing, you lay in wait.
let them come. you will let the light drip off of you, and then you will pour through them.
afterwards, your princess will tell you a story around the fire. she will patch your wounds as she did that first time. she will sing to you.
and in that moment, neither of you will be a title nor a story. she will just be herself, and you will just be you.
Hello, hope you're having a wonderful day! I was wondering how the DAO would react to an elderly warden? The grumpy but secretly caring of their companions type of old person?
Alistair finds their presence rather comforting. This is someone who has experienced much of what life has to offer and from that comes knowledge. The sternness and fondness reminds him of Duncan. They keep him on his toes, train him in the art of shieldwork (and surprise him often with their unexpected stamina), and every so often, he’ll find his armour polished and his blade sharp as ever.
Morrigan scoffs at first. This is the person expected to defeat the Blight, alongside the fool that is Alistair? Someone well beyond their years who should’ve perished at the first hurdle had her mother not intervened. She is not afraid to voice such opinions. Things get worse down the line when she slowly realises she comes to enjoy their quiet company. They helped her with Flemeth, expressed an interest in her life in the Wilds, and the gilded mirror… oh, some part of her inner child weeps at the mirror they gifted her, as hardened and pragmatic as she is.
Zevran gets an absolute kick out of ribbing them about their age whenever he can get. He only does this when he realises the murderous glare they send everyone’s way is for appearances rather than true intent. He sees it all: the way the warden listens to Leliana’s stories, how they make sure Alistair is sleeping enough. How they philosophise with Sten. And how dangerously close they are to worming their way into Zevran’s heart. They didn't have to get him those Dalish gloves, but they did. They laughed at his attempts to flirt, a rare sound that has Zevran rather smug at being able to elicit.
Leliana will not question the Maker. If He has set this person on her path, she will gladly offer her aid. Her attempts at helping the warden (either at mealtimes or with carrying their items when they get tired) are met with begrudging thanks. They’re much like Sten in a way, but less sullen. And, she notes, very much in enjoyment of her singing. She'll sing to them when the nightmares get particularly bad.
Sten was expecting disappointment from the warden. A pointless death, slow reflexes and a weak arm unfit for carrying weaponry. They impress him with their battle prowess and defy expectations. A battle-partner with a penchant for collecting paintings and gifting them to him, one who can find a single lost sword during times of war… one worthy of being called kadan.
Wynne would find it rather refreshing at first. She can relate to them; someone close to her age and thrust into a grand adventure. She also sees past the grumpy facade immediately. She knows they are world-weary. They've taken on a huge responsibility and their life is not theirs anymore. They serve something greater. It's admirable.
Shale could not care less. If the warden is to die of old age, as most squishy humans do, Shale hopes it does so after the blight is defeated. It isn't so bad, however. It gifts Shale beautiful, glittering gems that improves their chances of eradicating the world of chickens greatly. And the warden brought Shale to Cadash Thaig. Oh, all right then. They aren't so bad.
Oghren is far too caught up in his own drunken shame to truly judge, but his slurred, disparaging comments would have anyone else think otherwise. After the warden helps him with Felsi, he's glad to have a drinking companion. If they're both dead drunk, they won't remember the silent acknowledgement shared between warriors that have seen the worst of what life has to offer. They both have things they'd rather forget.
Dog is happy. The warden feeds him, pets him and pulls the occasion tick from his ears. Dog loves his warden. Dog would die for his warden. Dog hopes his warden does not die before he does.
Somewhere along the way, Loghain decides he is too old and tired to make any judgments. After all, they spared him when they did not need to. It’s refreshing speaking to someone who is like him. Reserved and gruff. A pragmatist at heart… and yet when he sees the warden sat with their mabari, reminiscing by the fire, he can only think of himself and his sweet Adalla, and the cool rage of grief.
Alright, just to get the excitement out of my veins-
I had the most insane Marvel Rivals match to happen to me and I'm so happy to be a part of it.
Context for my gamin' skills: they're mediocre. It's entirely dependent on team synergy. I also tend to prefer healer classes more often than not, so I'm not ever high on any scoreboard but you can alway trust me to do my damndest with healing.
Now, the story time:
The match was a convoy game and we were on the Midtown map. The enemy team was, putting it lightly, kicking our asses. I was, at first, playing Elsa Bloodstone because we already had two Strategists and I'm not that good of a tank. We only gave them some trouble at the start before they switch characters and beat us to a pulp (literally, one of them was Hulk and he kept throwing us around alongside Doc Strange).
Then, somewhere mid-game, one of our teammates, Invisible-Woman I believe, left the match.
Note, this was competitive. We weren't going to get another teammate (a fact that I didn't know until mid-match), so it was just us five players against six.
When I noticed that a Jeff player was the only healer in the team, I quickly switched to the White Fox because being the lone healer sucks. And I wasn't about to let a fellow Jeff main suffer against the weight of healing the team.
We gave the team some more trouble but they managed to get their convoy to the end.
Then, it was our turn.
One of other players (I think either Moon Knight or Thor) had stated that we need to locked in, especially if we wanted to win. That's when we all metaphorically looked at other and nodded.
We locked in.
Thor taking the hits and throwing hands, Peni setting traps everywhere she could, Moon Knight also throwing hands and staying on point, Jeff throwing out the healing bubbles, then me (playing the White Fox) switching between healing the group and being the emergency DPS if needed.
We moved the convoy with almost no interruption (at the end we had some issues, Hulk and a flank hero were trying to sandwich us but we held through). The game went into a tie-breaker match. The team cheered but Moon Knight had stated that we need to bring this home, we need to keep it up because the enemy had the first tie-break attempt.
We solemnly nod and continue the fight. With as much teamwork as we can do, the enemy team didn't reach the first checkpoint. At this point, my hands had started to shake and, for a second, there was a genuine worry that something was going to fuck up last second.
However, with the team synergy we had, that worry wasn't there for long.
The gate opens and we fought tooth and nail. Everyone stayed on point and we kept attacking.
Until we got past that line in the sand and won the whole match.
That was the best match I had in this game yet and I had to end there. It was too good. And the fact that no one was on comms and we only went off of vibes was amazing.
I don't know if they have a tumblr or not, BUT-
To the Peni, Thor, Moon Knight, & Jeff in the match, y'all were amazing and I wish to play with y'all again someday.
That's the end of my story time. Have a good evening folks.
Y'all if you're American please email your politicians and senators against the parents decide act. I'm fucking begging because we're reaching a tipping point.
Quick and easy link to both find your congressmen/women and giving you a quick and easy way to copy / paste the message into it. You want to oppose. It's an act that will demand that all major OS makers integrate a direct forced age verification control into all OS.
I received a comment on this that I figured would be very helpful- it's a template for communicating with your representatives. Be sure to use it for reference
Dear Representative [Name],
I am writing to express my strong opposition to H.R. 8250 (The "Parents Decide Act"). As your constituent and a concerned citizen, I believe this bill introduces unprecedented risks to digital privacy and security.
Specifically, I am alarmed by:
SEC. 2(a)(1)(B): Requiring age verification to even use an operating system creates a mandatory "hardware lockout" that ends anonymous computing and forces users to hand over sensitive identification data to major corporations just to power on their devices.
SEC. 2(a)(3): Mandating that OS providers create a system for all app developers to access verification data is a massive security vulnerability. This effectively creates a centralized API of user identities accessible to thousands of third-party developers, many of whom may lack adequate data protection.
This bill does not protect children; it creates a centralized surveillance infrastructure at the OS level. I urge you to protect the privacy of your constituents and vote NO on H.R. 8250.
This is a hell that us down under in Australia are already living in, and it’s not even effective at what it claims to do in protecting children.
Given that, in the wake of this mandatory identification policy, my country seems to be moving to hand over its citizens biometric data, like fingerprints, Face ID files, and identification documents, over to the USA and to ICE to maintain the visa free travel (ESTA) we have, I strongly urge any US resident to send these emails, or make calls.
But if you can’t do that, the most powerful thing you can do is spread the word. Tell your friends, family, coworkers, anyone who can help.
My reach will likely be small, and so I don’t know if this will mean very much in the grand scheme of things, but I cannot stand to see this tracking happen to another population as it did to mine.
And if you think it won’t affect you, it will. All anonymity goes out the window when your accounts can be linked via your personal ID
I wish you all luck in preventing this act from going through.
art block is your brain telling you to do studies.
draw a still life. practice some poses. sketch some naked people. do a color study. try out a different technique on a basic shape.
art block doesnt stop you from drawing, it stops you from making your drawings look the way you want them to. and thats because you need to push your skills to the next level so you can preform at that standard
As a scientific illustrator- this is 100% true and going to review your basics will fix it every goddamn time. Not only does it keep your skills sharp, when you’re not emotionally invested in the final product of a piece, you relax and your brain makes more/better art juice for you. So, when you get back to that big/important piece? You’ll know what to do and how to do it.
Nothing in nature blooms all year round. Rest, and take care of yourself.
Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.
Morpho Fat and Skin Folds on Archive.org (for free!)
