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modern AU Sylvester is unfortunately the most AI accelerationist guy of all time. he's the 1920s biopunk Sam Altman.
^ canon Sy approach to AI capabilities research. "the age of blood isn't the last one" <- actual line from his funding prospectus
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tumblr has a tendency to develop what I'd call powderkeg interests, where someone who does know what something entails says they like it, and then the bullet point explanation of it picks up steam as something everyone likes despite the fact they'd be scandalised if they had a full understanding of the topic, because they just haven't thought it through to conclusion yet
cowboys and knights are the classic ones, but I submit landsknecht as another disaster waiting to happen
4. In conclusion I still think Baru 4 will get done. I have been working on it, I’ve known all along broadly what needs to happen, and I’ve done a lot of other work along the way — a novel, several games. But it has been too long since I promised to deliver this book and that’s on me. Part of it is that I now see attention from other writers and fans as something I want to avoid. Part of it is that, with a decent life and steady medication, I no longer feel the extremes of strong emotion that can push a writer to the page. (On the other hand, I no longer spend years in a depressive funk, either.) Part of it is that I’ve probably become too sophisticated and jaded about my own work, too able to see all the ways it falls short. It’s easier to charge forward with a draft when you haven’t learned to sneer at yourself. I don’t know how to fix all this but I suspect it will happen the way it always happens: at some point I will sit down and write the fucking thing, and when I get 100,000 words in, I won’t hate it so much I have to throw it out. I felt like I owed everyone some kind of explanation and update. I’m really sorry this has taken so long. I have no good excuse, because I could have finished by now if I’d just sat down and done it. I’ve just allowed myself to sink into solitary contentedness. Which is nice, but not enough for a writer on a contract. Thanks for bearing with me.
hellsing memes for the dykish soul
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.hack//sign interesting, I'm going to need to rotate it a bit in my brain.
which yuri anime should I watch second?
a ninja and assassin under one roof
magical girl raising project
roll over and die
kashimashi: girl meets girl
kase-san
el cazador de la bruja
mnemosyne
valkyrie drive: mermaid
fragtime
yamibo
adachi and shimura
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when I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).
Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.
I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. I hope he's doing well.
watching twilight and I keep making myself laugh imagining if it was just alucard or any other vampire instead of Edward. POV nausferatu goes to ur school
ann-renée desbiens. that's all.
heat hawk brush..
brushie her,,,,
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oh fraw bow
(prints available!)
do you think remilia still loses sleep over this interaction? over how marisa just immediately shut her down?
a Cool Rock, with a dash of gold & body horror.
i'm especially happy with the gemstones, which are made of transparent worbla & colored with markers. i've made crystals like this for a doll once before, and it was nice to do a design that revolves around them.
my lover #mylover: are you going to make a tumblr post about the guy we talked to at the sex party who told us all about how he was going to divorce his husband while his husband was like five feet away completely ignoring him
me: number one, why on earth would you assume I would post about that on tumblr. number two, yeah I was thinking about it
I had no idea that "couple whose marriage is imploding who still show up to the same bar orgy" was a possible interpersonal dynamic to have. I love going out; I always learn so much about the world
Singer Sargent + The Last Binding ☆
This is very random but when I was at the Tate last summer I found a book of Singer Sargent portraits, and because I’m always thinking about TLB, I remembered the mention that the Blyth parents had Singer Sargent do a portrait of Robin and Maud’s mother. Robin notes in particular that she’s painted with her hand hidden beneath folds of skirt. I like to think that this first painting is of Lady Blyth - elegantly dressed and subtly smug.
THEN I found his portrait of two children that perfectly matches how I imagined young Robin and Maud; perfectly poised but unhappy and untrusting of the painter their parents have brought into their house yet again.
fun fact about that second painting: he had the kids sit for him 83 times. EIGHTY-THREE. i’d be fuming too ngl
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Goodbye Lara is such a cute, cozy show! 😊😊😊
The looming, ever-present obelisk:
Swear to god I am never so brutally socially anxious as when I'm trying to tip a gogo dancer at the club because like. The idea to tip always enters my mind at the drunkest possible moment of the evening and I forget all the previous tipping moments and scromble around in my bag for a dollar and then have to navigate the crowd and while I'm doing that I realize that it is in fact the drunkest moment of the evening but it's too late to back out, she's already seen me coming with my sweaty dollar so there we are. Me (drunk, strange) and her (standing at some profound level of elevation.)
And gogo dancers are professionals, right, like they're at work, so they're ready to sexily present somewhere for you to put the dollar but by the time I reach the pedestal I'm like. Remembering/possibly imagining all of my past awkward gogo dancer faux pas and thus am trying so hard to be normal that it wraps back around to being weird and so I stand there holding the dollar up over my head like a kid at the convenience store, hoping she'll just take it, but that's not how the social contract works so she strikes the pose, often already dripping with money and the strap of her g-string is the runway of a regional airport and the dollar a packed Boeing 737 and I'm on the horn with air traffic control (4 vodka crans) trying to thread that needle and then when I finally succeed and muscle my way back to my WIP (Wife of Infinite Patience) I'm like. Dude I just did Tony Tulathimutte's the feminist (le— and my wife is like you did not do Tony Tulathimutte's the feminist (lesbian version) to the gogo dancer you're literally fine just calm down.
But also like, what am I gonna do? Not tip?
