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This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.
OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.
And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.
Every now and again someone reblogs this and I am haunted by the fact that almost every big name streamer and jerma himself and notable voice actors and apparently the fucking spongebob squarepants art team have referenced this picture I made and I only have 4k notes on it
Using my power as a gimmick blog to spread the ORIGINAL post even more far and wide because how the hell does this only have 5kish notes. Please. What.
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Earthquakes in Venezuela: What We Know by Caracas Chronicles
Key Information About Venezuela’s State of Emergency by Caracas Chronicles
VENEZUELA’S EARTHQUAKE STATE OF EMERGENCY: HOW TO HELP
We Love Foundation: Provinding food, water, medical support, hygiene kits, shelter supplies, logistics, and direct support for vulnerable families on the ground. They have worked with global partners and Venezuelan nonprofits for the past 13 years.
The Gio Foundation: Humanitarian and animal aid nonprofit organization accepting donations through their portal.
Aldeas Infantiles SOS: Accepts donations in bolívares (Venezuelan currency) through their Venezuelan branch. Donations in foreign currencies can be sent through Aldeas Infantiles SOS Spain.
Save the Children’s Emergency Fund: Donations will go towards providing urgent, life-saving support to Venezuelan children.
UNICEF Spain: Has launched an Emergency Fund for Venezuelan children.
Miami-based Venezuelan American Chamber of Commerce Foundation: Launched a fundraising campaign to provide food, water, medicine, shelter and emergency relief.
So this really has no purpose except angst for angst's sake but;
Idea that Rumi had a dog growing up, a puppy that she found dumped on the side of the road and begged and pleaded with Celine to keep until Celine gave in and agreed that the puppy could live with them.
"You're going to be taking care of it, Rumi-ya," Celine says, already knowing that she's going to be the one feeding and watering the mangy, skinny thing.
Runi grows older, the dog grows older.
And the life of a touring pop star really isn't the best life to give to an aging dog so Rumi decides that it's really for the best if the dog stays with Celine on Jeju, where it's quieter and slower.
(The dog misses Rumi very much)
And what no one tells Rumi, what Rumi has to learn from getting older, is that the years pass quick. And they pass especially quick when one is an artist busy with tours and interviews and marketing and slaying demons.
("When did his muzzle go gray?" She asks, one Chuseok, on one of the precious few days she's able to make it to Jeju.
"Oh, it's been getting that way for a while," Celine says, pushing up her new reading glasses. "We're both senior citizens now.")
(And Rumi had rolled her eyes because Celine wasn't even fifty yet.)
By the time the Idol Awards came around again and Rumi's secret was revealed, she hadn't been back to Jeju for... a while. Her patterns were spreading and she could feel her time running out.
When Rumi arrives on Jeju, she arrives at the hanok first.
And the dog, waiting at the front door (where it had been waiting a long time), raises its head, recognizing Rumi's scent.
Rumi, not wanting to greet her dog like this, shooes it away. Promising that she would be back and walks up the steps to the tree and Celine.
And the dog, watching Rumi go, having waited and lingered until Rumi returned home, lays it's head down a final time.
*remembers how Argos' death absolutely destroyed younger me*
*reads anyway*
*gets absolutely destroyed*
*makes it worse*
Rumi doesn't notice the body as she rushes back through the door. Really, Celine doesn't blame her. At a glance it looks like the dog is just deep in the midst of a peaceful sleep, and that is all Rumi had the time and mental energy for, a glance.
Something too brief to see how his sides don't rise, or fall.
Something too fleeting to notice how stillness lay atop him like a shroud.
Something too distracted to witness what Celine could see the moment her eyes rested on the muzzle gone gray.
He is gone, and has taken another tie to Rumi's childhood with him.
For a moment she crouches alongside the body, fur cooling beneath her palm, silently thanking the dog for the hours of quiet companionship that made her nest feel a little less empty, the nights she breathed a little easier while on a Hunt knowing Jindo was watching over Rumi, and the smiles he put on her little girl's face.
He was a good dog.
Her next thought is for Rumi; of course it is.
She's still on Jeju; it's barely been half an hour since she left; she only needs to call and the car will be crunching back over the gravel so Rumi can run up the walk and bury one last round of tears in the salt-and-pepper fur.
And Celine considers it; has Rumi's contact on her phone screen, has her thumb hovering over the 'call' button.
But she doesn't.
"They're getting worse!" Rumi had all but wailed when she burst upon the tree, distraught. Celine had no response beyond staring, hand trapping a gasp, at the sight of the patterns- those damn patterns- clawing across more of her daughter's Rumi's skin than ever before. Snaking under the straps of her bra, snarling down her arms, and scrabbling, voracious, at her neck, demonic claws reaching for her voice.
Like Gwi-Ma was trying to claim her.
Celine stayed calm, did what she always did (all she knew how to do)- repeated again the promise of salvation by the Golden Honmoon, repeated again the importance of keeping faults and fears where they belonged- as she gently prised Rumi's shirt from her fist and slid in back on, slipped her own cardigan from her back to Rumi's, and reminded her of just how important the Idol Awards were (more than ever now). Never once betraying her own fears, modeling what Rumi needed to succeed in this.
She had left…still upset, but with a resolute air and laser focus Celine knew as the heralds of triumph.
Rumi needed strength, not to hear her dog was dead. Or to be burdened with grief.
It just...made everything harder.
Celine knew.
She buried the dog in a spot Rumi would have picked, under a plum tree where girl and dog had wiled away many golden girlhood hours. Wrapped him in the blanket he'd had since a pup. Done everything Rumi would have wanted.
It is better this way, she tells herself as she shovels the last of the dirt. Rumi needs to turn the Honmoon gold, she can’t afford to fail, her humanity depends on it.
Never mind the guilt pushing at her, this is the right choice. The only choice.
(See, I had imagined it as happening right at the end of the movie and Celine goes back to the hanok and finds the cooling body -- a part of Rumi now lost forever)
(And Celine watches the sun break in the east and strokes the dog's fur and when the world doesn't end and the honmoon reappears, she calls Rumi, though she has no idea what to say)
(And she calls and calls and Rumi isn't picking up)
(And she leaves voicemails. Half congratulations, half telling Rumi to call because there's something important she needs to be told)
(And when Rumi doesn't call back, Celine leaves another voicemail telling her that the dog is dead and what does she want Celine to do with -- her voice breaks on 'the body')
(Rumi doesn't call and)
(Celine wraps the body up in his favorite blanket and sets his body in an unused corner of the cellar. It's cool down there and the body will keep longer than if it were out in the open)
(She hopes Rumi calls back soon enough to be able to say goodbye)
My roommates got a pair of bonded cats recently, Milo and Molly, and my cat, Nekomancer, is obsessed with them.
Obligatory pics, of course: (IDs in Alts!)
Milo is the brown tabby (boy), and Molly is the orange and white girl! (they're two years old)
And this is my bastard boy!
Neko's a grumpy old man (he's 12 or 13), but he's also a very sweet boy and he's incredibly well socialized. He wants to be the other cats' friend so bad, but the two of them are very shy and nervous (rescued from bad home life) and still getting comfortable.
Below is a working list of Neko's efforts to make them feel welcome:
Brought all his toys to roommates' bedroom doorway and left them there for days.
Played dead while sun bathing to encourage them to join him the first time they ventured into the living room.
Vigorously cleaned himself while repeatedly looking at Molly to see if she's reading his "this is a safe place" signals.
Repeatedly showed Milo to the cardboard boxes, and even bat his own toys towards him in an effort to get him to play.
Shuffled to one side on his sunshine napping pillow when he saw Milo watching him, chirped at him, yawned, and curled up.
Literally cried in indignation that he wasn't allowed in the bathroom to say hello when they first came home.
Tried to offer to groom Molly, but she ran away. He looked so dejected :')
Abruptly sat up from napping in a cardboard box and sent Molly fleeing in terror. The next time he was in his box and Molly walked near it, he chirped to let her know he was there.
Scratched at his scratching post, ran up to Milo, and ran back to his post, chirping. Repeated this several times while Milo looked like he thought Neko was trying to eat him.
Abruptly took off running (zoomies), spooking Molly, and he immediately turned around and flopped onto his back in front of her like he was groveling for forgiveness for scaring her again.
Molly isn't fixed yet (thankfully the boys are), and she had a brief heat when they got here. It temporarily made her more brave, and Neko took the opportunity to give her a tour of the house. Please picture a tiny orange cat scampering next to and trilling at a tabby three times her size, who ambles about like a grandpa with a bad hip.
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"if i had a time machine i would go back in time and kill hitler"
I would put sea mines around medieval britain. i would give hannibal barca ww2 era heavy artillery and tell him not to stop till he starts seeing gauls. i would give boudica a fucking abrams. i would appear before jesus like an angel and tell him "you gotta stop. not cause theyll kill you, youre fine with that, surprisingly, but because your fanclub is gonna spend about 1500 years making everything worse for everyone, everywhere." I would take a glock back in time and shoot romulus, shoot remus, and shoot that damn dog too just to be safe. i would be on the side of christopher columbus' ship in a scuba suit planting c4 on that bitch like rainbow six siege. i would be waging a one woman campaign of terror across andalusia to prevent the reconquista. i would be getting way out in front of that shit is what im saying,
what if we were codependent best friends and we both attempted suicide by cop after being apart for less than 6 hours. and when we reunited you asked me to run away with you so we could have a peaceful life together. what then
Hey, if anyone’s curious, this IS making a serious impact — this handbook was taught as standard practice for my EMT license course, as well as several other programs. A lot of new providers are being taught this as a matter of course.
i see posts here about how people are so mortified when they are acknowledged as being a regular customer somewhere that they never return. cowards. the employees at taco bell treat me like a celebrity. like royalty. i am their strange little pet customer who gets traded along as staff comes and goes. they know my car before i even speak in the drive-thru speaker. today i was 2 hours late and she ran over and squealed that she "thought i'd left them!" and that she "made my order with extra love!" and you what, she did
it's funny that this is getting notes again, because last night i went to the thai place in my neighborhood. it's run by a family and during covid times i ate there literally almost every day. later i cut back on eating out so much and hadn't been there in two years but last night we went and ate inside for the first time ever and the owner ran over to say hello and ask how i was, and repeated our old regular order. it was sweet. it's so easy to feel like you are an island, but stuff like this reminds you that you are part of a community.
One time i went to the bakery near my home and just as i entered the put out a fresh tray of spinach cheese ham crossiants, and when i ordered one they just told me its on the house
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You're allowed to dislike Wicander Halovar. You're allowed to believe what he did was fucked up. You're allowed to feel things about it, but before you write him off completely or post that rant, I would ask you to consider a few things:
The one primarily at fault is Primus Tachonis (and the dice). He is the one who put Wick in that position to begin with, and it was an impossible choice. Yes, Wick could have been extra noble and sacrificed himself to save that random NPC, but would that have served the overall story? Would that have been a satisfying end to his character arc? As a player, I completely understand why Sam would not want to lose his character that way, especially since he was so backed into a corner after a series of unfortunate rolls. Story-wise, it would have majorly messed things up for the rest of the party, and we had literally just had three major deaths. The choice makes sense.
Let's also not pretend Primus wouldn't have killed the NPC anyway if Wick had declined to. There was no saving that NPC, but Wick had a chance to save himself.
It also makes for more interesting character development, in my opinion. Wick now has to live with what he did, and we have already seen that it's broken him in a way. He spent the whole time afterward crying about it, and he was visibly distraught and out of sorts. I think that's far more interesting to delve into than just "he got murdered trying to protect a random character we know nothing about."
Wick and the party are trying to play the long game, and in order to do that, some or all of them are going to have to do things they don't want to do. Being in the position he is, Wick is unfortunately more susceptible to being pushed toward those things.
Anyway, I will defend Wicander Halovar in this scenario, especially because it involves more opportunity for us all to hate on Primus Tachonis's bitch ass.
