Lazy Gravey

There is a finite amount of memory on any given device.

No matter how good your game is, players will want memory for other things on their devices.

This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.

His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs. 

This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.

Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.

So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”

Fucking Gigan.

"The freedom of giant cyborg chicken things is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos. That would be a hell of a zoo."

First of all, in Godzilla vs. Gigan, he was just a poor space dinosaur surgically mutilated and forced to be the mind-controlled slave of alien cockroaches. So no moral culpability there.

And in Godzilla vs. Megalon, the seatopians are pissed that people keep nuclear testing in their oceans, so they send out a giant beetle god (actually kind of feel like these last two movie's kaiju should have been switched, but that's beside the point). And once the beetle gets his ass kicked because he's stupid and drill hands aren't actually that productive, the Seatopians radio the alien cockroaches for help, drawing on some Ancient Atlantean-Blatta Accord that apparently exists in the same continuity as Gojira (1954). And so Gigan comes back to earth. To save the oceans' indigenous people from the ravages of nuclear weaponry. And he's automatically chummy with Megalon, who clearly needs assistance because something's not all there.

Gigan is an environmentalist hero, and has empathy towards people in need, no matter how aquatic or chitinous. He's like Captain Planet if he locked the fuck in.

"OH, GIGAN IS SADISTIC, HE TORTURES HIS FOES."

Uh, so does Godzilla, all the time. He just toys with motherfuckers.

"OH, GIGAN IS A COWARD, HE ALWAYS RUNS AWAY WHEN HE'S LOSING."

Yeah, it's called a strategic retreat. Gigan is smart enough to know that once you get your HP wrestled down to 10, Godzilla's going to atomic breath you in the face. You're not a dirty coward for not wanting your head to be the next Trinity testing site.

I am become breath, destroyer of latex.

"OH, GIGAN SLOWLY DRAGS PEOPLE INTO HIS BUZZSAW."

Uh, yeah? He had his viscera forcibly ripped out and replaced with a buzzsaw. You expect him not to use it in his kaiju death battles? Excuse me? He lost his duodenum for that. He has to use colostomy bags. He has hooks for hands, the boy cannot wipe, let his use his one goddamn thing without moralizing about it.

And the way YOU prefer to do the eyeballs, the kind of hair you like to draw, how you portray fabric wrinkles, how long you draw fingers, how *densely* you portray fabric wrinkles, how sharply you draw curves, what directions your fabric wrinkles most commonly swoop in, your favorite kind of coat buttons or beetles or tree bark to draw, all these things together make it possible for someone to recognize your work as just yours if they care enough about it.

And this truly does apply to each and every human artist, every time. What? You trained for 39 years straight specifically to draw exactly like Akira Toriyama? You only do on-model fanart of a single show? You ghost-illustrated for Stan Lee himself and his own editors never noticed? Nope, sorry, line all your work up next to what you're imitating and yours will still exhibit different trends, different ways of shaping leg muscles, different sets of favorite poses and angles, different pupil to sclera ratios, anything. Big enough fans of that artist will notice right away...and maybe so will big enough fans of *you* someday!?

This is true at ALL skill levels, at all points in life. No two toddlers scribble every kind of object the same way. It's not possible. It's just the way it is. A unique style isn't actually something you need to develop, but something you can't ever perfectly avoid if you try, and that one of a kind fingerprint is hands down the coolest, most amazing and fun part of art, the whole reason you have fun showing it off at all, the whole reason you have any favorite illustrators.

If you ask an ai *or* any other human being to draw your idea, then no matter how detailed your description is, it's not your art. Your visual language won't be used. Nobody will ever say "oh, I know who drew that instantly!" and be able to name you based on recurring shapes and colors or that quirky way you happen to design belt buckles.

This month people have been tearing Flock cameras off their poles. Perched above public streets, they are birdlike things, weatherproof, and they photograph every passing car and file it in a searchable national database. Somebody cut two of them in half at Washington Avenue and Westcott in Houston, spray-painted the wreckage, and left an American flag on one of them. Police were notified on the morning of the Fourth of July. Somebody severed a camera in Rutherfordton, North Carolina. The police department posted the photograph itself and collected more than twenty thousand comments. “Not all heroes wear capes.” “Give them a medal.” Here is what the cameras do when nobody cuts them down. Cops use them to hunt immigrants and to follow ICE targets across state lines and to find women who ended pregnancies in states where that is a crime and to watch exes and to watch women they want, without a warrant and without a judge. A cop types a reason in a box and the box does not check. A man in Burleson, Texas, told deputies his girlfriend had taken abortion pills. He showed them the photographs, the FedEx envelope, the instructions. Deputies opened a death investigation into a non-viable fetus, and the district attorney told them the state could not charge her, and they searched anyway: 83,345 cameras across 6,809 networks, a month of everywhere she had been. The reason they typed was had an abortion, search for female. The search reached Illinois and Washington, where what she did was legal. They found her in Dallas. She came into the sheriff’s office a week later, and they thought she had come to explain the fetus, and she had come to report that the man who called them had put a gun to her head. A sheriff in Jerome County, Idaho ran his wife’s plate more than seven hundred times in three months. He typed the same reason every time. Test. The attorney general found nothing to charge him with. He retired in April. The Institute for Justice counts at least twenty-two officers who used the system to track people they were romantically interested in, and calls that almost certainly an undercount. And the cameras keep falling.