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If cords are the veins of the machines, then electricity is their blood.

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Just something that's been bothering me; if you see my art, and theres an absolutely stupid looking mistake there (proportions are off or it just looks somewhat wonky) I wanted to clarify that I DO NOT USE AI. I just make stupid ass mistakes because I don't usually bother to sketch out beforehand what I am doing. I'm literally just rawdogging the paper/canvas with my painting utensils. Also, if I'm embroidering, I can't erase a sketch line I've put down from the surface of the fabric without messing the rest of the work up with the colored chalk, so I just kinda have to work with what I put there on the first try most of the time. (I also don't bother to wash the fabric beforehand to shrink it, so that's on me. My works are therefore basically unwashable ig, but we ball)
I think it's really annoying that I am so anxious that I have to come here to say this, but since AI is so prevalent in making mistakes that I, a traditional artist, am actually scared of making mistakes in my work in case someone accuses me of using AI, maybe it's some worth to just get this out there. Thank you for reading, and keep being awesome (not using AI in your art)
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the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
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Okay, I need to add some clarification and correction to this.
This photo is known as The Pale Blue Dot. It was taken by Voyager 1, a space probe meant to explore the outer reaches of the solar system. Far from dying, she's still out there doing her job and is the furthest human made object from Earth.
In the mid 80's, they knew Voyager 1 would soon pass beyond where her cameras would matter and she needed to save power, so the question became: what's the last thing she should take a picture of?
Carl Sagan and Carolyn Porco both independently had the same thought: take a picture of Earth. Us. Yes, it would be essentially just one pixel. It wouldn't be scientifically useful. It might even damage the camera because of how intense the sun is, even forty times as far from Earth as Earth is from the Sun. But they got it sorted because it's NASA.
3.7 million (not billion) miles away, that's Earth. Caught in bands of light, artifacts of the Sun's incredible power even 4 million miles away. We are an island in a sea of radiation and vacuum and it's all we have.
I can't say it better than Sagan did, so I'll let you alone with his words:
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar", every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
— Carl Sagan
I think the truth is just a lot better.
I mean i quite like my brain, i’m really very fond of it i just think it’s a design failure that i can’t pop it out of the ole skull basket every night and plug it in to recharge. travesty really
we share one collective braincell and that braincell desires a bath apparently
This is brainwashing propaganda
My piece for @giantrobotstore ‘s annual Neko Show! I Forgot to post this one on Tumblr, OOPS! This cat is made entirely of scraps. I have been doing some form of textile art for most of my life and have acquired tons of odds and ends throughout the years. These scraps work really well for chunky needlepoint projects! I’m trying to use them up. He has already found a home but I wanted to show him anyways. Thank you @cassloop for the invite!

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oh no i will lose my !
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
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A close up of the Blanket Octopus during a blackwater dive with The Three P diving club , Romblon Island, Philippines. Credit: Joseph Elayani
Greek perfume bottle in the shape of a duck
6th century BCE
British Museum 1860,0404.31