I love antagonists who mirror the protagonist instead of contrast them. They are the most extreme version of the protagonist, someone with the same dreams and beliefs who believed these things could only be achieved by the sharpest tools. The crushing weight of knowing that could be you.
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Reblogging partly for awesome computer shortcuts, and partly because I wish to once again take part in a Post That Broke The Notes.
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Why Do You Need To Do This
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STOP THIS.
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Judy there are limits
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Here are my contributions
we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
I reblogged this like 9 times kinda jokingly, but software should be able to run on older and less powerful hardware, and consume less power on newer hardware. Like, this is a real problem imo
Anonymous asked:
Pregnant woman: eats rabbit
Rabbit soul staring at developing baby: This is where the fun begins
Baby a few years later: Has weird eyes and scampers
NeSpoon is a Polish artist, born in Warsaw, who mixes the delicacy of lace with the roughness and freedom of urban art
This whole semester I've been in a poetry class with poets dealing with poetry and I have no idea what's going on at any point in time. As a prose writer I'm used to being able to point at something and say "This is or isn't working for me for xyz reasons" but the poets are using words like lineation and syntax and enjambment and kinda floating around giving any concrete opinions. Do my poems suck ass or not? I'm so confused.
When poets take fiction courses they tell me that they're confused by how structured the workshop is and I get why now. It's a really weird form of anarchy in there where everyone reads poems by making their voice go down at the end of every line. I feel like I'm gonna float away like a balloon. Where am I? I think after this semester I'm gonna go back to just the fiction workshops and the set format. Everyone says what's working well, everyone gives advice for potential improvement. I think I'm more in my element there. The poets are fun to hang out with though. It's funny to watch them stress out over having to write an entire page of words. They don't know what to do with themselves when they have to write prose. They're so caught up in making everything sound pretty that at times their prose becomes so jam packed with pretty language and metaphor that it's nearly unreadable and I love them for that.
I thought I had a relatively large vocabulary before I took this class. Apparently not. Apparently poets get access to some secret third layer of English that's full of very specific words that your average person can't remember or conceive of after they look at them.
*holds a reporters microphone up to you*
How do you feel about me not using any enjambment here?
step 1: SLAP a fucking BLUE RINGED OCTOPUS directly onto the wound IMMEDIATELY to stop the bleeding
Listen to me I am sick of your dumb ass reincarnating as animals over and over again and coming to visit me at my house as a supposed "sign of your presence" I keep killing the things you come back as every time on purpose I do not want a dog to live here nor a cat nor a beautiful bird nor that which crawls beneath the Earth. We're THROUGH. The relationship ended when your life as a human did. I get that you want to keep this "Twin flame" soul mate reincarnation bullshit afloat but 1. I will not be returning to the cycle of death and rebirth due to my dark heart AND 2. Even if I did come back, good luck being born a human around the same time as me once more. Asshole. I'm salting the earth around my yard so that from the ground no plants may grow and from there comes no germs from plants, no bugs from germs, no birds from bugs, no beasts from birds. No you.
Oh, fuck this. If you're a new user, don't forget to set your dashboard to Following and turn "Based on your likes" and "Best stuff first" off
when will somebody designed a birdfeeder shaped like prometheus where the birds eat out of where his liver will be
1928 Callot Soeurs created this unique evening dress. It has been carefully devised to appear as though it was simply a long silk scarf that has been draped about the frame. In reality the black silk crepe chiffon of the dress has been expertly embroidered in a manner that enhances that illusion. There is a narrow band of black silk panne velvet that borders the chiffon and gives it a bit more structure. The dress also has a silk satin underdress that exists primarily as a support structure. From Attire’s Mind, FB.
