This dude is intense and correct

It looks like SDCC updated their terms on the art show! shaming works! (and thank you @senguie.bsky.social for posting this screenshot)

Gipsy Danger.

Most definitions of "seeing and interacting with things that aren't real" involve the psychiatric definition of 'psychosis', and yet we base an entire economy on it.

If you use Discord and you don't want this, it's a really quick form and is worthwhile filling out. I'm also going to be searching for alternatives just in case - companies are infamous for *not listening*.

I was today years old when I realised that there are fully-grown adults who've never the fuck heard of Agent Orange. It was after my time too, but I guess we don't even talk about the medical and ecological fuck-up *that* shit was?

New books.

Aside from privacy issues and AI hallucinations, the microphone on this thing is small and centred on the wearer, so will likely miss or garble anything said by someone even a few feet away. This is gimmicky nonsense as well as dangerous bulllshit.

Awesome! So you're going to drastically reduce rents and food prices and train tickets and gas bills? And stop talking about immigration? No? No? Go away then.

Depends on mood. Funny Girl, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Repo: The Genetic Opera, and, over the Christmas period, White Christmas.

Out of not quite nowhere, and as a result of questionably related research based around my indecision about a fucking T-shirt, I have come to the following conclusion: The Dead Poets' Society was a fucking Hellfire Club.

Starmer saying, "I know it looks bad, and like he broke a few international laws, but let's wait until we have all the facts!" ...I am getting some rest tonight because I have a feeling I'm going to spend all of tomorrow eloquently swearing about the fucking Prime Minister.

I'm sorry, but I can't with this. I know how ugly and awful what's going on is. I want to be more vocal about it. Can I just have some recovery time first? Even the strongest Social Justice Barbarian needs a long rest now and then...

Introduce yourself as what almost killed you: Hi! I'm a motorcycle, a mosh pit, an overexcited Rottweiler, and ... well ... me. (Long time ago for all four, though.)

Gaming news can be such bullshit. "Two GOTY Awards Went Home With Nothing At The Game Awards" - yeah ... that's how awards things *work*. Someone wins. Every other nominee doesn't. How is that news? WTF?

Y'know what sucks? Having a pain spike and a migraine on New Year's when fireworks just keep going and going and going (some being set off in the back lawn and blowing up right at my window level) - THAT IS WHAT SUCKS. (Happy New Year from the UK, though.)

Sainsbury's ... I almost understood the substitution of tofu for gluten-free soy sauce; they are made from the same plant. However, gluten-free crispbreads? That's not a sauce. That's not made from the same plant. They're both gluten-free and that's it. That was IDIOTIC.

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I worked maybe a block from the location Sherlock was using for Baker Street. It was early, I was tired, and I accidentally walked onto their set before I noticed all the people. Looked up, locked eyes with Benedict Cumberbatch. Gave him an apologetic smile as I hurried off; he smiled back a little.

ALL. OF. THIS. Literary translation is all about capturing the poetry, the nuance, the meaning of sometimes untranslatable idiom. Literary translation is knowing the difference between "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned" and "Sorry, Daddy; I've been naughty" *and using the right one*.

The only good thing about bbeing several time zones from friends is being able to wake up at a normal hour, drop games on them from holiday sales, and feel like Santa sneaking presents under their virtual trees. Happy holidays, all.

Most people get let off work early on Christmas Eve. I got *overtime*.

I got caught in a horrific cycle with payday loans 20 years ago. It was really really hard to get out. This is like... scrip levels of predatory.

I don't care if it's "just workflow efficiency" or whatever; it's not touching what I write. I'll stay a hobbyist with chapters and short stories on Patreon if I have to (sounds like a good idea, actually), but I write because *I WRITE*., and the world-burning plagiarism machine can FUCK OFF.

This how they did in my team in Jan. They kept them long enough to train bots, then fired them. I'm currently surviving doing work of 4 people, at breakneck pace. If you wonder why I have clear eyed view of where we are with LLMs, this is why. I was ground 0 www.bloodinthemachine.com/p/i-was-forc...

Walter Benjamin wrote that the work of translation is “to liberate the language imprisoned in a work" to find the “pure language” of “the unfathomable, the mysterious, the ‘poetic’”. This is all, of course, utterly anathema to AI

Mum came over for dinner, gave me a box set of The Best of Monty Python's Flying Circus, because my stepdad apparently hates it and Mum wanted it to have a good home. Thought of @mxlabradorite.bsky.social and @sfwarlock.bsky.social immediately. LAYERS of nostalgia. Shame John Cleese is an asshole.

This is a lovely thread and the cat was fine and came home so read on with impunity!

Sorry, can I just ask - *why* were professional boxers beating on incel influencer assholes? I mean, apart from sheer satisfaction, but that's usually happening in a Tesco car park, not an actual ring. ...Probably same number of phones recording, though.

Talking to a friend about tarot decks. She told me about the Dust II Onyx deck - a melanated tarot deck. I thought I would share in case anyone else was interested. I figure there must be tarot enthusiasts who would vibe with those better than white-centred decks. dust2onyx.com

Going out for the Chores and Errands Spree, probably spending it chewing on bloody moral conundrums. Fuck AI, fuck non-disclosure, and honestly fuck most of the 2020s at this point. I'm meeting 2026 at the front door with a fucking flail and a threatening snarl.

Can they stop trying to make awesome things into live-action movie franchises? Please? Especially if the things are games with multiple endings? If we want that shit, the cutscenes are all over YouTube. KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF. (Also don't call it a franchise if we don't even have a sequel yet.)

They are trying to ban people with breasts from compressing them. They are trying to dictate the silhouette of your body. Ladies, they ARE coming for your yoga pants.

Number puns ran more rampant in Critical Role Campaign 2 than I thought. Not only the Nein / 9 thing, but the Invulnerable Vagrant (initials IV - Roman numeral 4) containing four Pumat Sols. I ONLY NOTICED WHEN I SAW THE INITIALS ON THE DAMN DOOR - IT HAS BEEN YEARS!

Astonishingly more exploitative than Colonel Tom Parker, which is saying something

I'm serious, just get off Twitter.

20/20 and I still use some of these! I still write things down, and I use cursive 'cos it's faster, dictionaries aren't being slowly poisoned by AI, paper maps are good in GPS-free spots like the wilderness, and postcards are pretty!

Flatliners first, and Footloose a close second, because I am something of a dweeb.

Admittedly I love this about romance languages - my furniture is gendered whereas I, a consenting adult who can identify however they fucking please--

epic will pay for every game that gets claimed this way so yes, you are still giving money to rowling (and by extension an international campaign against trans people) by claiming this there are other, better franchises - let this one go

Most memorable movie experience? Triple-bill of all three original Star Wars movies in 1983, when Return of the Jedi came out. I was about six, so that's one of my first memories *at all*, never mind movies (and I was entirely fine with Han shooting first, thank you).

Rolling my eyes at the Animal Farm trailer has just led to a fairly enjoyable rant about the missed messages in classic literature with my sib from another crib. Which I should probably stop because it's wrapped about to being *early*. But ... literary critique is my *jam*...

It's wild. We have so many real problems as a country, and instead a large chunk of our political class would rather hallucinate that one of the safest big global cities in the world is actually dangerous.

it's not just appropriating someone's artwork (important as that is!); it's also reframing these incredibly sheltered comemierdas, who shift all the risk and consequences from their decisions onto others while hoarding the profits, into this position of casual, almost heroic precarity.

This is Charles Clyde Ebbets, the photographer who took the iconic “Lunch atop a Skyscraper” picture. Look at this fearless, dapper fuck wearing spats, suspenders, and a tie 850 feet above the ground. Absolute legend.

Here's me, with my ring-tailed trash gremlin hat on, wondering why we can't just love what we love without the validation of an award ... or whingeing because something else got said award.

My jigsaw puzzle game on Steam updated to replace a bunch of images that were generated with AI, because the dev doesn't want to touch AI if it can be avoided. Kudos to you, stalwart entity.

*taps sign*

I keep forgetting how disability-unfriendly so much of London is. The 100 Club is *bullshit* for the disabled. Narrow steep stairs, no lift or ramp, limited seating. So I get to miss Colm McGuinness AGAIN because of the venue. Blegh.

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