homophobia is a lot of things but also it’s just plain rude. like honestly susan I’ve known plenty of couples I didn’t approve of either* but I’ve never talked about it in a way that could get back to them?? what is wrong with you
*one of them is a jerk to the other one. they are two people racing to the lowest common denominator of personal hygiene. board games people. etc
Faig Ahmed
is renowned for his mesmerizing textile pieces. He completed his most
recent carpet design after months of interruption caused by the COVID-19
pandemic. This remarkable red tapestry, ‘Doubts’, features intricate patterns that dissolve into a viscous fluid shape, framed by white tassels.
Ahmed’s contemporary carpets are based on traditional textile
craftsmanship, which he then deconstructs and reimagines in new and
exciting ways.
saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023
Mother and baby viewing Van Gogh’s Madame Roulin and Her Baby at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, US. By the Boston Herald
(small note that this is a shortcut that is more abt style and ease than anatomical accuracy. it helps to take time to really properly study hands, makes it easier to bend the rules a bit like this and have it still look good!!)
I don’t talk about it much but I do work at Google and I just want to contribute, as a small addendum to the wider conversation about AI, and how much it sucks, and how stupid it is, and how if you make garlic oil like it tells you to you will give botulism to your entire family -
we don’t use it.
like internally. we don’t use it.
I mean that we don’t use it for anything. because we know it’s years away from being better than human judgment in basically any way. sometimes they try to encourage us to use it, for low stakes things, like drafting an e-mail or something. and mostly we don’t.
we are the ones MAKING AI and SELLING AI and we don’t actually use AI because we know it sucks.
I don’t talk about it much but I do work at Google and I just want to contribute, as a small addendum to the wider conversation about AI, and how much it sucks, and how stupid it is, and how if you make garlic oil like it tells you to you will give botulism to your entire family -
we don’t use it.
like internally. we don’t use it.
I mean that we don’t use it for anything. because we know it’s years away from being better than human judgment in basically any way. sometimes they try to encourage us to use it, for low stakes things, like drafting an e-mail or something. and mostly we don’t.
we are the ones MAKING AI and SELLING AI and we don’t actually use AI because we know it sucks.
This is your reminder to go to badinternetbills.com and take the action! It’s just filling out a form and helps signify to congress your opposition to the bad internet bills (which will restrict your freedoms on the internet, especially for minors (and not in any actually useful way))!
“real people don’t talk like that” can be a valid criticism of a piece of media but it can also be one of the highest praises i can bestow. there’s nuance.
characters who articulate themselves like online self-help tutorials written by an AI generated command prompt or someone who has never spoken to a real life person in crisis: real people don’t talk like that (derogatory)
characters who talk like on some level they understand they’re participating in a performance and the limitations of language itself are a burden on their ability to express themselves and be understood: real people don’t talk like that (thrilled, delighted, jumping for joy)
there is this annoying trend where for example someone will like. reinvent phrenology and someone will point out “ you know the nazi’s believed in that” and then response they’ll go “oh so i should make sure my phrenology isn’t racist or anti-sematic!” because they don’t understand that assigning physical traits to intelligence or morality is still bad no matter what, not just because “people who i know are objectly bad share those beliefs for the wrong reasons” and this happens everytime.
someone will reblog a post that’s like “men are genetically disposed to being evil due to their genes and brain chemistry” and than be told “you know this post was written by a terf and they’re talking about trans women, right?” and than go “oh my bad” and than post “men are genetically disposed to being evil due to their genes and brain chemistry (this post is not about trans women!) terfs dni” and it’s like. ok you know that doesn’t suddenly help right?
@globalincident was replying to a post where an Israeli politician said, ““And like Hitler, may his name be erased, said: ‘I cannot live in this world if there is one Jew left in it’, we could not live in this land if even one such Islamo-Nazi remains in Gaza”. This is exactly what these people sound like to me. “Fuck TERFs, all my homies hate TERFs, but they really nailed that bioessentialism”. “Fuck eugenics and kill all the Nazis, but listen to my repackaged race science.” Evil comes from Bad Peopleism™, apparently, not the normalized inequalities of society and its fear of the Other.
I think the internet as a whole needs to ask themselves one simple question when they see a video.
Why was the camera filming.
There are so many videos that seem real, but when you realize the camera was already filming with a great angle, you can see that it’s all staged.
Yes, there are dash cams, security footage, people accidentally filming real things happening. But so many are just staged!! And no one in the notes takes the camera preparation into consideration!
This is 2024, you need to know how to spot bots lying to you, but also humans lying to you.
“Jack of all trades, master of none” … “but ofttimes better than a master of one.”
“Blood is thicker than water.” “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb.”
“Money is the root of all evil.” “The love of money is the root of all evil.”
there’s also “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” which conservatives are oh so fond of saying
bootstraps are, well, straps on your boots. you cannot physically pull yourself up by them, and that’s what the original phrase meant. “pulling oneself up by the bootstraps” is meant to be an impossible task
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”
The second part really matters.
Some more:
“Birds of a feather flock together- until the cat comes.” - The first part gets quoted a lot in a “find your people” kind of way, but the full quote was meant to be a warning about basing relationships on “feathers” (looks, surface details, etc) only.
“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.” - The first part is often used like a warning against curiosity, but the full quote is meant to encourage it.
“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.” - The first part is often used to get people to do stuff first/fast/early, but the full saying is meant to impart that sometimes, not being the first can work out better.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, but they were laying bricks every hour.” - The first part is often quoted in a “cool it/relax/stop” type way, but the full quote is meant to encourage slow and steady progress.
“Great minds think alike, though fools seldom differ.” - Just because it’s an idea y'both had, doesn’t make it a good one.
The story began suddenly; we woke up to the sound of deafening rockets and violent explosions shaking the ground. These loud screams haven’t stopped until now, and fear ran deep within us with every new roar.
Then came the shocking news: we had to leave our homes immediately and evacuate south towards Rafah. The orders were clear; everything in the north was vulnerable to bombing and invasion. We ventured out amidst growing tension, carrying a faint hope that we would return to our homes within two or three days, but reality was harsher than we imagined.
On our way, civilian evacuees were subjected to targeted attacks, and innocent victims fell everywhere. We reached Rafah, a city where we knew no one. We began to build our tents amidst the sand and stones, in a desperate attempt to create a temporary shelter that would protect us from the flames of conflict and its fierce winds.
We are today on day 215 of the war, and the attacks do not stop, the situation is heading towards genocide, dispersal, and displacement. We have no shelter, and everything we had has been bombed, and there are no words to describe the magnitude of the collapse we are suffering and the suffering we are going through. We are in danger, and at any moment we may lose our lives.
But the tent, despite its simplicity, was not enough to protect us from the cold nights and the heat of the day.
The conditions were harsh, and the suffering was immense, as we had only a few resources and equipment to sustain us.
All the people ask?
Where is the next hell? There is no interface and no clear way.
Please help me evacuate from G@za before they enter Rafah.
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This GFM was shared by youtubers Tirrrb and Elliot Sang and I would like to bring more attention to it. Please help escape a congolese family from genocide and reunite them with their family members. Donate if possible and share ❤️🇨🇩
if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
I wanna know who did this research.
well, i did!
in the interest of science, have tested & can confirm
Some ancient human: I bet can domesticate that if I pet it enough
Some ancient wolf: I bet that weird wiggly thing will pet me if I lick it
first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all
third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves
sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it
seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him
eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him
tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk
eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important
twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme
fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader
fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that
sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why
you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good
if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
I wanna know who did this research.
well, i did!
in the interest of science, have tested & can confirm
Some ancient human: I bet can domesticate that if I pet it enough
Some ancient wolf: I bet that weird wiggly thing will pet me if I lick it
if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
I wanna know who did this research.
well, i did!
in the interest of science, have tested & can confirm
Some ancient human: I bet can domesticate that if I pet it enough
Some ancient wolf: I bet that weird wiggly thing will pet me if I lick it
i love mario sunshine i wish i had the coordination or the brain power or the strength to play it at any level above a baby baboon slapping random buttons in the promise of a sweet treat
They call me aristotle the way i. nope. no they don’t. he did not do that shit
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