Readers: *get incredibly sad and start grieving for characters and fearing for their safety and getting angry at the injustices they face*
Me: What the… oh, right. Humans have empathy and compassion.
It always takes me by surprise when people react to my characters the same way I react to characters in other media. I’m like, no you guys don’t understand. They’re not like Riz Gukgak or Mark Scout or Lyra Silvertongue. They’re just guys I made up. It’s different.
No he’s a fictional character, my guys are made up guys, it’s different
Derin you wanna know a secret
brian murphy made up riz gukgak. he’s just a made up guy.
No it’s different. He’s a special little guy who must be protected from the evils of the world and he’s been through so much that is so hard and he deserved better :( .
companies are delusional if they think consumers don’t notice shrinkflation. less food in the package, less medicine in the jar, less whatever in the wherever, it doesn’t matter where and it’s almost always noticeable. like i just finished one box of medicine and we opened another allegedly identical one that we just bought and lo and behold, the four middle medicine segments were gone from the package. they took out four pills from the same sized box and sold it at the same price without any indication on the box other than the small number in the corner. ridiculous
I bought a carton of my favorite tomato soup last week and noticed that the nutrition facts looked weird. So I compared the new one to the mostly empty carton already in my fridge.
The serving size was the same, but the calories per serving had gone down by like 15. Odd. The ingredients list previously listed tomato as the first ingredient, and then water. Now water is first. They’re watering down the fucking soup and charging the same for it. I’m so fucking done.
This sort of thing is also really infuriating when you work in a kitchen or make bulk food for serving- in my field, everything is done by weight and calculated to the calorie (public school cafeteria) and all recipes need to be approved by a board before we can make them. They’re standardized, by fucking law.
So we should know how many boxes of product it should take to make x amount of servings, right?
Tell me why for the last two years, every time we make mashed potatoes with the supposedly same dehydrated mix, we need more and more mix to reach our numbers? Supposedly, one carton should make 77 servings- it’s made 77 servings for the last five years.
So why are we suddenly only getting 70 out of the box on average now? We’re making it the exact same way every time. We make this recipe every other week. Why is it noticeably different.
We have to weigh everything to get accurate serving counts for governmental records and reimbursement from the government.
Why are the bags of frozen berries that say five pounds on every packags only weighing out to 4.3 pounds at best? We aren’t draining them, they should weigh at least 4.9 because that’s normal in the margin of error and the bags weigh nowhere near the difference to make it up. Now we won’t have enough to make our target serving count bc we only ordered enough for about fifty extra servings like we always do.
Why is the chicken nugget brand we’ve been buying for years from the same brand suddenly way fucking smaller? The serving we use is 6 pieces bc legally we have to offer two grams of protein for a menued meal at the highschool level- so has our serving size changed without them telling us? The box doesn’t say it’s changed but we notice this sort of thing because we do the same menu every couple of weeks.
It’s infuriating to have to make up the work because companies are trying to be fucking sneaky about this shit.
Also maddening as hell if you’re on or know anyone who’s on the WIC program in the US, because things like baby cereal are on vouchers specifically by weight, not price. So if that cereal you got last month was, say, 32.5 ounces, and the company decided to pull some shrinkflation bullshit and change it to 28.2 ounces for the same price or whatever without telling the WIC offices, you can’t get it with the voucher this month, even though it’s the same cereal with the same label and the same price. It’s not the right weight anymore. Tough shit. Maybe it’ll get fixed next month, only for the company to screw everyone over by changing the weight again.
I’m freely self projecting my neck and upper back pain onto the Lamb (and Narinder) because c'mon there’s no way they’re not constantly stressed out and muscle tense
Made an art thumbnail for The Rehabilitation of Death Au playlist on Spotify. Songs arent in any specific order or anything and I’m still adding some as I go along but it’s about 2 hours of vibes so far
this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye
these are all the geek equivalents of Lovecraft’s Cat’s Name
his cats name couldn’t be that bad!!!! it’s a cat, what’s the worst name?
i am wrong, what the fuck
Me every time this post comes back
go Google why chainsaws were invented, it’s really fun :)
why.
I’ve seen everything at this point, so why were chain saws in-
oh what the FUCK WHY
Thanks I hate it.
I could have gone my whole life without knowing it, thank you motherfucker
To be fair, its not AS bad when you read into detail. But ya. Still like getting slapped in the face with a cold fish.
i’m boutta google why chainsaws were invented now. feel like i’m going on an adventure.
really speaks to how i’ve been around the internet, that that wasn’t what i was expecting it to be, but it was also really close to what i expected it to be.
Every time I see this post it’s gone in a completely different direction and every time it’s cursed as fuck
This post is the feeling of opening what looks like a present, but all you get is punched in the face by a boxing glove on a spring
In moments like this I always fall back on the fact that they also aren’t speaking English because they don’t have England or the many languages and conquering peoples that contributed to the creation of the English language and therefore the work musr be a translation into recognizable terms in our world’s terms. Call that Tolkien Brainrot.
Definitely funnier if you make fantasy explanations though,
Champagne is a wizard who sells bubbly alcohol.
It’s called English because of the original Lish people, all languages start with En here.
French fries are not potatoes they’re roots of the french plant.
Goodbye is now short for ‘good be your eye’ wishing you luck seeing the path ahead.
Jesus Christ is a long dead lich who used to cause everyone problems and we haven’t stopped saying her name when things go wrong.
had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn’t want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me “of course - i know you’re a freudian, i’m sorry that didn’t occur to me,” sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn’t my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted “dream interpretation is a crock of shit!” with such force that it woke me up.
now that this post has largely stopped circulating i feel that i can safely reveal what set this off. my dream partner was. well okay he was lestat iwTV. and the reason i would not suck on his titties is that, well, in the dream, i was deeply and passionately concerned about the possibility that this would cause me to be exposed to some substance called. well.
btw if i haven’t replied to your messages and you see me posting on here that’s just cause i’m a bad person and a terrible friend. hope that clears things up.
for those unaware, the spaghetti wall of letters and numbers is a base64-encoded JPEG image (and not a URL as some guessed). in certain cases when you tried to insert/paste an image into what’s ostensibly a text-only box, this could happen.
the thing that’s bugging me however is that there’s image data there. we have fairly a clear (albeit with JPEG artifacts) screenshot of text that, thanks to how Windows ClearType renders text, each character is identical to each other, that is to say, an uppercase Q will always look more or less pixel-perfect each time, meaning we don’t have to guess what a Q looks like, we simply have to pixel-accurate match it.
as an aside, this is why regular OCR struggles so much with this kind of data retrieval, such as code even when it’s clearer than a physical paper scan. ordinarily, OCR will try to best-guess every single letter because it expects each letter to be slightly different from each other (as would be the unpredictable nature in a scanned document), and on top of that most OCR today will try to autocorrect because it expects the scanned text to contain words in some human written language.
so, all we have to do is make a program to recognize each character and piece back together the whole base64 string, right? well…
first i stitched all 7 images back into a single block of text, observing the consistency of the line spacing. some of the screenshots have little bits of the previous one sticking out of it, which helps with alignment and to make sure they’re in the right order.
after that i had to sample every single letter off this file. this means going around the file and finding one example of each different character we’re trying to identify, saving it as its own separate file so that the program can load them as references to compare against in the full image. for base64, the alphabet consists of a-z, A-Z, 0-9, +, / and =. once i had the initial code in place…
…close! but oh so far. if any one single character in a base64 string is wrong or missing, the resulting decode will be wrong. the issues i was having were mostly with the lowercase r and j because of how the kerning affected the pixels around those letters. i was also getting false matches for r where there should be an m. what followed was grueling hours of tweaking the matching code and my known font set to better fit the original image and get as close as possible to a 100% match. here is the resulting code, maybe it’ll be useful for someone and this won’t have been a complete waste of time.
once i was confident through the verification image that i had all characters recognized, i put it through a base64 to JPEG decoder. i actually did this several times as i improved the recognition and what follows is the best result that came out of it yet. i suspect some of the data might be missing (perhaps a line or block of text got lost in between screenshots), or i have a wrong character somewhere resulting in a wrong value. this is the image extracted from OP’s base64 string:
we can finally know what they meant when they said “me in a relationship” and i can finally go the fuck to sleep.
update: i found that the string that i used to decode the image in the previous reblog actually had one letter wrong.
with this it still doesn’t parse as fully valid base64 in strict mode so i think there’s still another letter in there that’s wrong, but i couldn’t find it. however this gives us a better look:
and this is finally enough to do a reverse image search. i present to you, the HD version of our intrepid massive backpacker:
still have no idea what they mean by “me in a relationship” with that, though.
I think detaching disgust from morality is one of the keys to Chilling Out. You can find inner peace by being able to go “hm! Gross” and recognize if it’s an actual problem or not. Cause if it’s not an actual problem… it’s not your problem 🙏 god bless
Every callout post that’s like “she jacks off to Weird Porn! Isn’t that gross? Don’t you hate it?” I mean maybe but I have the same reaction to sour cream. Personally I’m in the habit of using my brain to determine if something is ethical/moral/etc or not instead of just my first knee jerk reaction, like, “is this actively harmful to anyone involved” is a more useful question than “do I personally think it’s gross”
Also if you find yourself doing mental gymnastics to explain why something could hypothetically be harmful, potentially, under the right circumstances, it’s probably Just Gross. Especially if the scenario you crafted involves a secret third party besides the Consenting Adults involved ??? You are making up a guy to be mad at, my friend
that last part is really key. “what if some vulnerable child sees it and gets the wrong idea and is HARMED” children have on average ten million random misapprehensions about how the world works at any given time, whether it’s the correct pronunciation of “segue” or whether you go to jail for doing your taxes wrong or whether it’s normal to call your partner “puppy” in the bedroom. they will figure it out eventually as long as they keep being exposed to more and more information. restricting information just means whatever misinformation gets through will stick around longer!
If anybody tries to isolate you, cut you off from other friends, or convince you that they are the only person you can trust or who can be capable of loving you, run extremely far away in the other direction
While transition is a process that takes place over time, it is so important that you love yourself for who you are in the present. You are lovable now; there’s only harm in believing otherwise or deferring your happiness until you feel like you’ve “earned” it
You can perform a double jump to reach high places by pressing the jump button while in the air
theres bikes around the city you can rent but you have to use an app that needs your drivers license. theres buses that drive right to your destination, but if you dont have change you need the app. you can wash your car here if you sign into the app. you can go to the bathroom here you just have to unlock it with the app that needs your location on. you can order at this restaurant if you scan the code and download the app. im losing my freaking mind
It’s because sheep knucklebones can land with four distinct sides up! Like if a regular six-sided die was rounded on two ends. Here’s a picture from someone who 3D prints and sells them. The game is alive and well.
ALT
Shoutout to the Bronze Age gamer queen. She would have cleaned house.
Mongolians are cool because they’ve merged their traditional and modern ways of life so rather than having poverty due to losing all their important skills they just live in their yurts with their cows and 827474874mbs internet
sure their GDP in dollars is low but when you can survive like your anscestors did it doesn’t mean anything, nothing wrong with adding a motorcycle and wifi into the mix
Everyone should live like their ancestors did 1000 years ago but with the addition of wifi tbh
Adapt. Survive.
this is the single most inspiring piece of information I have yet to come across in all my moments in this world
Diglett is perfectly adapted to its semi-subterranean lifestyle, never fully emerging from the ground. A Diglett reaches maturity only when all three of its heads reach the same developmental level, after which it is considered a Dugtrio. Most individuals reach this stage after two years.
Dugtrio are hermaphroditic, and breed only once in their lives. Both individuals then begin producing buds, which separate from the parent Dugtrio and become Digletts after ~two months. All Digletts produced by a single Dugtrio are genetically identical. Because of their extremely prolific nature, most people consider them pests. Dugtrio can live upwards of three years, during which they produce hundreds of thousands of offspring. However, captive Dugtrio that have been successfully prevented from breeding can easily live five times as long.
Everyone has their headcannons for what Diglett looks like below ground, and this is mine ;P
i need the creators of the minecraft movie to actually sit down, and play minecraft. to start a survival world and build their first shitty house and experience the excitement of upgrading your tools and weapons and armour. to go to the nether and find a fortress and trade with the pigmen. to eventually go to the end and kill the enderdragon and struggle to pick up the egg. i need them to beat the game for the first time and see “and the universe said i love you because you are love”
When my mom was growing up, her household didn’t have a home security system, so my grandpa, a physicist, brought home a disused “Warning: Lasers In Use” sign from his workplace and displayed it to deter break-ins. It cracks me up imagining a potential burglar going “No… surely not…. but maybe I should pick a different house to rob, just to be safe.”
