one thing i hate about english is your open compound words. what do you mean it’s a light switch and not a lightswitch or a water bottle instead of a waterbottle. get real
i’m gonna use my hacking powers to do an all pyjama run in pokemon y
Mission parameters set.
Fuck that noise.
YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM
God this is gonna suck when I get to Frost Cavern.
Still holding on tight to that 3DS I don’t have and couldn’t figure out how to get back. Our mom’s probably holding it hostage.
Haha I’m never going back in there in case the game notices I’m not wearing the default outfit and forces me into actual clothes again.
Oh hey, do you want to see how it resolved the issue of not having a full render model?
The short answer is it didn’t.
Every now and then notes for this float past my dash and I’m forcibly reminded that I had to stop because I got trapped behind Nurse Joy’s counter and couldn’t figure out how to leave the Pokémon Center because the camera clipped through the floor into PokéHell.
wh
who’s this..?
don’t even worry about it he’s fine
it’s fine
This is why you change out of your pajamas before leaving the house.
Heartwarming story: Little girl doesn’t have to do anything to fund her dad’s surgery because his expenses are covered by his country’s universal healthcare.
Human determination: Man bikes 18 miles to work every morning because he wants to and not because he can’t afford a car and would be fired if he’s late.
Spirit of Brotherhood: Neighbors host housewarming party for elderly resident who doesn’t need help in paying rent because his pension is more than enough.
On January 25, 1979, Robert Williams became the first person (on record at least) to be killed by a robot, but it was far from the last fatality at the hands of a robotic system.
Williams was a 25-year-old employee at the Ford Motor Company casting plant in Flat Rock, Michigan. On that infamous day, he was working with a parts-retrieval system that moved castings and other materials from one part of the factory to another.
The robot identified the employee as in its way and, thus, a threat to its mission, and calculated that the most efficient way to eliminate the threat was to remove the worker with extreme prejudice.
“Using its very powerful hydraulic arm, the robot smashed the surprised worker into the operating machine, killing him instantly, after which it resumed its duties without further interference.”
A news report about the legal battle suggests the killer robot continued working while Williams lay dead for 30 minutes until fellow workers realized what had happened.
Many more deaths of this ilk have continued to pile up. A 2023 study identified that robots have killed at least 41 people in the USA between 1992 and 2017, with almost half of the fatalities in the Midwest, a region bursting with heavy industry and manufacturing.
For now, the companies that own these murderbots are held responsible for their actions. However, as AI grows increasingly ubiquitous and potentially uncontrollable, how might robot murders become ever-more complicated, and whom will we hold responsible as their decision-making becomes more self-driven and opaque?
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Okay, I’ve worked in industrial robotics for about a decade - a huge portion of that time being working with safety systems - and this story just did not look true to me, so I looked into it.
“The robot identified the employee as in its way and, thus, a threat to its mission, and calculated that the most efficient way to eliminate the threat was to remove the worker with extreme prejudice.”?
Come off it.
Robert Williams was working with the parts retrieval system, yes. The system was 5-storey shelving, where a robot mounted on a cart would move in and retrieve the parts and take them off to other stations. The robot+cart weighed at least one ton.
The system was either giving wrong results about the inventory level in the shelves, or wasn’t picking anywhere near fast enough (reports are unclear) so:
Robert Williams was asked to climb up to get them himself. While he was doing this extremely unsafe activity (of CLIMBING THE SHELVES WHERE THE INDUSTRIAL MACHINERY WAS WORKING), the system was not switched off. Jesus Fucking Christ.
While he was up there, the robot, which to reiterate, was still switched on, was continuing its work without any input that a worker was in the operating area. It went in to retrieve the parts, and its pre-programmed path intersected with Robert’s head, and killed him instantly. It is true that he was not found for 30 minutes until his colleagues came looking for him.
Williams’ family successfully sued the robot manufacturers for $10,000,000 for not having installed sufficient safety systems.
Today, in any industrial facility where robots are working, we spend huge amounts of time and money ensuring these incidents (I’m not calling it an accident, because accidents imply there’s no one to blame. Whoever sent him up there, and didn’t shut the system down is to blame) do not occur.
We have 2 meter high fencing around everywhere a robot possibly moves in its work. We have “lightguards”; laser systems across anywhere the fencing has to have gaps, that kill the power to the entire system if they are tripped. We have emergency stop buttons on literally every piece of equipment. You can’t even open a door without stopping everything. Hard hats, eye protection, and high-vis vests are mandatory for anyone even walking through the footpaths on the factory floor.
This is not a story of murderbots deciding humans are in their way and killing them without mercy to get the job done. It’s so easy to ascribe that level of decision-making to something that moves on it’s own, but it’s completely incorrect. It was a machine working exactly as it was supposed to, without any feedback that anything was wrong.
This is a story of a flagrant disregard of worker’s safety around industrial machinery.
The safety regulations that mandate the precautions we use today are written in Robert Williams blood.
the initial description is just so fucking laughably wrong, though.
the robot didn’t detect him and decide to eliminate him.
it didn’t detect him, because it had no mechanism for detecting things. this is 1979! it didn’t have cameras and AI and shit. it had programming that told it how to move to get from one point to another, so it did so. it didn’t detect threats, it didn’t detect anything, it just moved from one point to another at full speed and he was soft and in the way.
but also, yeah, the regulations and safeguards are a good idea and we should in fact have them. but the problem was never anything like a robot deciding that a person was a threat to its mission.
if you drop a brick from a tall building, and it kills someone, it wasn’t because the brick was trying to go down and it identified the person as being in its way. it just fucking fell.
the robot didn’t
detect him and decide to
eliminate him.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Health & Safety regulation is written in blood using shards of crushed bones instead of pens
Literally anyone who supports the idea of decreasing the funding of, or gutting regulations and agencies like OSHA is knowingly supporting killing people to save some money
Y'all have,,, NO idea how much I want a pizza rn. It is taking all of my willpower to save my money and not order one this instant to celebrate getting stuff done today
late-stage capitalism is i want pizza but congress won’t buy me one
wait I haven’t tried
I’m gonna call my congressman and see
Hmm… Ted Cruz isn’t answering. Still a coward, I see,
I’m gonna ask my governor now and tell him Cruz said it was out of his jurisdiction so he’ll feel all important. dude sued the city and is richer than god he can afford a pizza
HDGJDFHGJ SOMEONE PICKED UP,,, this is how it went:
Me: Hello, I would like to request an audience with Governor Abbott
Secretary: I’m sorry. I can relay a message and have him get back to you in a call or email.
Me: Okay, thanks! Due to some recent changes and current economic disparity in Texas, I’ve calculated that Gov. Abbott makes enough a year to buy over 10,000 pizzas, for example. As a display of his claims to make efforts towards rebuilding the middle class, all I ask is that he buy me one single pizza.
Secretary: *incredulous laugh/scoff noise*
Me: That’s less than 0.0001% of his salary, not even taking his enormous wealth into consideration, and will affect my voting decision next election cycle. My paypal is https://www.paypal.me/quinintheclouds
Secretary: …I’ll let him know.
Secretary: *Hangs up*
None of them bought me a pizza. Guess you could say they crust my dreams :((
pLOT TWIST THE SECRETARY SENT ME $15 FOR MAKING HER LAUGH AND CAUSE SHE HATES WORKING THERE,,, THE SUBJECT LINE SAID POLITICAL PIZZA
I scrolled away but had to come back and reblog.
This is amazing
As a person who freaks out about talking to my own family members, I am in awe of the fact that you actually did this
me too, but consider: I was really hungry
“Hmm… Ted Cruz isn’t answering. Still a coward, I see,” is the most powerful thing I’ve ever read.
I hate that I wasn’t the first person to think of something like this.
werewolf who runs you down in the woods and pins you down and does a whole monologue about how weak and pathetic you humans are and what delicious, succulent prey you make, then lays her head in your lap and politely asks you for scritches with her big wet eyes
Peter Molyneux’s 22cans studio have sold around £40 million of NFTs for their “blockchain business simulator” Legacy,
before it’s been released. The town management game has its own
cryptocurrency, of course, and this weekend they sold NFTs of virtual
land for real money. The hope for crypto land barons is that they would
be able to earn money back from other players through in-game business
partnerships.
Oh hey he still exists
and my god could you imagine a more on brand project for him
we’ve been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we’ve observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don’t think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.
I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I’ve passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that’s Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there’s a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.
yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.
“good morning Gucio!” I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.
well. remember that Gucio doesn’t really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.
and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.
“you… know each other?” she asks.
is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you’ve met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I’m afraid
we’ve been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we’ve observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don’t think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.
I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I’ve passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that’s Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there’s a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.
yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.
“good morning Gucio!” I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.
well. remember that Gucio doesn’t really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.
and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.
“you… know each other?” she asks.
is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you’ve met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I’m afraid
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
I’ve never been so attached to literal trash before
I am similarly attached to the sentient trash. Can’t wait to take him on little adventures
“In the one place in America where women still have a right to choose, you can vote any way you want. And no one will ever know,” Roberts says in the ad as a woman on screen meets up with her husband after casting her ballot for Harris.
The voter winks at a fellow female voter as her husband asks if she made the “right choice.”
Republicans have responded to the video with outrage, with some claiming that a wife lying about her vote is as bad as an affair.
“If I found out Emma was going to the voting booth and pulling the lever for Harris, that’s the same thing as having an affair,” Fox News host Jesse Watters said on air Wednesday in a clip highlighted by Mediaite.
Other GOP members including Charlie Kirk said the thought was “nauseating.”
Reminder so it’s absolutely 100% clear: you can lie about who you voted for
Your dad threaten to kick you out if you don’t vote the way he wants you to, and you don’t vote that way? Lie. Or say you didn’t vote.
Your boss asks who you voted for? Lie. If you can ask if they think that’s appropriate to ask.
Your partner? Lie. Your vote is genuinely yours.
Hell, lie here. You don’t need to tell anyone who you voted for, and you don’t need to be honest about it.
But WAIT - don’t tell someone that you DIDN’T vote - this part of your vote is public record (in the US).
Anyone can look up your voting record and see WHEN you voted.
I have never watched a mr beast video and every time I see his face doing that weird dead smile he does in every thumbnail, it just looks like that one photo of charlie from always sunny to me
i don’t understand, are they supposed to get nicer or just less bruised up?
The Smash Bros. cast swapping anecdotes about their various evil doppelgangers and Mario getting into an argument about whether Wario counts.
Surprisingly, Mario is arguing that Wario does not count as he has literally never made that connection in his life. You can’t just say every fat italian in overalls is a Mario counterpart, he’s his own person with hopes and dreams. Evil hopes and dreams, but still.
Daisy, meanwhile, manages to argue very convincingly that Peach should be considered her evil doppelganger.
Wario is playing Devil’s advocate because being Mario’s evil doppleganger is great for business. If he was just some guy, nobody would buy Warioware.
@kamenriderhamo i am not going to let you hide this in the replies
Hana-Rawhiti Kareariki Maipi-Clarke, the youngest MP in Aotearoa, starts a haka to protest the first vote on a bill reinterpreting the 1840 Treaty of Waitangi
You often see people bailing water out of a sinking boat make the rookie mistake of throwing the water back into the sea. That’s no good, that water’s just going to come right back in again through the hole in your boat and all your hard work will be undone. You need to find somewhere else to put the water.
oh hellpp i thought you'd move into different blogs, anyway uhh since ur asks/req are open. may i request poob and pest? i wanna see them in your style if that's ok w you
also i see your machhammer art, do you know phighting by any chance btw?
Taking what’s not yours taking what’s not yours 🎵🎶
I looked up japanese street fashion when trying to figure out Pest’s silhouette and that’s it. Poob though might be a little bit unexpected so I guess I have to put a small debunk like I did with Mach?: I get the idea that they’re supposed to look naive or even childish, right, but they must be FRIEND-SHAPED. That’s why I went with “short and wide” and “tall and thin” trope for their duo, it exaggerates their differences nicely and makes them more fun to look at:)
And I gave Poob a little beard! It’s subtle, but really just makes their personality work out better for me. and the crocs. Poobs like that sweet person at the party who grabs you by the arms and pulls you into the dancing circle, but plays along if you feel awkward too. At first I wanted to gave them harajuku outfit like Pest (because both them and Pest are coming from the same floor, ye know), but couldn’t find fitting clothes, so I went with rather casual fit :) If I ever draw these fellas again I’ll make them more fleshed out! Still it was a fun experience. Thank you for asking ❤️!
Things are grim right now but a small silver lining is that The Onion bought Alex Jones’s site InfoWars and are going to turn it into “a parody of itself”, using it to make fun of conspiracy theorists and far-right nutjobs.
Some context:
In 2012 Alex Jones called the Sandy Hook school shooting a hoax and accused the grieving parents of being “crisis actors”. In 2022 the Sandy Hook parents won a defamation suit against him and were awarded more than a billion dollars. Which is what forced Jones to now sell his site at auction.
The Onion won the auction with the backing of the parents. And the proceeds from the purchase will go directly to the parents as part of the damages payout, Alex Jones isn’t seeing a dime.
The relaunch of InfoWars is slated for this January. Which would coincide with Trump’s inauguration. I bet The Onion have some plans for that.
so many snow animals are just white puff with dot eyes. amazing design
I just love this genre
oh this was delightful
Don’t forget owls!
Sphere = the ideal shape for maximizing internal volume with minimum surface area, thus best shape for not lose heat. Sphere stay warm! Sticky outy bits get cold!!
‼️ my recreation textbook said prison abolition now!
[Image id: Figure from Power, Promise, Potential, and Possibilities of Parks, Recreation, and Leisure.
What Recreators Can Do
It costs approximately $30,000 to incarcerate a juvenile offender for one year. If that money were available to Parks and Recreation, we could do the following:
Take him swimming twice a week for 24 weeks,
And give him four tours of the zoo, plus lunch,
And enroll him in 50 community center programs,
And visit the nature center twice,
And let him play league softball for a season,
And tour the gardens at the park twice,
And give him two weeks of tennis lessons,
And enroll him in two weeks of day camp,
And let him play three rounds of golf,
And act in one play,
And participate in one fishing clinic,
And take a four-week pottery class,
And play basketball eight hours a weeks for 40 weeks,
After which we could return to you: $29,125 and one much happier kid.
Reprinted, by permission, from E. O’Sullivan, 1999, Setting a course for change (National Recreation and Park Association).
“The Tech Guild is asking readers to honor the digital picket line and not play popular NYT Games such as Wordle and Connections as well as not use the NYT Cooking app.”
Concept: a spacefaring fantasy setting where the traditional “ship’s artificial intelligence” role is filled by synthetic hearth-gods that interface with the ship’s systems via miniaturised clockwork shrines. The tropes of ship-as-community and crew-as-found-family that pervade post-2000 spacefaring SF have direct and measurable presence in the setting, as cultivating a stronger sense of family and community results in a stronger ship’s god.
(While this practice confers considerable benefits, it also imposes a practical upper limit on the size of a ship and crew; if the ship or crew is too large, rather than a synthetic hearth-god you get a synthetic city-father, which is generally considered undesirable for non-military applications on account of the fact that those critters are scary as hell.)
The tutelary spirit of a community as cultural infrastructure, as opposed to the individual personalised communities that comprise it. At the time of this posting, it’s a matter of considerable speculation exactly why synthetic city-fathers tend to be so predatory and conquest-minded. Popular theories include:
1. Naturally occurring city-fathers have the same propensities as their synthetic counterparts, and are either better at hiding them, or simply lack the necessary context to express them on account of being immobile and capable of only gradual expansion.
2. There exists some flaw in our understanding of the principles of apotheogenesis that can cause artificial deiforms to become deranged; synthetic hearth-gods are apparently unaffected either because the problem is emergent only above a certain threshold of complexity, or because routine contact with close-knit communities exerts a stabilising influence.
3. The mindset of synthetic city-fathers is an inevitable reflection of the mindset of the sort of people who have the resources to build large spacegoing vessels.
It just occurred to me that you could use comedy as a way of truly illustrating what a culture is all about. Ultimately, the things that people tend to find funny is whatever they’ve been raised to think of as inappropriate, so comedy is a way to show what the ideals of this people are - by presenting a mirror image of it. Something that the people fear to be or become, deep down.
A culture that is high-context, deeply conservative, traditional, and dead serious in all things would find it funny to see someone unwittingly fuck up so badly that their entire family line has been shamed for generations, and doesn’t even seem to understand it. A fool insulting someone important right to their face is so inappropriate that it’s funny - but the laughter isn’t aimed at the insulted person, the audience laughs at the fool.
While a people who generally do not take themselves or life too seriously would laugh at the people who do. It’s silly, laughable and embarrassing to make a huge deal about everything and get offended when other people don’t take it as seriously. It’s ridiculous for someone to sulk like a child over something like that.
Consider a culture of warrior nomads, who gather once per year for a celebration of their common roots, to trade goods and occasionally members, and meet friends and relatives from other clans. And as one of the features of the gathering, they perform plays. And one of the stock characters of their comedies is the simpering coward, who keeps making or finding trouble and then has his mother fight his fights for him.
And this role is traditionally played by the biggest, burliest man that the clan has, purely because someone who couldn’t brawl his way out of problems he causes by having more mouth than muscle simply isn’t funny, it’s just sad. But a strong man who could be a warrior folding immediately when the beef he started actually finds him is shit-your-pants-laughing hilarious.
While anyone of any clan would be ashamed to have such a man for a son, spouse or friend, within a play such a spectacle is nothing but fun and games. And while the audience roars with laughter and even heckles, playing the role of the coward is not a shame, but as a matter of fact it is downright an honour. After all, it’s a much harder man who volunteers to be a laughingstock, than someone who’ll stab anyone at the drop of a hat for any hint of disrespect.
It just occurred to me that you could use comedy as a way of truly illustrating what a culture is all about. Ultimately, the things that people tend to find funny is whatever they’ve been raised to think of as inappropriate, so comedy is a way to show what the ideals of this people are - by presenting a mirror image of it. Something that the people fear to be or become, deep down.
A culture that is high-context, deeply conservative, traditional, and dead serious in all things would find it funny to see someone unwittingly fuck up so badly that their entire family line has been shamed for generations, and doesn’t even seem to understand it. A fool insulting someone important right to their face is so inappropriate that it’s funny - but the laughter isn’t aimed at the insulted person, the audience laughs at the fool.
While a people who generally do not take themselves or life too seriously would laugh at the people who do. It’s silly, laughable and embarrassing to make a huge deal about everything and get offended when other people don’t take it as seriously. It’s ridiculous for someone to sulk like a child over something like that.
Consider a culture of warrior nomads, who gather once per year for a celebration of their common roots, to trade goods and occasionally members, and meet friends and relatives from other clans. And as one of the features of the gathering, they perform plays. And one of the stock characters of their comedies is the simpering coward, who keeps making or finding trouble and then has his mother fight his fights for him.
And this role is traditionally played by the biggest, burliest man that the clan has, purely because someone who couldn’t brawl his way out of problems he causes by having more mouth than muscle simply isn’t funny, it’s just sad. But a strong man who could be a warrior folding immediately when the beef he started actually finds him is shit-your-pants-laughing hilarious.
While anyone of any clan would be ashamed to have such a man for a son, spouse or friend, within a play such a spectacle is nothing but fun and games. And while the audience roars with laughter and even heckles, playing the role of the coward is not a shame, but as a matter of fact it is downright an honour. After all, it’s a much harder man who volunteers to be a laughingstock, than someone who’ll stab anyone at the drop of a hat for any hint of disrespect.
It just occurred to me that you could use comedy as a way of truly illustrating what a culture is all about. Ultimately, the things that people tend to find funny is whatever they’ve been raised to think of as inappropriate, so comedy is a way to show what the ideals of this people are - by presenting a mirror image of it. Something that the people fear to be or become, deep down.
A culture that is high-context, deeply conservative, traditional, and dead serious in all things would find it funny to see someone unwittingly fuck up so badly that their entire family line has been shamed for generations, and doesn’t even seem to understand it. A fool insulting someone important right to their face is so inappropriate that it’s funny - but the laughter isn’t aimed at the insulted person, the audience laughs at the fool.
While a people who generally do not take themselves or life too seriously would laugh at the people who do. It’s silly, laughable and embarrassing to make a huge deal about everything and get offended when other people don’t take it as seriously. It’s ridiculous for someone to sulk like a child over something like that.
Consider a culture of warrior nomads, who gather once per year for a celebration of their common roots, to trade goods and occasionally members, and meet friends and relatives from other clans. And as one of the features of the gathering, they perform plays. And one of the stock characters of their comedies is the simpering coward, who keeps making or finding trouble and then has his mother fight his fights for him.
And this role is traditionally played by the biggest, burliest man that the clan has, purely because someone who couldn’t brawl his way out of problems he causes by having more mouth than muscle simply isn’t funny, it’s just sad. But a strong man who could be a warrior folding immediately when the beef he started actually finds him is shit-your-pants-laughing hilarious.
While anyone of any clan would be ashamed to have such a man for a son, spouse or friend, within a play such a spectacle is nothing but fun and games. And while the audience roars with laughter and even heckles, playing the role of the coward is not a shame, but as a matter of fact it is downright an honour. After all, it’s a much harder man who volunteers to be a laughingstock, than someone who’ll stab anyone at the drop of a hat for any hint of disrespect.
hey yall. i hate to ask, but my computer is no longer working AND i’m having some car problems that look like a pricey fix. can i please get some help? my job is half an hour away from me so without a working car I’ll be in a much worse place 😅
commissions are open as well if you’d like. thank you all so much
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