living in the fucking twilight zone over here
hi guys! discord is doing a survey on how people would like ai to be integrated into discord. take it and say fuck no to every question. when you get to "in general, how do you feel about discord inegrating ai features?", respond that you would actively get everyone you know off of discord and wouldn't pay for nitro or other shop items if they added ai features.
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you will probably not look like a skinny white anime girl when you transition you will likely look like someone's mom and you need to realize how swag this is
I saw a picture of my mom last week and did a double take because we both realized how similar we look. skinny white anime girls are not real women but your mom is. I promise you look like a real woman
Shoutouts to the funniest possible tags on this post
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I was thinking about your post about the art-looker, and wanted to tell you that my Dad was kind of an art-looker villain. At some point in the 80s, he went to London to observe some specific paintings, and then discovered that the paintings were in the private residence of the Queen and normal people couldn't look at them. He was disgusted, and tried to sneak off the tour of Buckingham Palace in order to find the paintings. He spent some time wandering around before he was caught, and because he's Irish and it was the 80s, police were rapidly called because they thought he was scoping the place out to plant a bomb or something. After some intense interviews they decided he wasn't a terrorist but was indeed an idiot who wanted to see some Vermeers.
god this rules what a hero
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have you guys heard about wizard101 getting hacked the other day. ive never once played the game in my life but whatever happened there is absolutely hilarious
since making this post i have been informed about a few key points of this that i missed:
- KingsIsle claims the person who sent out the hacked messages was actually not an employee
- wizard101 memberships are free to all for the rest of September 2022 as compensation for this event
- lots of people have let me know that i forgot to add one of the funniest parts of all of this:
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can you lie on your character sheet if it’s funny
yes hello this is my character his name is…. Farmer Peasant…. his background is he is…. a peasant…. he HATES the tyrannical boy king, the concept of nephews, and sleeping on the ground. He was forced to flee his… village… after a failed attempt to lead a… people’s uprising against the wicked king. Now he travels with his faithful… farmhand… seeking some sort of magical relic that might allow him to restore… justice… once and for all… very painful justice…
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Unrelated to literally anything you've been talking about, but is there some rule that April Fool's is supposed to end at noon somewhere in the UK? (I've been rewatching Ghosts and it suggests that.) I've heard of lunch breaks but never a cutoff like that.
Yes, although I don’t know how common it is for people to actually do pranks in the UK. Last month I did meet someone who did, though, and she talked about this.
On this past April 1, I purchased new shoes for Mouse (2) in town, and popped their old shoes into the basket of the pushchair. We walked across a pedestrian crossing and entered an indoor shopping area.
An old British lady caught up to me and said urgently that she had just picked up a toddler’s shoe in the crosswalk and placed it on a bollard (in the charming way of people setting high-value lost objects on little pedestals wherever possible.) she then saw that I had a child of the correct size, so she escorted me very excitedly to recover the shoe.
I thanked her, and she was the kind of old lady who doesn’t mind explaining it all over again, so that she can be thanked again. We did this a few times, in mutual courtesy. She was quite a classy lady; the sort of old British lady in her 80s who puts on her pearls and cashmere cardigan and trots briskly around town with a wheelie shopping basket, like in children’s books. They get magnificently old, unbelievably old, and are still very perky and witty, and will often tell you the strangest things.
She then added, looking very wicked, “it’s April Fools, so I could have been playing a trick, but I wouldn’t do that to you now. It’s after 12 o’clock.”
I thanked her for not playing a trick on me.
Sensing that she was in the presence of someone who would truly appreciate her, she came in closer and lowered her voice and proceeded to describe the chaos she had sown that morning. She took my elbow. She was intense.
- She had tricked her neighbor into turning back after leaving the house by telling him he’d left his lights on.
- She’d tricked another neighbor with a lie about their roses that made them run outside in a dressing gown and slippers (I didn’t catch the specifics.)
- She got on a bus and pretended not to know about contactless. I think she then got off the bus, essentially just having boarded it to sow chaos.
- She told many people that they had something small but distressing wrong with them - that a baby had dropped their shoe, a bird had shat on their rucksack, and so on.
- Just before 12 she walked past a bus (or possibly coach) with its door open, so she shouted in at the driver, “do you know your boot (trunk) is open?” Causing him to panic and dash out to check. When she told him it was an April Fool’s he needed some time to recover.
- The people on the bus were quite cross, she said, evilly.
- At bang on 12, she stopped.
Thankfully, a decent grasp of company manners can usually provide you with something polite to say in any situation, including when an elderly fiend takes you into her confidence and admits to being a one-crone crime wave.
I said, “I admire your commitment to stopping at 12.”
She said with great dignity and satisfaction, “I would never go on past it.”
And that is really all I know on the matter.
I like this arrangement of words. Good stuff.
It’s good to write stuff down as I had entirely forgotten this! Thank you!
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Hello! Horsie question: if horses had six or eight legs, what words would horse people use to describe them? I imagine fore and hind, near and far would still get used -- what about the middle legs? Mid? What if there's two sets of middle legs? Foremid? Midhind? Hindmid???? what's the combo I'm missing. Midfore? (Is that just a mediocre golf swing?) I'm sure there's other words that I'm not thinking of. What do you think?
Hahahha that's good fun! Thank you!
We'll handwave the evolution here, and presume a world in which everything else is exactly the same, but horses have eight legs. Because they are traditionally animals of high utility that English is desperately in love with, their anatomy is specifically detailed in delightful words, many of Old English origin. I think limb pairs would have their own words, because people would want to specify them. (The reason that spider leg pairs are merely numbered in English is because we don't pay them as much attention.)
(Horses with multiple legs wouldn't "work" as we know them, but I said "everything is the same" and that includes our fascination with them. Again, handwave the gait mechanics.)
I reckon for English, for sequential paired limbs, I'd keep it in a rough messy Old English configuration to match "fore" and "hind." "Mid" is a good instinct on your part and is the correct choice for things between fore and hind. Despite it suggesting "waist," I feel it would be natural to have "mid" be the second pairing of limbs. (This is probably an internal bias because of sails, which isn’t very Old English of me, but we’ll excuse it because it’s also reasonably natural for English speakers to think about things from the top down, and to prioritise “hands” over feet.)
I like "gird," as in "girdle," for a third pairing. This is short, matchy, meets the cadence of the fellows we plan to use it with, sounds quite different (like the NATO alphabet, they need to be hard to mix up), and ends with a consonant. The words are all roughly the same age. I think it would work for a natural, usable word.
Limping on the left side leg in the third leg pair, - "lame in the near gird."
I think that post-Age-of-Sail, horse limb pairings would probably pick up some sailing terms, and the Italian-derived "mizzen" should drift in for the third leg pair, coming after the mids. It's no crazier than the genuine English horse anatomy name of "gaskin," and would provide charm and irritation - two qualities that ring true.
Of course, the horse above would have more limited mobility and utility. We could also try arranging leg pairs on the horizontal axis, although for utility I think they'd be held off the ground. In which case English would abruptly call them a new thing.
I suggest "thumb" for forelimbs that don't normally touch the ground, and "spur" for the hindlimbs.
Mind you, these horses probably won't have the limb mechanics or mobility to fill the niche they serve in our world, so this is just for fun.
What do you think?
...my brain is now throwing together fragments of All Creatures Great And Small meets Norse mythology, and James Herriot trying to do veterinary things to Sleipnir...
I struggled under the weight of the carthorse’s thumb, which he rested on my shoulder in a friendly fashion, enjoying the sensation of support. As I was examining his forehoof, and the big draught-bred animal must have weighed a hundred and fifty stone, this was no small matter.
The animal pulled me close to his chest with his thumb, in order to drape his massive head along my back. It was impossible to pare in this position. Gripping his forehoof with my knees, I stuck the hoof knife in my teeth - regretting that vets were among the majority of God’s creatures, and only had four limbs - and tried using both hands to disentangle myself, shoving futilely at the great arm-like weight of the thumb.
“Gi’ ower, Blossom,” his owner said gruffly. “Sorry, Mr. Herriot. Thinks he’s a lapdog.”
“That’s all right, Mr. Greendale,” I forced out, “could you please hold his head.”
“Gi’ ower,” the old man said again, and the horse - possibly responding to this, or possibly just shifting his weight - released me, lifting his head and dropping his thumb. Gasping in relief, I straightened my shoulders and dove back to the forehoof. This was a tremendously rewarding process, when the pared horn suddenly gave way to a burst of trapped pus, affording instant relief to animal and vet.
The angle was poor, the stables dingy - I decided to change position. The horse decided the same thing, and snagged me again - this time with both of his thumbs. He set the near thumb down to support himself in order to pull me in close to his chest, where exploratory lips started to mumble thoughtfully at my hair.
“Ah, he’s a big old softie, really,” Mr. Greendale said, seemingly unimpressed.
At this point Tristan Farnon burst in, babbling. Eyes wild, tie undone, he was a picture of urgency. Still, he checked on the threshold. “James, what on earth are you doing with that horse? Or is that horse doing to you?”
“He’s favourin’ Mr. Herriot,” the old man said, and broke into a most remarkably cracked cackle.
“So does fortune,” Tristan gasped. “James! Siegfried’s lost his wallet!”
“That’s absolutely marvellous, Tris,” I said, despite the sensation of being crushed by a friendly Alsatian the weight of my own motorcar. “Help.”
“Oh, don’t be so bloody Scottish and uptight,” Tristan said, and thumped the horse on the off spur. Blossom dropped me as if trained. “You’ll never get on in practice if you can’t manage horse thumbs. We’ve twenty minutes to replace his wallet with the duplicate, or it’ll be curtains for both of us.”
On the one hand, Tristan’s indiscretions were his own business. On the second, Siegfried’s temper affected us all. On the third hand -
I looked at Tristan, dressed in white tie and cummerbund.
I handed him the hoof knife.
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I dont need to be analyzing and cross-referencing videos of ICE violence. There are people who have this for a job and it is not mine. I am not the authority on doctored or fabricated media. Doing this work will not persuade the people who have already bought this narrative.
I do not need to watch the most recent body cam footage to find out whether a citizen in Minneapolis deserved to die.
Also. Like. Everyone insisting she deserved to die WILL NEVER BOTHER WATCHING IT.
This is the narrative they are told to say so they repeat it. We give a shit about the truth so we bother to try to justify what we say, but we have to realize these people are not interested in what is true and there is no version of the world where we can beg or justify or persuade or convince them to do otherwise.
Theres a person on the local reddit that got triggered by the tiny protest yesterday and has been posting every video they can find. They've been saying 'this proves it' with every update and im like... it doesnt prove shit.
Im not a forensic video analyst.
Im not interacting with this person, its not worth it.
They've already made up their mind about her, about us, about 'the left.' Any further interaction with them will just make us both mad.
I watched a video today where someone said, “There is no amount of factual evidence that will change someone’s mind when their opinion was not based on facts in the first place.”
Hit me pretty hard actually, as someone who has the “but empirical evidence…!” gene.
Dissecting the video appeases the part of my brain that Likes Puzzles and this is a Very Important Puzzle.
It does not make it unhappen.