Writing Vertebrate

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firefox AI and slop disablers from tumblr for the people from local hero mckitterick. Tried it on my end and the browser is significantly faster now

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an ad for a slushy drink that reads THE BLUE THING IS BACK!

james cameron every couple of years for some reason:

“AI is clearly sticking around so you have to get used to it” wrong. I don’t have to get used to shit. I am a practiced hater and I can keep this going for decades if I am required to

This is actually quite brilliant, up to and including the final sentence 🔥

Todo es ETA.

Scene from OFFICE SPACE with Michael Bolton replying to Samir Nagheenanajar: “No way. Why should I change? He's the one who sucks.”

when someone tells me not to use em dashes because AI uses em dashes

Elsie

Magik

The Baba Yagaaaa

203) Songs of the Dying Earth

Una antología para homenajear el mundo más colorido de Jack Vance, que tuvo la suerte de contar con varios GENIOS que comprenden la auténtica brillantez de su estilo.

Agggggghhhh llegó don Lefón Lefudo

farcille ♡

There was more grey meat than brown, and once a chunk that glistened green. He found a carrot too, or perhaps it was a finger. In either case, it had been overcooked.

“What sort of meat is in these pies?” asked Chimwazle.

“Brown,” said the landlord. “And chunks of grey.”

“The Great Chimwazle is no man to trifle with,” he warned the so-called princeling.

“Yet here you sit, in the Tarn House.”

“With you,” observed Chimwazle, somewhat peevishly.

“I am the Great Chimwazle.”

“And I Prince Rocallo the Redoubtable.”

Chimwazle frowned. “Prince of what?”

“Just so.” The prince sucked another snail, and dropped the empty shell onto the floor.

The world had been dying even then, and the nights were dark and full of terrors.

kjJDFLklsfkjfdskfds

Quiero mucho a George RR Martin y su completa falta de verguenza.

“You ate the noble Florendal, you swallowed Lady Melescence, and devoured her brothers three.”

“Not so! I refute these charges! It was someone else who looked like me.”

Te voy a ser sincero tío:

Salir en algo después de Tanith Lee es salir a hacer el ridículo.

Ildefonse, siempre:

Dan Simmons decidió que su contribución a la antología sería un ladrillo el doble de largo que el de los demás y ocho veces más aburrido.

Hay que tener NIVEL para que Tanith Lee diga esto de ti.

“You will accept my heartiest curse for this, you felon, a curse too vile even to detail but lasting your life long. Render your name, that I may fix the bane more thoroughly.”

“If I should modestly decline such honour?”

El caracol parlante lo ha estafado para meterlo en una trama de mafiosos.

A snail which spoke! And was also urbane! This surely was the very stuff of fable, magic, and sophistication!

“But are you not hungry, sir? Have you eaten today?”

“No, but I have eaten tomorrow, that tomorrow when the sun goes black. Eaten it entire.”

Cugel, the self-styled Clever, an arresting person, long of leg, deft of hand, light of finger, blessed by the luck of fiends—and the unluck of one cursed, which two states constantly cancelled each other out. A perfect genius of cunning and razor wit, and also, on ocassion, an utter numbskull.

Es la mejor

Despite such care, he grew to the age of eighteen.

Swind and his wife, Slannt, were given the child to raise, which they did following the village tradition. They starved the boy and rained constant blows upon him, these actions ornamented by witty verbal abuse in the village mode.