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yo it's SO GOOD amirite

In lieu of Onion speaking cogent English please imagine what he was actually doing at all those time stamps, which is howling continuously, directly into my face

1:01 PM - (I feed Onion)
1:02 PM - "How could you neglect me so" – Onion
1:02:31 PM "I need sustenance" – Onion
1:02:58 PM "Where is the food that I just ate in under 60 seconds" – Onion
1:03 PM "Hey" – Onion
1:03:08 PM "Hey" – Onion
1:03:21 PM "Hey" – Onion
1:03:44 PM "Heyyyyyyyyyyy" – Onion

This is incredible. Like the previous few years, near all of the electricity capacity added to the grid was clean energy. The Inflation Reduction Act helped this - it made solar & wind cheaper but it also for the first time had a standalone incentive for grid storage. Look at the growth in storage!

1,000% every TikTok “haul” or “monthly redo of my wardrobe/room/whatever aesthetic” video from 2019 onwards is a more cogent symbol of prosaic gluttony than eating or fatness, and that’s not even approaching the league of like, idk, Taylor’s Swift’s private jet usage

people are buying dinosaur skeletons at auction and just shoving them in warehouses, because they CAN. that's fucking gluttony.

gluttony is a ceo who has spent more on cosmetic surgical procedures than the gdp of a small country, an executive who owns original rembrandts and keeps them in a private showroom where no one can see, an heiress who has her breakfast flown in by chartered jet from her favorite parisian cafe

I've said this before, but it makes me insane that in an age of human civilization when the ultra-rich have hoarded over half of all wealth, the go-to visual shorthand for depictions of gluttony is still "fat"

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one of my favorite books <3

if you have a ring camera you are a child, terrified of the silhouette of a jacket hanging on a chair. you are lower than a worm to me. you have sold your soul to a devil that has offered you nothing in return

part of the horror watching people slip n slide right into hardcore zero tolerance asceticism regarding controlled substances is also seeing what it's like in societies that really demonize drugs like in korea people have committed suicide over weed charges you do not want that here!

text reads: no ice in minnesota

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The thing about ebooks as a substitute is that it ignores two major needs of teen readers: autonomy (the ability to get a book without going through parents) and community (the ability to pass a book around to all their friends.)

Hey let's play Bliss Stage together

Oh hell yeah I can't wait to read this. I think I recognize the illustrator for this piece, too!

And ultimately I think instead of focusing on "how can we tell whether people are using LLMs in their writing" it should be "how can we regulate and drastically limit the usage of LLMs as state-level policy"

Lollll 🫠 It's a bummer to think someone might erroneously flag my writing because of stylistic choices (or even weak structure and argumentation, for that matter, I'm not great at academic writing), but they can look through my unhinged Google Docs edit history to verify it's my work, I guess?

descriptive passages, I realized most of those detectors 1) suck ass and 2) are likely run on LLM tech themselves. Useless lol. Maybe the paid ones are better but imo they're all worthless

Yeah, I used to use online LLM detectors to audit my own writing, but when they flagged my prose for things like em dash or semicolon use, using passive voice in passages that take place in the past and necessitated it, or–

One of the many sins of genAI is that the societal necessity of staying vigilant for it frequently turns into a policing strategy, often with punitive consequences for the handful of people who still write and make art with human integrity. I hope this student wins their suit.

Bonus points for whoever knows what actual medieval dish the second excerpt is describing

(Screenshot of a typed excerpt from my novel in progress, Hotblood, watermarked with "HOTBLOOD (rough draft)") The Nest’s great kitchen was not a single room so much as a knot of them, all sharing four great hearth fires. The main hall held the long hearths, a wall of flame broken only by stone uprights where cauldrons swung and spits turned. Heat rolled off it in waves that slapped the breath from her mouth. Haunches of meat, whole birds, sausages, cullis sheets, and braids of garlic and onion hung from the rafter beams to soak in the heat and smoke. Here and there a shaft of light found its way down through a smoke-hole or shutter, turning the air to layers of bright dust. A boy smaller than Jonah darted in front of her with a slop-pail, bare feet soundless on the damp flagstones. Scullions knelt in a row along the far wall, hacking at roots, red hands raw from the wash trough. Nearer to the fire, two spit-boys strained at the handles that turned the two boars that Asheater and Mendaxes had caught. Rendered fat ran down the sides every time they were turned, shining like gilt over the coals, and both beasts were flanked on either side by several smaller shapes – cranes and legs of lamb and goose and duck, lacquered with their own crackling skin. “Mind your basket, girl, that’s for us,” called a woman with her sleeves rolled to the shoulder and a knife like a short sword in her hand. Her hair was wound up under a kerchief darkened with sweat. She was stripping long, pale fillets from a fish half as long as the table. “Set your onions by the chopping-board there. And don’t stand gawping, you’ll catch fire.”

(Screenshot of a typed excerpt from my novel in progress, Hotblood, watermarked with "HOTBLOOD (rough draft)") Further down the line, an older man in an apron boiled stiff by the laundresses stood over a cauldron the size of a horse trough, stirring its contents with a paddle. Steam rose from within, thick and sweet. When Lina passed by she saw grains of wheat, swimming in milk gone rich with almonds and tempered eggs, cooked until they swelled and split. He wiped his brow with the back of his forearm, then reached down for a jug of honey, tipping the entirety of its contents into the mixture. It looked like the first pull from the hives, so thick and crystallized with its own sweetness it melted as reluctantly as brass in a crucible. Garnet-dark currants rode the surface, like boats seen from dragonback, plumped near to bursting with wine. A cook’s girl wordlessly nudged Lina out of the way, cradling a clay jar she held with the protectiveness of a mother carrying her infant. She pried her nails carefully under the seal, then popped off the lid, revealing vivid red filaments of some kind of spice Lina didn’t recognize. The scent that rose from the fiery little threads was indescribable. It reminded Lina of the times she’d collapse in a meadow during late summer foraging, the heat and light and flora crushed under her body alchemizing around her, a perfume redolent with the whole of the season. Carefully, the cook’s girl pinched up a clump of the spice threads, frowned and added a little more, then scattered them across the top of the sweet, bubbling porridge. Instantly, they bloomed a deep, brilliant gold, swirling their color into the wheat and slow-melting honey like sunlight dying on the horizon.

(Danny DeVito voice) Would you like a nice [unnecessarily lavish description of food in a late medieval period inspired fantasy setting] in this trying time?

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A flowering fava bean plant with snapdragons visible in the background

Had enough energy to go downstairs today so I decided to check on my garden, and half my fava bean plants are flowering, so glad they're still chugging along <3

We get all the noblesse and none of the oblige

Something I really appreciate about the entire ASOIAF screen franchise is how the directors, writers rooms, and actors across three shows have all committed to portraying the Baratheons' core essence as "every single guy you would encounter at a sports bar"

Thanks for the kind words, I didn't realize how long I'd been knocked flat until I went to post here and needed to sign in again haha

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Hello, my health took a big dip this winter but I am back and (fingers crossed) feeling better! Here's an introduction to the medieval fantasy project I've been working on while I was under the weather: www.patreon.com/posts/hotblo...