Yup. AI should be used to automate all of the mundane day-to-day BS, leaving us free to practice art, or poetry, or literature, or study, or just do leisure activities. Because all of the mundane BS is automated, so we don’t need to worry about things like income or where our next meal comes from. But instead, we went down the dystopian capitalist timeline, where we’re automating all of the art so artists are forced to get mundane day-to-day BS jobs.
It doesn’t say “paralyze…” it says “chance to…” so maybe it is multiplying that chance to paralyze times the number of seconds to come up with your estimate of how long he was paralyzed. It is the expected number of seconds of paralysis time to compensate for the risk of it not triggering.
One hit from a mace is enough to paralyze any human, depending on how hard and where you hit them. I don’t recommend you test that fact, but lawful self-defense with an opportune mace is legally defensible. I am not a lawyer and prior statement is not legal advice.
So yeah, you’re going to open the closet. No, the closet in the hallway. Yeah, that one.
So see the black box on the bottom… the one with wires, like spaghetti? Yes… that’s it.
All the way on the right side there’s 2 rectangles. I said rectangles…. like squares, yes…
The one all the way to right is a button. You push it in… no, it’s ok, I appreciate you doing this… yes, this would be funny if I were a doctor… no, it won’t break anything. So you just press it…
No no. It’s supposed to make that sound. That means it’s starting up. Yes, it can be loud… but that’s exactly what I needed. Lights? Yep, those are good.
Thanks Mom. That should do it… wait… did I just hear you hit the light switch in the closet?
Can you tell me if there’s lights on the black box… No? And it’s quiet. Yeah… I figured.
Ok Mom, so what I need you to do is turn on the light switch you just hit. Right, that one. Good.
Now… remember that button, yep, the square, I need you to press it again…
In case anyone missed the reference, this is based on a work found painted on the walls of Fransisco Goya's dining room after he died. You'll often hear it called "Saturn Devouring His Son", but the work was never titled or displayed publicly. There's really no good reason to believe that the devourer is Chronos/Saturn, that the devouree is even a child, or that either body is male.
I personally like to think of it as Untitled (Dining Room).
Did this person depict lots of mythological figures?
Nope! It's been a few decades since my art history lectures but my memory is (and wikipedia agrees) that he did a lot of portraits and battle scenes. IIRC his battle paintings inspired Picasso's. His late work is especially dark - madness and horror type stuff. Sinister distorted figures. They're often called The Black Paintings.
if this is common knowledge
Quite the opposite. This painting was used in a slide in my greek mythology class during the lecture about the titans and chronos. Then in an art history class I learned the context, which I feel is much less known.
That is very interesting. I’ve also heard of it only as Saturn Devouring His Son. It’s my favorite painting though I must admit that I’ve not read up on it. It just fascinates me. I had no idea. Makes the painting even better.
Yeah, it's one of my favourites too. So immediately striking. I don't think it would've occurred to me to read up on it - what's to read about? There's just the figures and the act, nothing else. But then you find out that it's somehow even more goth.
Various interpretations of the meaning of the picture have been offered: the conflict between youth and old age, time as the devourer of all things, the wrath of God and an allegory of the situation in Spain, where the fatherland consumed its children in wars and revolution. There have been explanations rooted in Goya’s relationships with his son, Javier, the only of his six children to survive to adulthood, or with his live-in housekeeper and possible mistress, Leocadia Weiss; the sex of the body being consumed cannot be determined with certainty. If Goya made any notes on the picture, they did not survive, as he never intended the picture for public exhibition.
I agree, the fact that the painting was never titled or displayed publicly adds a lot to the work. It was just in his dining room, alongside other similar paintings, if I recall. That context makes the already unnerving work hit harder. Thanks for sharing this tidbit
One of my colleagues managed to accidentally run something like rm -rf /var/tmp/ * on a Solaris machine that was the mail server for the entire organisation.
After the command finished they realised that the inadvertent space in front of the asterisk meant that the command did slightly more damage than intended.
They were told to leave the machine running to be able to fix it from a backup, but they rebooted instead.
An open file is still usable even after it’s been deleted, so the kernel and shell were still up and running … before the reboot …
If I recall, it took weeks to fix, involving floppy disks, Sun engineers and much egg on face.
I’m pretty sure you might get shot if you tried this in Texas. Some crazy would get mad about how dinosaurs were invented by Satan to mislead people into believing in evolution and therefore wearing a dinosaur costume makes you agents of the devil or something.
In the big cities? Dalls? Austin? Nah. People might look at you weird.
Anywhere else? ...Might have to give some killjoy 15min to an hour to call the cops
If you’re referring to furry conventions, then I’ll chime in and say there are plenty of hot people in the furry community. They just usually aren’t the ones who get mocked on social media for being awkward.
I knew a guy in college who had to do this, he had a degenerative eye disease or something that no amount of glasses, hard contacts, or whatever could fix. It seemed like it royally sucked, but he always seemed in good spirits.
Except I vaguely recall he impaled his own leg on a sharp branch while jogging because he couldn’t see it. That would suck.
I know a guy with what sounds like a similar condition - in his case most of the colour receptive cells in his retinas are fucked, it’s a genetic thing that ment they didn’t form correctly in the first place. Not really anything you can do surgically, it’s not like cataracts or stigmatism where the retina is ok but the light isn’t reaching it correctly.
He wears highly tinted sunglasses cos it turns out that those colour cells are also really heavily involved in adjusting your iris to ensure you get the right amount of light, so his eyes adjust to changes in brightness much slower than normal which can be physically painful if he (eg) turns on the lights in a dark room
Had project manager at previous job the same. Worked about 3" from his screen. He was the proof that a good project manager is worth their weight in gold though. Guy was absolutely brilliant.
Well would you? You agree they need a place to sleep, so would you let one crash on your couch? And if not, it means you actually want them to sleep on the street, so you’d rather the street and pavement be comfy, so you can feel somehow charitable, that you’ve made it easier for a homeless person to sleep outside, or on someone else’s property, instead of just offering them some of your own space.
absurdism ergo hoc. I work with local homeless and have helped build tiny houses for the local homeless communities. Our goal is to provide housing so that people can access services critical to breaking the cycle of homelessness. a few weeks on my couch isn’t going to change someone’s life; a few months in a stable community with access to public services - to get them ID, to get them treatment for addiction, to get them job skills and financial aid - these are the things that change a life.
You’re so damned certain you have everything figured out, when you’re simply in the dark… mumbling to yourself, head up your own rectum.
It’s got to be an absolutely wild experience going through life thinking there is no middle ground between inviting strangers (many of whom are dealing with addiction or untreated mental illness) to sleep with you and your children and putting spikes and bars on all publicly accessible places to make life harder for those suffering the most.
I’m guessing you love factory farming, animal abuse, migrant abuse, and child labor since you eat food?
I am just applying your own logic to you. You eat vegetables that were almost certainly picked by underpaid Central Americans and wear clothes that were fabricated in sweat shops made from fabrics harvested by children. If you’re living on a reservation funded by a casino, you’re likely benefiting from the drug trade or human trafficking as well. I’m as responsible for colonization as you are for the tribes that decided to help with the colonization for short-term gain. I acknowledge the atrocities of my ancestors - my family was also on the wrong side of the civil war. I also acknowledge that, despite having 1st nation’s heritage, I don’t present as native so I enjoy all the continuing privilege of whiteness. We ALL need to acknowledge that we can’t help but participate in systemic injustice, even if we’re fighting against it.
Well I appreciate that, but since you said “steakhouse district” it sounds like you’re talking about the US, so I might have a hard time getting there. I’m sure someone can make use of the info :)
Sushi doesn’t last long after its made. But I don’t like food waste so looked up ways to make it taste okay after it’s gone stale or the avocado starts browning and getting mushy. Cut it up with scissors and pan fry it in some oil. It’s not bad. Add veggies or whatever if you want.
I wish fucking supermarkets would understand this. I don’t have to be told in a super loud fucking annoying voice that I need to place the object in the bagging area, or switch to the other machine to use my card. I’ve already hit the fucking button to use the cc machine, you fucking nonces! I’ve already placed the goddamn stupid fucking bananas in the stupid fucking bagging area, shut the fuck up! AAAAAH!
It’s even worse now because you used to be able to mute the mother fucker, but now they’ve disabled that option.
I usually say, “You’re welcome, creepy disembodied voice.” Sometimes the people around me chuckle. Other times they look at me like I’m crazy. Both are valid.
It’s less expensive than having a worker do it. I get what you’re saying. So do the people that design these processes. They don’t care about anything but efficiency and the lowest common denominator.
Granma Mabel who is 94 but still insists on buying her own groceries needs it to be that damn loud and it’s easier for the supermarkets to just make that the default option. I only defend it because it makes practical sense, I don’t like it that loud either.
But, agreed, for the love of fuck, give me the mute button. Please.
Bonus pro tip: all the annoying gas station screens that blare ads and tiktoks at you can also usually be muted. All the ones in my area have 8 unmarked soft buttons around the screen and the second one from the top on the right side is the mute button. It seems consistent across all brands of gas station with ad screens.
the second one from the top on the right side is the mute button.
I’m trying this the next time I pull up to a Shell station. I hate feeling like I’m in a Ford truck commercial thanks to that music they play every time I fill up there.
That one’s actually kinda useful, TBH. I used to work as a bagger, and it’s surprising how many times shoppers forget (whether intentionally or not) they put a pack of water bottles or tissue paper or something on the bottom of the cart.
Here’s a thought. You fuckers have my goddamn Kroger Plus card number, my name, address, credit card information, and a record of every last grape I’ve ever purchased in one of your stores. How 'bout, after we show up for the second or third time, you assume we might no longer need to be told to uSe piN PAd tO coMPleTe trAnsActIon?!‽ aaaaAAAHHHHHHH
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