BE NORMAL ABOUT JEWS SO I CAN GO BACK TO REBLOGGING PORN YOU RAT FUCKS

this is the best solidarity post

i hope you can go back to your porn soon

Born to reblog porn, forced to make solidarity posts

what have you done to Op people

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Important addition

The higgs boson discovery was made possible by AI sifting through data that was estimated to take humans 500 years to go through and with less accuracy.

AI/ML is a tool like any other. It's not a miracle fix for everything, just like how it isn't an evil entity

Getting my big font because I've said this before and I'm getting angy about it:

You need to stop saying "AI" when you mean "generative AI".

You need to stop inferring "generative AI" when you just see "AI".

You are throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

Analytical AI is amazing for things like: Archeological analysis (they're analyzing burned scrolls from the 72 Vesuvius eruption to get a full library from Rome) Medical diagnosis (one just caught my mother's breast cancer in STAGE ZERO) Protein synthesis Physics analysis Astrophysics analysis Any place where there is so much data that a human being cannot digest it all in a single human lifetime and draw conclusions from it. These are all valid, helpful uses. A glorified autocomplete is not the same thing.

Got his ass together in three words

Okay but frog genitalia are internal whereas male rats have among the largest proportionate ballsacks of any animal.

game that starts off as straight horror but the more the protagonist learns about the world, the less scary it gets

Childhood?

#nah. childhood /started off/ as something happy and filled with anticipation for the future#until i slowly realised the world isn't as great a place as i thought it was#it's the reverse of this#starts off cute and wonderful and then slowly deteriorates into a bleak just-going-through-the-motions thing#the world is still beautiful though. in an ugly way

Either you grew up in a storybook or you don't remember childhood. Childhood is a time of random dangers where nobody with any strength or power takes your fears or concerns seriously and any chance of getting help is entirely random chance based on whether it makes an adult feel sufficiently good about themselves to help you instead of ignore you. A four year old's world is a fucking scary one and there's nothing they can do about it, and if they try to get help or information then they're "being a nuisance" or "throwing a tantrum".

The scariest thing for me at that time was a visit from the doctor where I had to take a needle. But I had no concept of blind personal hatred or racism and no clue how international politics operated. The world is far more scary now. Ignorance really is bliss.

Interesting. When I was a toddler, I was fully aware that my parents needed to go to work to buy us food (logical conclusion: if they stopped working then we would all inevitably painfully starve to death) and I watched an episode of The Rugrats where Tommy and Chucky fall asleep and dream about being adults with jobs, full of humorous misconceptions about what adulthood was like that I was too young to understand. In the episode, they end up "paper-pushing" (just pushing around big stacks of paper on these scooter things) at work and they get "fired" which involves having to survive a raging inferno. I was fully convinced that any time my mother went to work, there was a chance she might burn to death and then we'd all starve to death.

When I was a bit older, maybe six or so, I was staying with my grandparents and was too keyed up to sleep. They told me one of those 'get this child to fucking bed' childhood supernatural stories, I think it was something about how if kids are awake past midnight then the sandman blinds them or takes them away or something like that, I don't remember the details. Now, I have never been able to go to sleep on command. Lie in bed and stare at the ceiling? Yes. Sleep? No. So I heard this, and I knew it was an emergency. I could not make myself go to sleep before midnight. I was going to die that night, or be blinded, or whatever it was they told me would happen. So of course, I start checking the windows and locking the doors, begging my grandparents to help protect me from this monster that is coming for me.

Now, being an adult now, I understand their reactions. To them, a child was refusing to go to bed (their mistake being equating "go to bed" with "go to sleep"; two VERY different things, only one of which it was within my power to do), and when they told them a silly story to urge compliance, said child started looking for loopholes and ways around it. To me, THIS IS NOT WHAT WAS HAPPENING. I had pleaded with my grandparents, explained that I can't just "go to sleep", and now I was begging for their help to protect me from being mutilated and they were ignoring me, rolling their eyes, and telling me to do the impossible. I was going to be attacked by a monster that very night and my grandparents were refusing to help me. They were just going to sit there and let it get me. I had nightmares, of course, when I eventually did manage to get to sleep, and it took me a long time to trust them again.

The idea of a needle being the scariest thing to you as a kid is baffling to me.

op's tags are too important to leave off

Rough transcription of my reactions to this:

"WHAT THE FUoh it's art WAIT, THAT'S ART? HOLY SHIT THAT IS GOOD and the political themes are great"

...I reblogged this before but uh didn´t know it was art WOW

it's the ™ that really makes the slogan

Waiting for his turn

Tornado

I want every non-Midwesterner to know that we are drilled in tornado safety from a young age and know exactly what we should do to keep ourselves safe. And yet we do exactly as pictured in the bottom image every time a tornado comes around.

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are the voices telling you its asexual athletes (?) oppressing you now Joanne like how could this possibly even affect you

hate how this 1) manages to make fun of Belgium without bothering to mention us 2) every single person in the notes knows this 3) it's true

reblog to make prev shove a thick, slick, writhing tentacle down your throat.

req'd by @hubris-i

oops! easy mistake

text: I said 'dessicate', not 'desecrate'