qwertynerd97

[qwertynerd97]

[Image Description: A screen shot of a fic on AO3, the same fic that is linked below the image. The fic is Midnight Eclipse in the Murderbot fandom, by Polyhexian, and is a first person POV of Murderbot reading a Sanctuary Moon fanfic]

Aaaaand we're live, folks!

[qwertynerd97]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[qwertynerd97]

"All men are brothers" - literally false; like "turn the other cheek" it represents an ideal which is far too removed from actual human nature to be a practical guide to behavior

"All men are cousins" - literally true; we can all strive to be nice to each other in an an undemanding way where occasionally you do each other favors in a way that you only mildly resent

[qwertynerd97]

I want to elaborate on the machine learning point for a second; this is something that generative AI (the “evil” AIs like ChatGPT) is REALLY good at!

Basically, there is a concept called semantic search, where you can take a term like “lesbian”, and not only will it generate a bunch of other possible keywords like prev said, it can also generate a whole bunch of phrases, even whole paragraphs that it thinks relate to the subject at hand. Stuff like “so-and-so moved into my house after the death of her husband”, that it would never make SENSE for a human to type into a search engine, but that can match content in a way that has a similar result to a human reading all of it and remembering what each bit discussed.

And the more context you give it, the better the semantic search, so if you put in “lesbian 1990s” you might get stuff about gal-pals renting UHaul for a cross country trip, while a search for “lesbian 1800s” might result in more accurate Victorian imagery. It’s not perfect, by any means, and does require the assists themselves to be digitized, but it’s definitely a step up from trying 500 search terms!!

at a conference I attended recently, a researcher pointed to the difficulty of finding material in archives because so much depends on the metadata and the terminology used to describe things changes over time. "it would be so helpful," the researcher said, "if I typed 'lesbian' into the library of congress database, it would also show me results that were categorised in the 50s, when the materials were interpreted as 'intimate female friendships'"

which is what tag wrangles at Archive Of Our Own do incredibly effectively: searching for "omegaverse" also leads to "alpha/beta/omega dynamics" and "alternate universe: a/b/o" and so on. but ao3 achieves this frankly incredible categorisation and indexing system by the power of countless volunteers putting in hours and hours of unpaid and unthanked free time, and it's completely understandable that most archives do not have that kind of infrastructure, but also how incredible that a fan-run website has better searchability, classification, and accessibility than the library of congress

[qwertynerd97]

wife has been showing me the show Once Upon a Time. Season 1 was a delightful and densely-plotted reverse isekai with a thoughtful and suitably fairy-tale magic system. By season 4 the plot threads now include “evil warlord Bo Peep”

[qwertynerd97]

Master and student

[qwertynerd97]

WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97 behind the cut; “Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this” in return. content warnings: past grooming, implied past statutory rape, implied past sexual abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Equally admittedly, if they did that, the Council would no doubt go collectively apoplectic and possibly even have outright conniptions, but that’s not exactly something that Kara considers a downside anyway. She’s this close to a conniption herself, even with Lois Kal-El still on the line, and also it’s the damn Council anyway; she really does not consider it necessary to live and die by their approval on every little detail in life. 

Which is, admittedly, an “approved” level of maverick behavior, coming from a member of the House of El, but that’s its own issue. 

She opens her mouth to say–something, she admittedly isn’t entirely sure what–and gets cut off by Kal reappearing in the viewscreen, looking just barely harried. Thirteen immediately hides his burned hand out of Kal’s view, which is the least surprising thing either of these two have done so far, and Kara represses the urge to sigh and reorients to tell Kal about the injury and– 

“I’m sorry, Kara, we have to go,” Kal says, still looking stressed, and Kara gives him a blank look. 

“What?” she says. “You haven’t even talked to–” 

“I’ll talk to you later, I promise,” Kal says, then spares her a quick, apologetic smile and an even quicker bow before cutting the feed without saying a damn other word. 

–them, Kara doesn’t finish, and just stares disbelievingly at the space where the viewscreen just blinked out of existence, back to being alone in her still-repairing kitchen with two half-Earthling clones and no idea what to do with them. That . . . what? What the hell? 

She is going to tell Aunt Lara on him, and she is going to tell Aunt Lara about the damn gravity crystal incident when he was sixteen, too. 

What in the name of the Mother of Monsters is wrong with Kal? 

“Well, that was unhelpful,” she mutters under her breath, then glances assessingly at the boys, not sure what to expect. Match’s expression is more perfectly blank than a veteran Council member, his posture just as flawlessly still, and Thirteen’s expression is as furious as a toddler about to throw a temper tantrum, his teeth clenched and his hands fisted at his sides. 

Kara genuinely can’t tell which reaction she should be more concerned by. 

She wonders, again–do they like each other? Is she dealing with a binary star system here, and if she is, is it just two stars too far away to ever touch each other but caught in a shared gravitational orbit around the same central mass, or are they close enough to affect each others’ composition and evolution as stars? 

Not to get too precious in her metaphors or anything, mind. 

“Anyway. You’re getting actual damn names today, so be prepared to have an opinion on that,” she informs them shortly, because if Kal’s not going to give them any, she’s at least giving them something with an “El” attached to it, even if Kal wants to change the personal ones when he finally gets permission to put these two in his branch of the El family register. “Kal has officially forfeited his right to. Now grab the lid, I’m going to show you how the repair functions work so we can actually make this damn lunch.” 

“The what?” Thirteen says, and then stiffens as he seems to register–“Getting–what?” 

“Actual damn names,” Kara repeats. “As I said, I am not going to be calling you a noun and a number. That is absolutely not happening.” 

Thirteen, very briefly–he looks angry again, very briefly. Even angrier than he’d looked a moment ago. But only very briefly, and Kara wonders, again, about the super-speed and if that expression would’ve shown or not. 

Then she has more pressing concerns, because then Thirteen leans back against the counter behind him and pushes his strange wire and mirror mask up tighter against his face with his injured hand, completely hiding his eyes as he smirks crookedly at her, and then . . . 

Ah, Kara recognizes as she registers the shift in his posture. He’s posing. Posing in an easy, practiced way that is clearly designed to deliberately display–and what he’s displaying is his body. 

“Hey, you can call me anything you want, babe,” Thirteen says, smirking even wider. “I’ll answer to anything from a hottie with a body like yours.” 

Builder and Breaker, Kara thinks exactly as calmly as she does not want to. What in Rao’s name is wrong with Earthlings? She cannot even explain how much her skin is crawling over hearing a kid with Kal’s face and the crest of El stretched too-tight across his chest comment on her body, of all the damn things. 

Which–apparently Earthlings just do that kind of thing, and also dress even their damn children in clothes that tight-fit for a reason. 

And given how at least Thirteen has been talking, it is a reason that Kara absolutely despises. 

Maybe the holdup with that Red Lantern ring is because she only has ten fingers, she reflects idly, because her current level of rage is approaching supernova levels and will clearly require a lot more jewelry to handle. 

How did Kal not tell her Earthlings were like this? 

“Did I not already tell you that wasn’t an appropriate way to speak to a member of our house?” she asks very, very carefully. She knows she did. She did it after punching a dent into sunstone. 

But that apparently didn’t make enough of an impression on Thirteen for him to correct the behavior. 

Is that because that level of anger and violence is so normal to him as to not even register as a real deterrent, even when he’s clearly been afraid she was going to hurt him more than once already, or because he just doesn’t understand what she was angry about? 

“I mean fine, Lois is Kal’s wife, but you’re single, right, so who cares?” Thirteen says with a dismissive shrug, then grins languidly at her. “What, don’t want a strong young man or two around the house? Help out a little, maybe earn our keep?” 

He says that to her face, and in front of Match–and without Match reacting in any significant way except to roll his eyes in vague irritation, like this is just some mildly annoying but fully expected character trait of Thirteen’s. Not even any significant reaction to Thirteen effectively suggesting they both . . . “earn their keep” here. 

What in hell. What in every hell. 

Kara needs to not punch another dent into her wall, after how they reacted the first time. 

Kara also needs to not only spar with but decimate some combat droids the first chance she gets. 

“Go to your room,” she says, and Thirteen–something difficult to read flashes across his face, maybe quick enough that super-speed wouldn’t let it show, and then he smirks again and shifts his posture into even more of a display as he leans towards her. 

“What, you thinking some afternoon delight, babe?” he asks, tone still obviously flirtatious but a little mischievous now too, like a kid wanting to play, wanting attention, and Kara stares back at him with every ounce of neutrality her manners can bring to bear and burns with fury. 

He’s a teenager, and an infant, and she is going to find whover taught him to behave like this and either punished him for not doing it or rewarded him for doing it, and whoever taught Match to not even react to behavior like this even when Thirteen was offering them both up for it. 

And they’re both doing that with her baby cousin’s face, looking just like he did at their ages. 

So yes. She is going to find whoever taught the two of them this behavior and these reactions, and they will godsdamn wish that Kal had found them first.

[qwertynerd97]

These are pretty neat! It might be worth considering, though, that the original disability pride flag had bright colors and zigzags in the diagonal, but was changed because of the issues it caused for certain disabilities. The latter flag, especially, would be prone to migraine triggers.

I've been noodling around with Pride flags for the Intersection of Disability & Queer identities.

I came up with two variations. First, colors of the Disability Pride Flag mapped onto the Queer Pride Chevron (i.e.: the Militant Queer flag):

(Tip of the Hat to @intervex, who preferred this form of chevron to my earlier design, that had it steeper, and anchored in the top corners)

And second, the six colors of the 1978 Gilbert Baker flag, in the diagonal orientation, and across the dark grey/black field of the Disability Pride Flag:

(If you didn't know, the diagonal orientation of the stripes in the Disability Pride Flag is also symbolic: it represents the breaking down and crossing the vertical walls and horizontal ceilings of the systems that keep us isolated from each other and "mainstream" society).

[qwertynerd97]

I wonder if something like GitHub with BountyPay would work - you’d have to build a critical mass of mathematicians to get smaller issues solved, but at least coders and proof writers are adjacent? And you could control who ACTUALLY gets the reward through a PR system!

(I know this is probably a “I wish it already existed” comment and not a “would this be possible” musing, but figured I throw my two cents in in case anyone was actually wondering about setting one up)

I want some sort of mathematical bounty site where I can post my mathematical desires with attached financial prizes to those who manage to prove/construct the desired thing. Like, I would gladly offer 100 euros for a number of little things that I would like to see proved. Part of me feels I could do it on tumblr, but I don't know how to pay the prize to people without doxxing myself, so I won't.

[qwertynerd97]

[qwertynerd97]

what fucking millennium is it

[qwertynerd97]

getting big 45 minute vibes from this 15 minute recipe

[qwertynerd97]

A software tester walks into a bar

Orders a beer. Orders 0 beers. Orders 999999999 beers. Orders a bear. Orders -1 beers. Orders hdtseatfibkd.

First real customer walks into a bar and asks where the bathroom is. The bar bursts into flames killing everyone inside.

[qwertynerd97]

I made an evil mammal quiz. Enjoy

[qwertynerd97]

I think the ultimate thing you have to consider when evaluating someone as a potential friend or partner is "Can I see myself talking about Destiel with this person?"

[qwertynerd97]

Who's gonna tell him

[qwertynerd97]

yes. yes, you are.