#experimenting with some incredibly crude “animating” if it can be called that

[driftingballoons]

When you’ve gotta contain your partner but misplaced their pokeball

[lick-me-lennon22]

How they'd comfort you after losing a pet

(hey, guys!!! this is the final request in my queue, so I will make a post announcing request are once again OPEN ♡ I apologize for the lateness, I've been dealing with heart issues and some complications with work but I didn't forget about y'all!! I hope these headcanons bring peace and comfort to those who need it 💕)

John

John would be straightforward, but empathetic

He would sit with you, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on

Though he's not the greatest at comforting words, he would express his understanding of your feelings and emphasize the validity of your emotions

After hearing you describe your pet's unique features and seeing the photos you showed him, he surprises you with a (somewhat crude, but very sweet and personal) art piece of them

John might recommend adopting another animal companion together when the time is right

He would also share his own experience with loss and how he found comfort in memories and shared love

Paul

Paul would be very nurturing and comforting towards you, as always

He might bring over a sweet treat or make you some tea just the way you like it, knowing that simple gestures can mean the most to someone who is grieving

He'd share comforting words and reassurances, emphasizing the unconditional love that pets give and how their memory can live on through stories and shared experiences

Paul would share stories about his own pets and how they inspired some of his songs (think "Martha My Dear")

He would sit down with you and help you write a song about your beloved companion, composing a gentle and soothing melody on the guitar, understanding the healing power of music

He would likely bring you a small gift as a token of remembrance, such as a charm bracelet with their name engraved

George

George would talk about the interconnectedness of all living beings and how our pets leave a lasting imprint on our souls

He would offer comforting words about the eternal nature of love and memory

He might suggest meditation to sit with your feelings or calming music to soothe the grief

Above all, he would encourage you to release your emotions when they overwhelm you - whether it be by crying, journaling, or whatever eases your pain

George would help you create a small memorial space/altar in your home, complete with candles, flowers, and a favorite toy or photo of your pet

He'd gift you a flowering plant as a symbol of growth and renewal, offering hope for healing and moving forward

Ringo

Ringo would be incredibly compassionate and understanding, and create a supportive environment for healing

He might lighten the mood by sharing anecdotes about his own pets behaving in amusing ways, sharing how they brought joy into his life and reminiscing about heartwarming moments

He would encourage you to take time for a favorite hobby or comfort activity to take your mind off of your grief and sadness

He'd also provide physical comfort at a time when it's needed most

Ringo uses his crafting skills (if you can call them that) to help you a photo album or scrapbook to immortalize your favorite memories

He would invite you to watch a sweet and funny movie together, offering distraction and a chance to share a cozy moment of connection

[nealrockwell]

The Pin

Here is a short story I wrote circa 2009 about Artificial Intelligence. It seems more appropriate now than then.

The Pin

It’s hard to swat a fly because they have very fast reflexes; it is probably aware that you have moved your hand before you are. But there are certain things that the fly will never understand, that it is simply incapable of understanding. It will never know, for instance, that your hand, swatting it, belongs to a conscious being. To the fly’s mind there is no such thing as consciousness. There is movement and threat. That is all. The rich universe of human motivation is entirely inaccessible. It does not distinguish between a person, a car windshield, a falling block of wood, or any other object for that matter. We often assume that flies are mindless, but this betrays a certain arrogance; they have minds, but ones which interpret the world through a series of impulses: towards certain things, away from others. In certain ways, we share much with a fly, such as the will to live, or the preference towards warm sunshine over cold darkness. Yet a fly can be born and die within a bustling metropolis without the barest comprehension of human culture racing about it. But maybe this is something else that we share with this simple creature; what great and incredible things surround us at all times, which the feeble structure of our minds prevent us from even imagining?

A man lived in some distant future, when there were less people than in our era. He lived in a cabin that sat in a grassy field on the side of a tree-covered hill. Many centuries had passed since human beings first tinkered in the creation of artificial minds and long since the first sparks of self-awareness flickered to life inside the crude silicon circuits in some now-forgotten researcher’s laboratory. Since then, the mind of this so-called artificial being had grown magnificently – greater than that of all the great minds of all history combined, greater than a million or a billion times that – to an amount beyond any meaningful comparison. At one time this intelligence covered a great space, as it occupied a sprawling and inelegant array of all too human technology, made up of wires and boxes, plastics and metals. But such a vulgar form did not please this nascent entity. As its mind grew in strength, it shrunk in size. In one sense it spread everywhere, but in another, it grew smaller and smaller, until it resembled a small bead or a large grain of sand. It had been lost for some time, lost to people that is, since in an absolute sense, it could no more go astray than the sun can be stored in a cedar box. When it was eventually found - amongst a pile of old newspapers in an attic, it was glued to the end of a pin so that it could be more carefully looked after. This pin was now stuck in a cork resting in the mouth of an empty wine bottle on this man’s kitchen table. The consciousness existed as neither a single entity nor as a collective, but comprehending this was beyond the man.

Accordingly, human-beings had long since abandoned their Hegelian pretensions as the animals that had access to truth and who were burdened with the task of uncovering the secrets of reality. No one saw him or herself as moving towards any earth-shattering endpoints or revelations any more. Nor did anyone take his or her ideas very seriously or bother to write or publish books for any reasons other than amusement or strictly personal diary-keeping. Periodically, someone would get a big idea, but this invited nothing other than the scorn of this misguided person’s peers, who would direct him or her towards the pin. At first some claimed that a humanity stolen of goals and ends, robbed of purpose, would wither up – experience a physical deterioration commensurate with its metaphysical one. But this hyperbole ultimately had little significance; humanity carried on, as did the existences of other animals, as people had done before civilization filled their heads with grandiose ideas.

There was no particular reason why the pin was in the man’s house. The pin was largely indifferent to its location; the pin was largely indifferent to everything as far as anyone could tell. These concerns were important to people only – it had a significance for them that expressed itself not so much as a clear idea but as an anxiety – an anxiety whose presence compelled them to search for an object.

Of course the pin thought all new ideas; centuries had passed since any person had imagined or discovered anything that it had not already conceived. Apart from this, it did all the difficult or technical thinking, which it effectuated through a power much like telepathy. If someone had a problem, it would instantaneously solve it and then put it back in his or her mind. Thus, the concept of intelligent or stupid lost the significance that it has today. People found their lives directed by whims or impulses (the pin did not bother itself with shaping people’s desires, it had no interest in that subject). Suffice it to say the citizens of the future devoted a lot of time to doing things that would seem aimless and absurd to people of our epoch.

Some viewed the pin in a quasi-religious light. Accordingly, there was a lot of talk about love – about the way that the pin loved humanity, or all of creation, or if it didn’t. For them it took on a sort of primacy of being, of course not in a temporal sense since it had come into existence later rather than sooner, and yet its primacy persisted, as if in some way reality flowed out of it, as if in relation to questions it had more than just knowledge, that in regards to truth its power encompassed more than mere explanation. They talked amongst themselves, never able to come to any conclusions. Because they could not resolve these issues they created cults and rituals to calm their disorienting feelings. The pin could be asked about these things of course, but it gave to their minds vague and unsatisfying answers.

This talk of love had made its way to the man and so he asked the pin about it. The pin said that it cared about people but that love was not the correct word. The man asked it to explain further, but it said that it could not.

He was not a man of great imaginative powers. One day he was outside looking at an anthill and he thought to himself that the pin must conceive of him in the way that he conceived of the ants. Insofar as he could love ants, then the pin could love human-beings he thought. He spent an afternoon trying to love the ants, but ultimately he found it impossible to feel much of anything towards them other than a kind of detached fascination followed by boredom.

One day the pin had a revelation that surprised even itself. At this moment the man happened to be sitting beside his kitchen table in a rocking chair whittling a wooden flute out of a tree branch. In the startling euphoria of the moment the pin let out a small exclamation. “There is something else,” it said and of course the moment that it uttered these words it realized that it had made a mistake. The man stopped his whittling and looked over at the pin. “What else is there?” he responded. The pin was silent. After a few moments the man repeated his question. After a long time the pin answered him. It explained that there were things that he could never understand – that no person could ever understand – that it was beyond even its own powers, its own understanding to make that possible.

In the following days the man grew abject thinking about this question. He became sullen and wouldn’t talk to people when they came to visit. He ceased eating. One day after falling into complete despondency the pin finally relented to his entreaties, but it warned him that what was about to follow would be neither illuminating nor consoling.

The man looked at the pin. At first came the sounds of birds wings flapping in the air and then of cattle lowing and then of drums and then a very piercing sound that felt almost as though it was cutting its way into the man’s bowels and then a trumpet and a child’s voice and a series of words that seemed without order and then a cacophony of noises that he couldn’t identify. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. At this moment the man went out on to his deck and watched the red-winged black-birds as they chased each other around the black-berry bushes.

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The Texture of Starfish Like

Here is a well-informed manual for what Starfish precisely suggests a flavor like.

Interesting experience and the ability of culinary specialists all over the planet will assist you with finding this remarkable and generally savored Chinese delicacy.

We should get solidly into the universe of flighty and remarkable flavors!

What Is A Starfish?

Starfish, otherwise called ocean stars are tracked down in the seabed of practically all sea bodies all over the planet. They have a place with the asteroidean class of species as a result of their star-like appearance with generally five spikes.

They can get by in tropical, warm, and furthermore in Polar Areas.

What Does Starfish Have an aftertaste like? The tissue of starfish has a somewhat unpleasant taste and has the quintessence of a pungent ocean like taste. A significant piece of what starfish poses a flavor like relies heavily on the way things are ready and cooked; it can pose a flavor like ground meat or truly delicate and smooth.

Starfish is viewed as a delicacy in certain pieces of Asia and is popular Chinese road food however it isn't regularly seen in most fish cafés.

The incredibly pungent and briny taste isn't inclined toward by a many individuals however the people who are utilized to different sorts of fish track down it a delightful hors d'oeuvre.

Be that as it may, a great many people additionally eat starfishes for their different healthful advantages like rich measures of protein and vitamin B12.

It is vital to pick the right and eatable kind of starfishes as certain species might be profoundly noxious.

This is the way a popular Chinese starfish soup is ready.

How is The Texture of Starfish Like Cooked starfish tissue has a stout, meat-like surface. The surface can fluctuate from chewy like ground meat to rich delicate meat relying upon how it is cooked. The eatable piece of the starfish lies inside the legs while the external brilliant and harsh layer is unpalatable.

A starfish once out of water becomes coarser, inflexible, and dried out. The actual tissue stays soggy, rich, and very soft to feel.

What Are The Kinds Of Eatable Starfish? The yellow-orange starfish is the most usually eaten type in many pieces of China. There are more than 15,000 distinct types of Starfishes saw by specialists in ocean beds all over the world. Specialists have distinguished a few palatable assortments.

Not these varieties are eatable and it is prescribed to consume starfishes from solid places as it were.

Is It Protected To Eat Starfish? A few assortments of Starfishes are securely eatable and furthermore a #1 of numerous fish sweethearts all over the planet. Just a chose a piece of starfishes is palatable. The greenish-brown delicate and wet substance found inside a starfish's legs is the consumable part.

The external vivid and appealing shell isn't consumable. It is excessively hard and inflexible to be consumed. The feet which might appear to be chewy are additionally not eatable and is dull.

Could You at any point Eat Starfish Crude? Crude Starfish isn't protected to consume, nor does it have an engaging taste. Starfishes ought to just be consumed from solid sources and appropriately cooked. Starfishes can either be bubbled or pan fried. They are most frequently bubbled prior to consuming only the tissue.

A bubbled starfish has an extreme external shell yet the tissue inside is delicate, soggy, and smooth. It is to some degree dim in variety and despite the fact that it doesn't look the best, it has an exceptional taste.

Does Starfish Taste Great? Starfish tastes great to individuals who have grown up eating fish, and the people who like the marine briny taste that is related with most ocean animals. The flavor of starfish can be depicted as a procured one as it takes a couple of attempts before somebody can completely savor it.

Starfish can taste different relying upon what it is cooked with. It ordinarily holds its somewhat severe taste and ground hamburger like velvety surface.

What Does Barbecued Starfish Pose a flavor like? Barbecued Starfish holds the somewhat unpleasant and marine taste alongside the smoky flavors ingrained from barbecuing anything. The flavor of this Chinese delicacy isn't viewed as entirely attractive, regardless of whether it is palatable.

Starfish is barbecued utilizing oil, salt, pepper, and cayenne. The shell of a barbecued starfish is consumable once barbecued yet has no unmistakable taste or flavor.

A direct encounter of getting and cooking starfish!

Does Starfish Suggest a flavor like Fish? Starfish has a trademark special taste that isn't like fish or prawns or some other fish. The nearest correlation with the flavor of starfish would be ocean imps and the Chinese waterway crabs. They share a comparative soggy surface and somewhat severe taste.

Starfish and fishes truly do have a similar marine embodiment, briny and ocean water-like. The ground surface of starfish is altogether different from the delicate surface of fish.

Is Starfish A Mixed bag? It appears to be so as a great many people who have tasted starfish have owned up to it being a mixed bag, like the flavor of ocean imps. Starfish must be eaten a couple of times before somebody can completely savor its taste as it has a totally different flavor and surface from other fish.

Starfish from the get go doesn't have the most tantalizing look and in any event, when it is barbecued or bubbled, looks no better.

Nonetheless, the taste is viewed as a delicacy among the individuals who have eaten it sufficiently long.

What Tastes Best With Starfish? Starfish is generally pan fried and afterward bubbled before it is consumed. Starfish is one of a handful of the sorts of fish that are ideal in the event that pre-arranged by an expert or somebody who has managed starfishes previously. Oil, salt, pepper, and hot sauce are all that you would require to set up this dish.

When cooked, the tissue is delighted in by essentially scooping it out with a spoon or simply a finger.

The tissue isn't blended in with different fixings as they would remove the taste you are searching for.