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I always kinda feel like everyone talking about AI is either talking about either Midjourney and ChatGPT or else the absolute horrors.

And, like, to me that's..... weird. AI is evil, don't get me wrong, right here and now and now and here it is absolutely evil and will be used in the wickedest of ways.

But let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater, folks. We've wanted this for since we had the concept. This isn't creating the torment nexus. This is to bloom into our holodeck, our JARVIS, our KITT. Of course it's being used for evil, that's what evil people do with cool new shit.

I just want everyone to consider, for just one second, that if we ever hope to be forced to trap a super-genius simulation of Moriarty in a holocube that simulates the known universe then generative AI is, in fact, the first step.

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i just think it says a lot about the person. my favorite is a bear named theodore

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Winter has arrived on Poob.

Start your 7 day free trial of Poob today, and watch smash hit Martin Scorcese's Goncharov.

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what if you were redder

orange you glad I’m not though

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tumblr is one of the only places i will actually unmute a video when the tags are like "omg unmute it" bc i know most everyone else on this website loves reading and hates noise like i do so it must be pretty good

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Imagine walking for miles beneath a merciless sun, each step a battle against exhaustion. The empty water containers in your hands feel heavier with every faltering step, but you press on through rubble-strewn streets, driven by the desperate need to find clean water for your family.

Your vision blurs, dark spots dancing at the edges, and your heart pounds with the effort to stay upright. The heat is suffocating, your limbs tremble with fatigue, but you force yourself forward, refusing to give in. Then, without warning, your strength gives out. Your legs buckle, and you collapse onto the burning earth, dust rising around you as darkness claims your senses.

Images: Ahmed Aldani, a chronically ill teenager from Gaza, is trying to raise money to evacuate and receive medical treatment abroad.

@ahmedaldanigg

@ahmedaldani333

Story written by @rumiandroses

For most in Gaza, each day is a battle for survival—but for fifteen year old Ahmed Aldani, who is chronically ill, the struggle is far more severe. His body is being pushed to its limits by the relentless strain of hunger, pain, and exhaustion. He needs urgent medical care and a chance to escape the nightmare that has become his everyday life.

Image: Ahmed recently reached out to us with an update on his condition.

Every task, no matter how small, has become a struggle for survival. Just a few weeks ago, Ahmed collapsed while walking 3 kilometers (almost 2 miles) to fill water—his body having difficulty sustaining the effort, in desperate need of medical care that, without financial help, is out of reach for Ahmed and his family.

Born amidst conflict, Ahmed has spent all fifteen years of his life enduring the effects of war. The development of his teeth and hair were negatively impacted by toxic gas his mother inhaled during a phosphorus attack while pregnant with him in 2008. The recommended treatment—dental implants—is far beyond his family’s means, with each tooth costing around $1,000. But without treatment, the pain and exhaustion will only worsen.

Images: The development of Ahmed's hair and teeth were impacted by white phosphorus that his mother accidentally inhaled after an occupation attack near the family home in 2008.

Ahmed’s family has been displaced more than seven times in the past ten months, their savings drained just to stay alive. They now live in the southern part of Gaza, jobless and with no access to proper medical care.

This GoFundMe is a lifeline, both for Ahmed’s survival and for his family’s chance to escape Gaza and access the medical treatment he so desperately needs. The goal is to raise $50,000 to cover travel expenses, medical care, and a chance for Ahmed to finally rest, heal, and grow up without pain overshadowing every moment.

Ahmed needs your help—now more than ever. Even the smallest donation can help bring him closer to the care he needs to reclaim his health and his future.

You can donate to Ahmed's GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

Ahmed's campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#198) on their list of verified campaigns.

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There might be a reason. We are very excited. This year of all years.

I wanted to meme before the big day.

Not yet, Brutus.. not yet..

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My mom died of- it's not actually clear.

But I will say that every step of the way her doctor told her, "We don't know what is happening but we will _figure it out_." He authored papers on her unique condition, he enlisted experts, and they all worked their asses off to save my mom and anybody else who ever has whatever it was she had.

They failed. My mom died. But the research remains and maybe one day this work will save someone else's mom.

But it wasn't just a shrug and then whatever insurance covered. There was a whole team of people _fascinated_ by her symptoms and goddamned determined. Without funding to research.... I don't even want to begin to imagine the dark hopelessness.

"Your blindness is unique and different. There is no damage to either your eyes (optic nerve, rods, cones, all functional) or the parts of your brain that interpret visual stimuli. I'm sorry there isn't an answer but you certainly are an interesting question," is better than, "Eyes test normal. Lung cancer. NEXT!"

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....it is just barely possible i have finally found an ethical use for genAI: generating fake reports to bog down ICE/DEI tip lines and their ilk. is this anything?

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This is old but I still listen to it often and I refuse to believe that the gross overtures made by Musk to the ADL can ever overpower what Germany actually is.

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It’s been the kind of day that culminated in my telling someone moments ago that the date was the fifth of Wednesday.

I hope you all have a really good fifth of Wednesday. 

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Cool update, I did actually go somewhere! This was all done during what I should have realized as a seizure aura and shortly after I went somewhere.

Now, I'm not dismissing my art as the result of illness nor claiming it as a product thereof but sometimes I really do get the concept of being possessed by a furious madness and forced to do the raddest shit.

So, I discovered something new tonight. See, I have this shell.

It has been a fidget for me for a while now. But I was fussing with it and I thought to myself, "That looks almost like a nib." Now, when I lived in Appalachia I had many inks, some I made myself and others obtained through more nefarious means. So not having an ink I was hard pressed to test my theory.

So I kinda just used food coloring and water in a bowl I had previously used to hold an egg, so there was a tiny bit of egg in there I vaguely imagined would work as a binder.

Spoiler: It did not work as a binder, it is the worst 'ink' I have ever used.

I also have diagnosibly severe dysgraphia and, even when practicing with turkey quills or even machine made products, just sucked with dip pens in general. Still, science demands that I attempt and so I attempted.

Now, I can hardly claim that as a masterpiece (especially as I got frustrated at the end, I hate writing by hand) but it is a proof of concept. I dipped the quill twice, once at the beginning and the second time at the line "By fools in old style hats and coats".

I looked to see if this was something well known and I didn't really find any results. I'm quite certain someone with actual ink and skill and a quite a lot more talent than me could actually do this well.

Anyway, I got real bad stressed and accidentally found out that conical shells can work as dip pens in a pinch? Bye.

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my uncle was somewhat of a rascal. we were hanging out on the roof of his barn when i was ten, and we saw some shooting stars. he told me they were angels carrying messages from god. then he handed me his old hunting rifle and taught me how to nick one out of the sky, even when it was travelling all fast like that, and how to triangulate its location — taking me out in his rusty truck down dirt roads, unerring and unceasing, until we saw that gleaming lantern. he pocketed the note from god and took me down to a pinboard where he was working on deciphering the language with his friend who was a linguistics major but got kicked out of grad school. after they shook hands, they held on for just a bit too long and i started wondering why my aunt doesn’t live with my uncle anymore, but then my uncle took me back up stairs and taught me how to fry the angel up real nice, halo and all. it was tasty

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I also doodled these horrible marginalia beasfts that I hate so much. My hands are covered in food coloring and I think I went somewhere.

So, I discovered something new tonight. See, I have this shell.

It has been a fidget for me for a while now. But I was fussing with it and I thought to myself, "That looks almost like a nib." Now, when I lived in Appalachia I had many inks, some I made myself and others obtained through more nefarious means. So not having an ink I was hard pressed to test my theory.

So I kinda just used food coloring and water in a bowl I had previously used to hold an egg, so there was a tiny bit of egg in there I vaguely imagined would work as a binder.

Spoiler: It did not work as a binder, it is the worst 'ink' I have ever used.

I also have diagnosibly severe dysgraphia and, even when practicing with turkey quills or even machine made products, just sucked with dip pens in general. Still, science demands that I attempt and so I attempted.

Now, I can hardly claim that as a masterpiece (especially as I got frustrated at the end, I hate writing by hand) but it is a proof of concept. I dipped the quill twice, once at the beginning and the second time at the line "By fools in old style hats and coats".

I looked to see if this was something well known and I didn't really find any results. I'm quite certain someone with actual ink and skill and a quite a lot more talent than me could actually do this well.

Anyway, I got real bad stressed and accidentally found out that conical shells can work as dip pens in a pinch? Bye.

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So, I discovered something new tonight. See, I have this shell.

It has been a fidget for me for a while now. But I was fussing with it and I thought to myself, "That looks almost like a nib." Now, when I lived in Appalachia I had many inks, some I made myself and others obtained through more nefarious means. So not having an ink I was hard pressed to test my theory.

So I kinda just used food coloring and water in a bowl I had previously used to hold an egg, so there was a tiny bit of egg in there I vaguely imagined would work as a binder.

Spoiler: It did not work as a binder, it is the worst 'ink' I have ever used.

I also have diagnosibly severe dysgraphia and, even when practicing with turkey quills or even machine made products, just sucked with dip pens in general. Still, science demands that I attempt and so I attempted.

Now, I can hardly claim that as a masterpiece (especially as I got frustrated at the end, I hate writing by hand) but it is a proof of concept. I dipped the quill twice, once at the beginning and the second time at the line "By fools in old style hats and coats".

I looked to see if this was something well known and I didn't really find any results. I'm quite certain someone with actual ink and skill and a quite a lot more talent than me could actually do this well.

Anyway, I got real bad stressed and accidentally found out that conical shells can work as dip pens in a pinch? Bye.

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I kinda feel like there is a dark evil side to monotropic thinking. Like the good parts are great. I am so talented at Lego. I am an expert at writing. I am fundamentally only swimming right now. No one has ever come as close to being a paper wasp as I have in this moment.

But there is also The Thing. It's going to happen one way or the other but until I know The Thing's choice I am utterly frozen, all thoughts zeroed in beeline to The Thing. Even if The Thing made a bad choice I could accept it and move on. But that state of not knowing and fixating so hard on The Thing that I can't even run the dishwasher?

I hate that. And I hate even more how it is tied to things I love very much about myself.