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bitterkarella · 1 year ago

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Midnight Pals: Hackin'

King: i can't believe elon's grok is pretending i'm friends with him King: i need to stop that AI before everyone believes it! King: i've got to hire a hacker King: franz, you've got to help me Franz Kafka: what? me? Barker: steve, no

Kafka: i'm not a hacker King: oh i thought franz was a hacker Barker: what gave you THAT impression? King: you know, with the cat ear headphones and the striped thigh socks Barker: no steve that's something ENTIRELY different Kafka: n-no it isn't, on second thought yes I'm totally a hacker

Kafka: it means i'm a hacker, nothing else Barker: sure franz Kafka: it does! it totally means i'm a hacker! Barker: franz, go play with your blahaj plush, the adults are talking here

Barker: you know who you need? you need william gibson Barker: the best hacker money can buy King: william gibson? how do i contact him? Barker: you don't Barker: he'll contact you

King: can you really hack grok, william? William Gibson: [wearing black duster and fingerless black gloves] my hacker name is shadow gigabyte King: oh sorry Gibson: can i hack grok? listen kid i was cyberbyting the megabyte mainframe when you were just rebooting your motherboard mouse data bandwidth modem email King: wow!

Gibson: my CPU is a neural net processer, a learning computer King: wow he really sounds like he knows what he's talking about! King: that definitely sounds like hacker talk to me Gibson: CD Rom Gibson: internet Joe Hill: dad can i talk to you for a second King: not now joe daddy's hiring a hacker

Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] i'll re-index the mega bit blaster cyber codex Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] now we'll cybersecurity the lock box data center King: hey what happens if you push that button? Gibson: what the-- no!! [klaxons sound] King: what's that mean? Gibson: shit Gibson: we've got company

Gibson: sentient cyber virus electronic guard cyberbots Gibson: real high tech Gibson: state of the art in bio-tech wetware neural-data scrapers Gibson: [putting on sunglasses with red laser scope] and they ain't friendly

King: what are we going to do?! Gibson: kid, you keep your hands to yourself unless you wanna become roadkill on the information super highway!!! Gibson: hold on to your CPU (central processing unit)!!!

Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] gotta reconfigure the darkweb logistics for ethernet wavetech Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] upload the memory downloader for dumpware backup Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] uncodify the cyberpatch modifer aaaaand Gibson: i'm in

King: wow, you hacked twitter?? how did you do it? Gibson: the greatest hackers never reveal their secrets [earlier] Gibson: [wearing fake mustache] hey elon its me catturd Gibson: could you give me your password? Elon Musk: sure it's "picklerick420"!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #franz kafka #joe hill #william gibson #elon musk

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qqueenofhades · 3 days ago

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I have received an unsolicited email sent to Dr. Qqueenofhades, Valuable Member of Academic Research Community, to fill out a survey sent from a random email address which promises to donate money to charity if I do. They do not wish to tell me who the survey is sponsored by, "to avoid biasing results at the start." They do not wish to tell me anything else about it, except that they super swear it will not be used for marketing and has something to do with "online services" for academics. There are no names listed in this email; there is no way to say if they got my contact information from anything apart from a random data-scraper, or if this is indeed, as I expect, one giant phishing/AI/scam operation.

Needless to say, I will, hm. Not be doing that.

#academia: not even once

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ladyanemonea · 1 year ago

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Les cinq diables / The Five Devils Léa Mysius. 2022

House 39 Rue des Grandes Rousses, 38520 Le Bourg-d'Oisans, France See in map

See in imdb

#Google map email scraper #Google map social media scraper #Google data map scraper #Google map scraper

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autisticandroids · 2 months ago

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quick guide on backing up your tumblr from someone who has tried it various ways over the years

so, you noticed that tumblr is so understaffed that they didn't even do april fools this year and you're thinking of backing up your tumblr. maybe even using tumblr's built-in export function.

there are plenty of third party apps that will scrape your blog and grab all the posts. tumblr-utils is one that i have used historically to great effect. another option here. or find your own.

however, if you want to save your dms and asks, you need to use tumblr's export function.

first go to your blog settings and click export blog. you'll get an email when it finishes exporting. this may take a couple days.

now, my blog's file was about 400GB. that's almost half a terabyte. it's a lot of data. there's no way to shrink it or only download parts. it also will not tell you how big the file is going to be. my blog has ~250k posts and another 5k unanswered asks. and yours will probably scale with that.

(this is a good reason to use third party scrapers instead, by the by. tumblr-utils at least allows you to 1) download only your own original posts and not reblogs, 2) download only text and not media, and 3) download in batches not all at once. you're not forced to take the whole thing, which is a lot of data. the html result from tumblr utils is also more usable than the one from tumblr as well).

anyway. the first thing you'll want to do is make sure you choose what folder something downloads to. you do NOT want half a terabyte in your downloads folder. you want it going straight to an external drive. you can set firefox to open a little "save as" dialogue box everytime you download something, which honestly i would recommend doing anyway. or you can use a download manager like jdownloader, which will also help in other ways. though personally i found that jdownloader seemed to choke on the fact that tumblr doesn't tell you the size of the download, and that meant i couldn't interrupt the download or jdownloader would assume it was done.

second is just. make sure your external drive is big enough. i ended up literally bailing out files onto other random thumb drives because i only had about 250GB free on my external drive when i started downloading.

third. turn off your computer's ability to sleep. if you've got a pc that should be in the control panel under power settings. it should say power plan. my blog took about 15 hours to download. i had to just let my computer sit there downloading, and my computer needed to not go to sleep.

fourth, i would recommend using an ethernet cable if you have one. that will make it go faster.

you should get a file. though my computer literally choked on mine and i had to open it with 7zip because the zip file didn't quite work.

honestly if you're willing to spend an unreasonable amount of time and storage space on this i would recommend grabbing the tumblr native backup and then also using tumblr utils and scarping the text, then using the tumblr utils version of the text. my suspicion is that you can just grab the media folder from the tumblr export download and dump it into the tumblr utils folder and you'll be good. tumblr utils handles the text posts way better and more accessibly.

another space saving option is to just literally delete the media folder. or to delete the media in the folder that's not labeled "conversations," since the stuff labeled "conversations" is media that was sent in your dms and you may want to save that.

tumblr export WILL give you all you dms (including with deactivated users and users you have blocked and who have blocked you) and it will also give you unanswered asks (again including from deactivated users etc). probably also submissions and possibly also old fanmail, i haven't checked. i have not figured out yet whether you get your draft posts. if you do they're not in their own folder they're just mixed in with the rest.

the html formatting, however, is dogshit. even of the dms. the dm conversations are literally presented backwards.

#psa

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inexplicifics · 6 months ago

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Hi, I just read about this dubious website that seems to steal fics from Ao3 and turns them into AI generated audios. I wanted to check if any of my fics are there and found your "Flung to Catch a Star". It's the first fic that pops up when you search for 'Cahir'. That's the website: https://word-stream.com

Here is the reddit post with more info: https://www.reddit.com/r/FanFiction/comments/1hkrj10/netflix_of_audiobooks_scrapes_thousands_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Probably there are more of your fics, and from the reddit post it appears that they do not ask for the authors' consent. Just wanted to let you know. If you already know or gave your consent, just ignore this. If you did not give your consent, sorry this happened to you. These sites are so annoying.

Thank you; I've sent them a takedown notice and a very annoyed email, and we'll see what comes of that.

For the record, my blanket permission statement EXPLICITLY DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY AI USES of my work, and if you find my fic somewhere other than AO3 (or Tumblr, I suppose), and they're charging money for it, I do not approve.

Pfeh, scraper bots. A pox on all their houses.

#questions answered #generative AI

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 6 months ago

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perhaps a bit of an odd question: so, when I'm scrolling tumblr on mobile, I have a habit of downloading most images i come across, so that I can send them to people who don't use tumblr, especially memes and animal photos. however, i also have severe memory issues, and I may end up forgetting where i got certain images. i know for the photo repository one of the rules is to not repost the photos without any modification- which i might forget, or forget which images on my phone fall under that rule. and while i would guess that that rule doesn't apply to stuff like direct messages or texts, i might forget to tell the person I'm sending it to, who might repost it elsewhere without being aware, or months after downloading i will just forget and use one of the photos in a post I'm making because it felt relevant.

this is something i can pretty easily solve myself by just blocking the photo repository blog, or tags relating to it, but I'd rather not do that because i do really like seeing the photos and all the info and stuff. and i would assume it would be an insane amount of work for you to add something like a watermark to every single photo, so I'm not really sure how to go about this. i like seeing the photos, but i don't want to accidentally break the rules.

You clearly care deeply about doing the "right thing", so, what that tells me is that you're not actually the target audience for that rule. I appreciate all the thought you put into this message. Let's talk about it!

I've been reconsidering if requiring people to get permission for reposting images is the best policy to have and I'd like people to weigh in.

My original reasoning was this: the more I can ensure that reposts are affiliated with credit, the better I can control copyright on the images on the site, and therefore have more ground to challenge any scrapers/fake accounts/AR groups that yoink them for nefarious purposes. The easiest way to do that seemed to be to have people ping and ask, with the expectation of saying yes almost all the time.

But there's a couple problems with that, I think, in practice:

People don't like emailing strangers (I forget this! I have done it for work for so many years it isn't uncomfortable anymore).

This isn't how the internet works. (Tumblr has a specific microculture that encourages crediting creators and not stealing! Once this is shared more widely on other platforms, I don't expect it'll be the same ecosystem).

It actually undermines organic spread of content! (You're less likely to make an excited post about a cool photo if you have to send a maybe-scary email and wait for a response). And I do want there to be lots of eyeballs on the photos.

Realistically, @nexus-nebulae, with the policy right now? If you slipped up and reposted something without thinking, I'd just ask you to add credit to the post so it directs back to the site. The goal of this whole project is community access and engagement - I want to you to enjoy the photos, and send them to your friends! I'm just trying to also protect it from the awful that a lot of the internet has become.

But, I'm also wondering it it makes sense to swap the policy to say that it's fine to re-post images on socials as long as they're appropriately credited and/or linked back to the repository. This isn't the policy yet, but if you're reading this please tell me what you're thinking.

Non-edited image use (like putting them in a scientific paper, using them to build a curriculum unit, or putting them on board game cards - these are just random examples) would still need to be requested; but that's an entirely protective stance and if you ask, my goal is to always say yes.

So OP, please don't worry too much. Enjoy looking at the animals, do your best, and I'll be happy. :)

#exotic animal photo reference repository #asked and answered #housekeeping #policies

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trashkelly · 1 year ago

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doing some research for a fic and, Central Park is a 13 minute walk from Columbia University???

And a 16 minute walk from Bleeker Street? But Central Park is so big that it would be a 36 minute bike ride from Bleeker Street to Columbia University. A 2 hour and 16 minute walk. And of course, Metro-General doesn't exist so I can't find it on google maps but huh

#Google map email scraper #Google data map scraper #Google map social media scraper #Google map scraper

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miss-multi45 · 10 days ago

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Death Warden

Eyeless Jack x Fem!Reader

cw: horror obvi, mentions of dead bodies, my attempt at suspense, masturbation in a way, reader has a cool dad (based off mine), gore mentions, graveyard, yurr. based off the mortuary assitant, the house is basically a yassified version of the one in the eyeless jack game on roblox. i will be contaminating this with british energy, but it's based in Canada. this is my take on ej with my headcanons.

When you woke up, Dad was already gone. He had left you a cup of tea and a note.

'At work, be back late, love you. Dad xx.'

Good thing you had a busy day, otherwise you'd just be sat around doing nothing. Starting with a shower while you sipped your tea, making sure not to get any soapy water in the tea.

Afterwards, you tucked a corner of the towel under the fabric on your chest, emptying a load of washing in the machine. You leaned over the washer, enjoying the scent of the amber and spiced pear laundry detergent you had bought after telling your Dad you wouldn't.

It was only close to the end of the cycle you noticed how conveniently your crotch was placed, right against the corner of the machine. It couldn't hurt, especially since it was practically calling you.

You almost flinched at the feeling of the rough vibrations against your clit, slowly grinding your hips on the edge of it. Even through a towel, the jumps and trembles of the washing machine was making your breath hitch. Soon, your orgasm had come. A small wet patch on the towel that could easily be fixed.

You got dressed, throwing on a cardigan for good measure since the temperature was unpredictable this time of year. Hopefully it would be warmer, considering cleaning headstones in the rain wasn't going to help with the lichen scraping.

A few commissions had popped into your email overnight, people sending you requests to fix up their deceased relatives' graves'. A bit of backstory and a name, so you knew the story of the person who's headstone you would be restoring, and an address of the cemetery.

After texting Dad and letting him know your schedule, you were on your way with the necessary cleaning supplies and the name of the cemetery in mind. It was a nice area of land, despite being riddled with graves and stone statues of weeping angels with quotes of love and sorrow engraved on the plaques below.

You set up at the grave, carefully placing the solutions, brushes, and hard plastic scrapers beside the headstone instead of on the land in front of it.

Ida Ernston

Beloved Mother and Wife

1895 - 1956

Or atleast from what you could read. From your point of view, it looked like it said she was born in 1395 rather than 1895. There was lichen over the latter half of the name on the headstone, so it read 'Ida Er on'.

You got started, scraping off the muck and clumps of moss from the stone, then using your hard bristled brush you got the tougher excess dirt off and rinsed the plaque with a special chemical solvent that wouldn't damage the stone.

After picking out the mud from the numbers and letters carved into the headstone, you gave it one final rinse before standing back to look at your handiwork. Now the grave was clean, the once brown and mossy stone was now back to grey.

There weren't many other plots to restore, and you ended your day early with a heft paycheck since your last cleaning site was a grave with an angel on the stone, the plot belonged to a dead police officer. Apparently known for his grit and perseverance, which meant you got more money than usual.

It was still light when you got home, and the weather had been on your side. The sun was out, so a book in the back garden was your reward for spending your day in cemeteries.

Halfway through your chapter, you felt your phone buzz. But the sound of the ping was drowned out by incoming rumbling of Dad's motorbike. He rolled into the car port, kicking the little metal rod that balanced his bike down, flicking the kill switch and coming over to give you a peck on the cheek.

"Good day?" You asked, watching him hang his jacket up and store his helmet on the kitchen table.

"Good as it gets, Julie's nephew just turned four." He replied, sticking the kettle on and grabbing a mug and a decaf tea bag. There wasn't much to his job, as a grave cleaner you felt the two of you had similar occupations.

"Matthew?" You remembered, as Julie's brother was one of your past graves to fix. Matthew was a sweet little thing, at least from the videos you'd seen.

"That's the one." Dad called from inside the kitchen, "Wanted to see a picture of the bike."

Dad was probably the coolest morgue worker ever, riding around on a motorbike with his tacky solar system braces keeping his oddly casual denim trousers in place.

"How were the graves? Any ghosts come to thank you?" The sound of the kettle hissing as the hot water touched the equally hot metal made you give up reading, bookmarking where you'd gotten to and putting the book down.

You laughed, "Not today, but I got a little extra money for cleaning a headstone." His 'ooh' was code for 'do tell'.

"Micheal DeVito. A police officer with a weeping angel on his grave. I had to clean that up, too." Dad sat down on the chair across from you, watching the magpies mingle as he drunk his tea.

"Oh, yeah. I worked on his body when he died." He replied, his tone conveying that there was something memorable about it other than his name. The reality of being a grave cleaner and having a coroner Dad was that you would eventually clean headstones of the people he'd worked on.

"Sad, he was killed not too long after being appointed to a cult case." The way you and Dad talked about these things was the way anyone else would talk about dinner plans. "Poor guy," You muttered, "How'd he die?"

Dad squinted, racking his brains to recall the COD. "Blunt force trauma to the head, the murderer was never determined but it's possible he was a cult killing."

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. "Damn. Is the cult still around?" Even though it was highly unlikely that you would be encountering them, it would help to know if they were still in action.

"Oh, god no. Some of the members are serving life in prison." He could tell you were a little paranoid, and was relived when the expression on your face loosened up. "The rest were killed."

The next morning, you got up just before Dad left for work. You made him a cup of tea in a flask, before sending him off with a hug. Since you had taken a shower yesterday, you decided to put a plait in to keep it neat and tidy.

Checking your new emails, there were three new commissions. An Albert Johnson, a June Adams, and a Jack Nyras. June and Albert were buried in the same cemetery, and Jack was in a countryside looking graveyard.

It was sunny as well today, with a lovely fresh breeze weaving through the trees in the cemetery. Albert's grave was first, and the most difficult to clean. A lot of lichen, and the muck in the birth and death date carvings almost snapped your bamboo sticks with how stubborn it was.

However, Jane's was just muddy. Only needing a bit of scrubbing and water to get it back to its original state. She seemed have been well-liked, as her headstone had a quote engraved into it. Not everyone got that privilege.

Finally, Jack Nyras. His was the cleanest, he even had a small bunch of daisies and forget-me-nots on his plot. It didn't really look like it needed cleaning, but his death was the most recent, so it was probably a way to honour him and keep his memory alive. He died young, only 23, barely making it past college.

Jack Nyras

Beloved Son and Boyfriend

1994 - 2017

It was his mother who had requested for his grave to be cleaned, and even though it was an email, she sounded melancholic. He was an only child, so she likely felt robbed after his death.

You always sent a reply to the people who commissioned you, letting them know it had been cleaned and thanking them for their email. But this time, you added a little extra to the reply, giving her your condolences and telling her that you liked the flowers she chose.

When Dad got home, you were refilling the small tanks of solvent and water the you used to rinse the headstones.

"Good day, pet?" He asked, giving you a squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah, not many graves but the first one was a piece of work." You hummed, putting the portable hoses of water and solution back in the back of your 1965 Mustang.

"Hm, would I know who it is?" He plopped the bags of shopping on the kitchen counter, putting everything in its place.

"Unless you were born in the eighteenth century, I highly doubt it." You grabbed a tray of grapes, washing and drying them before sitting outside with them. "There is one you might know, Jack Nyras?"

Dad perked up, nodding solemnly as if it was too upsetting to even mention. "Worked on him, poor kid." That caught your attention.

"What?" You said, turning to look at him. "Why? What happened?" Dad finished unloading the shopping, sitting outside and sharing the grapes with you.

He paused before speaking, his tone low as if someone was listening. "He was the main victim of the cult." You brought your hand up to your mouth, a sudden understanding of why the email from his mother sounded so pitiful.

"Oh, god." You mumbled, thankful that you added a gentle compliment and condolences in the reply you send back to her. "His grave was the cleanest, and his mother put flowers next to it."

Dad smiled, happy to hear his memory was still alive. "He was a sweet kid, from what I heard. Like you, kept to himself. A medical student, wanted to be a surgeon."

You nodded, remembering that from the brief backstory his mother gave you. "Apparently he had a girlfriend, Jenny." Dad winced at the mention of her, which was a mistake since it made you nosy.

"Poor girl went missing a little after he died. Well, I say a little after. It was the same day, but the investigators were so focused on Jack, they forgot about the rest of the people involved." This kid had a hard life, her boyfriend was murdered and right after, she went missing? God, the poor thing.

"Her blood was found at the crime scene, but not enough to be considered horrific and it didn't trail off anywhere." Dad went on, but something about his statement caught your ear.

"Wait, why was everyone so focused on Jack? How bad of a murder was it to be the center of attention?" The look on Dad's face told you it wasn't pleasant, but he told you anyway.

"There was tar found in his eyes and mouth, probably to blind and stop him from screaming." You felt sick, what kind of cruel monster would do that to someone so young?

He quickly moved on, seeing how visceral your reaction was. "The cult was a bunch of college kids, the cops went through one of their notebooks and found out they were trying to sacrifice him to a thing called 'Chernobog'."

You thought back to last night, when he mentioned the cult with members of it murdered. "Were the cultists found dead?"

"Some of them, they had been ripped apart. They still don't know what happened, but the ones that weren't were in shock and covered in blood, admitted to prison psychiatric hospitals." You were thankful you weren't a coroner, at least cleaning graves didn't give you the gory details.

"That's good." Popping a grape in your mouth, Dad changed subjects and eventually it was time for bed.

While checking your new requests, you noticed one of the plots was in the same graveyard as Jack's grave. It was the furthest cemetery from home, so you went to that one last.

While you were restoring the last grave, you noticed a person standing in front of Jack's headstone, just stood staring down at it. It was a man, quite tall and broad, dressed in jeans and a black hoodie. It could be his father, visiting his son and thinking about him in silence.

You turned back to the grave you were cleaning, noticing that the man had seen the headstone looked freshly cleaned. He probably heard the scrubbing of your brush against the stone, because you could see out of the corner of your eye the man watching you, but getting up and leaving before it got creepy.

You discreetly watched him leave, noting how strangely large he was. Definitely over the 6-foot mark, and quite muscular. He could be a college friend of Jack's, as even though you didn't see his face he looked too young to be a father.

Over the next few days, you decided to do some research about it. Even though Dad had given you a lot of info already, you wanted to know the rest. Unfortunately, the websites didn't have much new knowledge. And it wasn't like you could just ask one of the people involved, right?

....

...Right?

#opeia rambles #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #i cooked #ate down #if I do say so myself

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