One of my fave narratives of the writer's strike was watching every studio-friendly Hollywood news source go ":( this movie was delayed due to the mean ol' strike", meanwhile random Wallace and Gromit-obsessed Twitter account DiscussingFilm would include "because studio executive, [executive name], refuses to pay workers fairly out of greed" on literally every piece of news, no matter how tangential to the strike, and anyway I'm pleased to see they're still at it
I haven’t seen anyone mention this yet, so I’m going to.
these three pictures, that bill says he used to trick dipper, look just like the Mcgucket hoax. Honestly I feel like it’s just Alex Hirsch taking a victory lap
Having The Mystery Machine "cool its heels" at some wayside rest area (even if it's maybe a couple of picnic tables and Chic Sale for the toilets) when, for some reason, Scooby-Doo finds not that far off a rather crude and yet decently-made Sasquatch costume ... and common sense dictates that the crew head over to the sheriff's office at the county seat to hand same over, suggesting where such might explain reports they may have received of late about "Sasquatch sightings" in the general area.
And when whoever's behind these "Sasquatch sightings" finds his costume missing from his accustomed place for to perpetuate the scam (which it has been all along)--boy, will he be tortured unto madness!
is this the end of all the endings? … come one come all it’s happening again… hand on the throttle thought i caught lightning in a bottle oh but it’s gone again… how did it end? ……… he’s got my heartbeat skipping down sixteenth avenue… i can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore for you… stopped CPR after all it’s no use….. clearing the air i breathed in the smoke… six weeks of breathing clean air i still miss the smoke……. i want to teach you how forever feels… you and me forevermore… he saw forever so he smashed it up…….. your integrity makes me seem small you paint dreamscapes on the wall… when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes well you took me to hell too………. but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come… don’t want no other shade of blue but you… you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days……… all’s well that ends well to end up with you… and i’ll still see it until i die you’re the loss of my life…………….
Watching people call a UFO photo from 1996 "AI", and then someone found a upload of it from 2008 proving it can't be AI & everyone treated that as tantamount to unedited and like
When Photoshop became big we had this wave of people just assuming photos pre-Photoshop had to be real, just forgetting photo editing already existed, and I guess now we have people starting to forget Photoshop exists, and attributing the dawn of fake photos to AI?