She may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
W. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1623)
Damn, you really old.
Synth noodling conceptual artist
She may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
W. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1623)
Damn, you really old.
That’s a fair question.
The arts are seen as a luxury and a frippery. They are also seen as elitist.
If you want to defund public services and remain popular, the playbook is to remove the arts first. That way you are demonstrating the order of needs.
You can’t defund social welfare programmes without defunding the arts first. To defund healthcare you have to defund the arts. To defund schools, you first have to defund the arts.
You know where this is going.
The arts are the canary and it is lying dead at the bottom of the cage.
Adore the darktable gang.
That hair though.
C’mon man, it’s time to get a coverage appropriate cut or just shave it altogether.
He looks like a boiled sweet that’s been dropped on the carpet.
I once made a music video for Sony Universal.
They paid me £4k.
They liked it a lot and asked if I would do another. I asked if the fee was the same and they said I’d be doing it for exposure.
I told them I’m capable of exposing myself.
I stuck it to them.
I’m still poor, but at least I’m not working for it.
All my heart still belongs to the canon HV20 forum. It taught me how to film, it taught me how to chat to people in an online community.
It was never about a camcorder. It was about connection.
Plus, you could search for stuff on google and the forum results would pop up. Good look with discord doing that.
…we didn’t start the fire…
I was 34 and this is still all true.
I’m in my early/mid forties and still feel lost occasionally.
I think it’s a thing about being an adult. It’s not to be feared but embraced. Besides, it means you are thinking and not just doing.
The wilderness gives you time to find your own direction.
Still, it is a little disquieting. You’ll make it through, I promise, but you’ll end up back there too.
Let’s call it Newgle
My set up comfortably plays cyberpunk at dead fancy settings, but doesn’t meet the system requirements for windows 11.
Yeah, I’m going to rub out windows 10 as long as I can (although I dual boot Debian anyway).
That’s why it is stubbonky popular.
Hey, maybe the next leap will be the leap home?
Yes, do this if you want your work to have the same feel as every other writer who runs their work through an llm.
Bucky has one purpose. It’s the thoroughbred of not-spirits.
Best served warm and straight from the bottle to the back of the throat.
My niece was stopped in the corridor at school by a teacher who shouted “are you deaf or something?”
My niece removed her hearing aids, slowly.
Massive spud of a human.
I mean, good luck trying to get this working in Northern Ireland too.
This is a classic Tory death rattle. Punish those lazy, entitled young people who, whilst not responsible for the 2008 crash (that was us and our banker mates) or the following years of austerity that ripped the heart out of public services whilst private services prospered (that was also us, but with our banker mates) or Brexit, an enterprise that spit the nation and has left us all worse off (again, us, but this time with our business and banker mates), it is those no good, molly-coddled young people with their funny hair colour and inability to buy houses, or food in some cases, that are the problem with the UK and we need to whip them into shape whilst we (who haven’t been whipped into any sort of shape at all) continue to be in charge.
Can we swap out the word “hallucinations” for the word “bullshit”?
I think all AI/LLM stuf should be prefaced as “someone down the pub said…”
So, “someone down the pub said you can eat rocks” or, “someone down the pub said you should put glue on your pizza”.
Hallucinations are cool, shit like this is worthless.
Folk can’t sit still in the dark while being entertained without having to eat a main course meal.
Oh no, I get you. I think we are a similar age.
I was at the Reading Festival in '96 and I think offspring were playing.
There was a slightly older guy stood in the middle of the crowd shouting, you call this punk… This ain’t punk. This ain’t shit.
The kids were laughing at him.
This week in Glasgow Green Day played a gig and all I saw was middle aged men and their daughters wearing matching merch t-shirts.
I’m assuming at some point I travel back in time to '96 to try to stop this.