live to fight another day...

Mar. 2nd, 2026 04:48 pm
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In 2018, Wakanomori and I went for the first time to Colombia. We went just as an election was happening. We were in Bogotá, and we ended up walking through rallies for both candidates--the progressive ex-guerrilla and the conservative son of privilege. We ended up with some of the flyers for the progressive guy--they were bright and optimistic, and I made them into postcards:







We didn't know much about Colombian politics at the time, but we hoped he'd win:

But he lost. The conservative candidate, Iván Duque, won.

But then in 2022, the progressive ex-guerrilla won. And that's Gustavo Petro, who's in office now. So you know ... change does happen.

My microfiction for today was partially inspired by the memory of picking up those flyers. )

this is only a glimpse of my chaos

Mar. 2nd, 2026 02:49 pm
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Reports of my death have not been exaggerated at all, because who actually cares?

I know I haven’t been posting much here lately, and I also know that maybe two people, at most, are wondering why. I’d love to say this is because I’ve been hyper-productive in writing elsewhere, but that would be a great big lie. Between November and now, the hyperactive gray matter of my brain has come up with ideas for two different fantasy novels, loosely inspired by two works of fiction: one, Earthsea, and two, Inuyasha mixed with Arthurian legend for some reason, titled Where Does the Wind Go? and The King of Arcadia respectively. I wrote about a chapter of each before getting distracted and drifting off to some other fleeting idea. Oh, and I also wrote a couple of paragraphs for a short story titled I Am a Cat II, cheaply inspired by Natsume Sōseki’s 1906 novel, I Am a Cat, except mine is set in modern-day United States. So, that’s three projects that will likely go forever unfinished. This is only a glimpse of my chaos. I’m quickly realizing that, without amphetamines, my talents, if you can even call them that, are much better suited to short-form than long-form.

Alas, it’s a constant struggle trying to balance my focus, which is basically nonexistent, and my ideas, which sometimes overflow like a small pond during a great rainstorm. This, as you might imagine, can result in some heavy cognitive dissonance when I have big ideas but little focus, as I’m always beating myself up with shoulder-angel, shoulder-devil shit like, “Shouldn’t you be writing right now?” and “But writing is hard, why not just play video games instead?” And this can be quite paralyzing, but it’s not the real reason I haven’t been posting much.

The truth is, I’m an adult with two kids and a full-time job, and as such, I’ve been busy. But that’s just an excuse really, because I’ve always been busy, yet despite that, in the past, I’ve always made time to write. So what’s different now? Could it be that I’ve lost the will to write? Has the fire gone out? Maybe I’m just getting too old to juggle all of life’s bullshit along with my numerous hobbies? Perhaps it’s just writer’s block? No, I don’t actually believe writer’s block is a thing, writer’s block is just another excuse, covering for a willpower issue more than anything. The truth is that my desire to write, like many things in life, waxes and wanes, and these moon phases are usually correlated with computer games, specifically how much I enjoy the computer game I’m playing at the time.

And it’s been particularly bad lately because, for the last two months, I’ve been playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and I fucking love that game. My two-year-old son loves the game too. “I wanna play Zelda,” he says, “Let’s go find some Koroks in Zelda,” he says, “I wanna climb the towers in Zelda,” he says, with all the cherub-like syllabic mispronunciations that come with toddlerhood. He just sits on my lap, with his own battery-less controller in hand, watching Link climb mountains and fight Moblins and dash through the meadows of Hyrule. He’ll watch me play for hours if I let him, which is crazy considering he’s more hyperactive, mentally, than I am, hardly able to keep focus on anything at all. He just loves Breath of the Wild, and so do I. It’s quite possibly the best computer game ever made, a Ghiblian masterpiece, which is a word I just made up, but you're free to use it, as long as you use it correctly.

Ghiblian (adj.)
Etymology: From Studio Ghibli, noted for its distinctive animation style and thematic depth.
Definition: 
1. Of or relating to the visual, narrative, or emotional qualities characteristic of Studio Ghibli films; marked by a hand-drawn anime aesthetic, a focus on nature, and a sense of childlike wonder and magical realism.
2. Denoting an atmosphere or tone that evokes serenity, nostalgia, ecological harmony, and gentle wonderment; often blending the fantastical with the mundane in a manner that emphasizes empathy and the sanctity of nature
Example: Kakariko Village, nestled between the misty hills of the Necluda, dotted with cherry blossom trees and traces of ancient magic, has a distinctly Ghiblian charm.
 
I’d tell you all about it, about why I love The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, but I’m currently in the process of writing an essay about that very topic right now at this very moment. The essay functions not only as a love letter to the game, but also as a beginner’s primer on Zen ideology, with references to Thich Nhat Hanh’s Peace Is Every Step. The essay attempts to use Zen ideology to analyze the game’s flaws, such as the weapon-breaking thing and the general aimlessness of both the narrative and gameplay, to argue that these supposed flaws, and others, are actually not flaws at all, but instead some of the game’s greatest strengths.

So, if you’re interested in the two Z’s, Zen and Zelda, bookmark oncomputer.games, because that’s where I’m going to upload the essay, which will be called Breath of the Now Now. It should be up in a few weeks, hopefully, if my focus holds.

That’s another thing I’ve been doing: rebuilding oncomputer.games. A good friend and I built this site back in April 2023. The original idea was to release nostalgia-focused essays on video games, which we resolved to exclusively call “computer games,” because that’s what grandma used to call video games back in the day when it was a bright summer day and you were holed up in your room playing Chrono Cross or whatever: “STOP PLAYING THOSE DAMN COMPUTER GAMES AND GO OUTSIDE.” The first essay was a review I wrote on Final Fantasy XII, which you can still read but is about 5,000 words too long and so dry that I wouldn’t recommend it. But after that essay, oncomputer.games veered into more bizarre territory, merging philosophy, history, personal stories, and even tanuki lore with computer games. Between my friend and me, we wrote about 23 long-form essays before it all got too competitive, and we basically ended up wanting to rip each other’s heads off; and by the end of 2023, some nasty words were exchanged via text message, at which point my friend deleted all his stuff from the site and didn’t speak to me for over a year. And I wrote about this exact situation in some detail in the essay/short story titled I, SEPHIROTH, which can be read on the site, so I won’t get into all that here.

In December 2024, my friend and I got back in touch and mended the grievous psychic wound, but for about a year there, I imagine we were both stewing in envy and denial and angst, at least I was. I let the oncomputer.games domain name lapse, and the site fell into obscurity, but I kept writing oncomputer.games-style essays for a while, posting them on a different site, howdoyouspell.cool, and then eventually on Substack, and then eventually on Dreamwidth. 

About a month ago, however, I realized that my desire to write was waning a bit, and I started thinking back to those oncomputer.games days, about how much I was writing back then, even though most of my writing was pretty bad, and I realized something: the competition between my friend and me motivated me, drove me to write when I otherwise would not have written, and I started to miss those days. I thought to myself, if I could temper that competitive spirit with some self-awareness, and use it all in a friendly way, perhaps that will drive me to write more, and frankly oncomputer.games was just cool as fuck, if I do say so myself. So I texted my friend out of the blue and said, “Hey, let’s do oncomputer.games again,” and surprisingly he had been thinking the same thing, and so immediately he said YES.

They say never to lease an apartment or start a business with your best friend, or at least I think they do, and I know this to be true from firsthand experience, but I hvae awlays had a hrad tmie wtih teh wohle leanring tihng. I guess we’ll see how long this lasts before we're both dead or dying.

But so and anyway, about a week ago, I renewed the oncomputer.games domain name, spent several hours on the Wayback Machine copying my friend’s old deleted essays, reposting those deleted essays and backdating them to their original post dates, and then I uploaded all my own OCG-style stuff that wasn’t originally posted on OCG to OCG, and now I’m working on an essay titled Breath of the Now Now. And I have ideas for other stuff too, like an essay about The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time titled “Pulling the Master Sword,” recounting carefree events from my childhood, pre-“pulling the Master Sword,” and comparing them to my responsibility-ridden adulthood, post-“pulling the Master Sword,” and another one using Chrono Cross to argue for and against determinism and free will. Knowing me, both of these essays will probably end up not happening at all now, now that I’ve loosely committed to them here, but we’ll see.

So yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve also been reading I Am a Cat, which is a classic Japanese novel told from the perspective of a cat with no name that satirizes human behavior, and I’ve been listening to the band Ivy a lot, particularly their album Apartment Life, and I’ve just recently been listening to Gorillaz’s new album The Mountain, which has this one song, “Orange County,” that’s one of the catchiest songs in the universe, so maybe you shouldn’t give that one a listen unless you want the little whistle melody stuck in your head for days.

Anyway. I think, going forward, with my focus for the time being on writing long-form essays for oncomputer.games, I’ll use this space to write more general “what’s going on in my life” journal entries, like an old LiveJournal from the early 2000s or something, and occasionally I may post essays or short stories that wouldn’t fit on oncomputer.games here.

But actually who knows. My mind could change tomorrow. I have recently given up trying to wrangle the old gray matter, instead just going where it wants to take me, with the flow, as they say. When it comes to hobbies and other activities meant to be fun, I’ve found that forcing myself to do something contrary to my immediate whimsy makes those things not very fun at all, and after a long day of adulting or whatever, what I really want is simply to relax and enjoy myself, within reason.

It may be a little hedonistic, but right now, with where my head’s at, and with all the crazy shit that’s going on in the world, I think a little bit of hedonism won’t hurt.


A Day Among the Animals

Mar. 2nd, 2026 12:05 pm
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A trip to the Safari Park with Eitan and my parents was just what I needed.

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Caroline Criado Perez "Invisible Women" (Vintage)




Filled with important data pointing out the myriad ways that women have been neglected in building society around the world is an eye opening relevation,and so depressing, that it took me forever to read it.

Criado Perez is thorough. She explores not just the commonly known areas where women have been historically unplanned for, like medicine and the workplace, but also transportation, public toilets, the internet, refugee camps, and the list goes on and on. She ends with summing up her work into three themes that "define women's relationship with the world". One is the invisibility of the female body - neglecting to take into account the female body in medicine, technology, and architecture - and how it has led to injury, death, and a world where women just don't fit. Two is, ironically, the hyper-visibility of the female body. Male sexual violence against women and how we don't measure it and don't design spaces to account for it or limit it. And third, the unaccounted and unpaid care work of which women do more than their fair share. In our current world, "human" equals "male".

Her main solution to all of this is getting women in the position to be involved in decisions. To me, this seems undoubtedly correct, though I think part of that equation has to be getting men involved evenly in the unpaid care work at the same time.

I do love her last line:

"And so, to return to Freud's 'riddle of femininity', it turns out that the answer was staring us in the face all along. All 'people' needed to do was to ask women."

This is a book everyone should read, but fair warning that it isn't comfortable or easy reading

An Interesting Variety of Music

Feb. 23rd, 2026 01:59 am
[personal profile] dandylover1
(Catchup - 1 March 2026)
Hello, Dear Readers. As I was looking at the music review for these filler entries, I realised that they were all relatively short. So instead of writing several short entries with only music, I am going to combine them into one. If you would rather see smaller entries throughout the month, please let me know, and I shall comply in the future. For now, I hope you enjoy this interesting variety of music, with some humour for good measure.

Thoughts on Weber Invitation to the Dance, and Ouvertüre Der Freischütz, Unknown: ON ILKLA MOOR BAHT'AT, Fenby: Rossini On Ilkla Moor - Overture, and Gounod: Petite Symphonie )

Music and a Blizzard

Feb. 26th, 2026 11:18 pm
[personal profile] dandylover1
(Catchup - 1 March 2026)
Hello, Dear Readers. Let's start with some music.
thoughts on S. Rachmaninoff: Cello Sonata Op. 19, III. Andante, and Dvorak: Song to the moon )

The blizzard was quite bad, but my family kept making laugh, particularly Joanie. Every time she checked the estimates for the amount of asnowfall, it kept rising, so D and A told her to stop, and we all laughed. Joanie loves the cold, so she was in her element. Mom and I didn't like the fact that she kept insisting on shovelling, but when either of my parents want to do something, no one and nothing will stop them. Ultimately, it still didn't equal the Blizzard of Ninety-six, but it wasn't flurries, either. Both of my nephews were off from school on Monday and Tuesday, so naturally, they were thrilled. I was just glad for hot coffee, my hearter, and my blanket.

In a Happy, Musical Mood

Feb. 28th, 2026 11:05 pm
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Hello, Dear Readers. Well, it's the last day of this very short month. Let's start with some wonderful music!

Thoughts on Carl Ditters von Dittersdorf: Double bass Concerto )

I was planning to have all of the fillers done by today, but they will either be completed by the end of tonight or tomorrow. Most will be musical entries with some small updates, since nothing much happened recently. But tonight was extremely funny. All of us were in a very comical mood and kept feeding off of each other, making the laughter flow. I love nights like this. It certainly didn't hurt that the food was delicious. Joanie made steak and baked potatoes. The potatoes were absolutely huge! That is actually what started us laughing. She put one in a big bowl for me, and it took up the whole thing so that the steak had to be put in another!

Tonight, I had fun listening to Francesco Dadi, a new (very old) singer to add to my collection. Someone mentioned him when I said that, though he is not my usual fair, for the pure Neapolitan accent, I usually choose Caruso, since he was from there. He suggested I try Dadi, which I did, and was very impressed by his voice and inflections. But really, what is it with singers named Francesco! That was Tamagno's first name, and also that of another heavy tenor (probably a dramatic) named Signorini, another new (very old) one whom I also like. My liste of dramatic tenors is very small, since I find most later ones to be annoying. It seems they shout rather than sing and have absolutely no lyricism in their voices. My list includes Francesco Tamagno (obviously), Giovanni Battista De Negri (who literally sang Otello when Tamagno was ill so is a direct contemporary), Francesco Signorini, Bernardo De Muro (the most lyric of all, to the point that I wish he sang some lighter repertoir), and Franco Corelli(the youngest, but still a great singer). And while I know he wasn't a dramatic but a spinto, I am still going to include Giacomo Lauri-Volpi, because he sang Otello and lived, with voice intact, to tell the tale, though knowing his reputation, it was probably with a terrible attitude. I actually wrote a huge list of singers that I enjoy here, divided by voice type for the men. The women were added later, as someone mentioned them. I normally focus on male singers but there are a few very good female ones that I included.

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Name: C.K. or Chester

Age: 36, nearly 37, growing old mandatory, growing up optional

I mostly post about: Culture Club/Boy George & Jon Moss (my hyperfixation of 22 years and counting), Linkin Park, wrestling (classic SMW/WWF, Jim Cornette, and my deeply cursed WWE 2K25 Universe), my OCs who are realer to me than most people, witchcraft/spirit work/folk healing/moon rituals/grief magic, retro gaming, emotional overshares that read like journal entries from a possessed poet, fanfiction that makes people unwell at 2am, chaos, and the occasional Reddit food rabbit hole

My hobbies are: Writing fic that's 70% emotional breakdown, 20% worldbuilding, and 10% people getting railed in a meaningful way, hexing cults with sigils and sass, collecting music like a religion, drawing OCs, being a haunted glitter goblin with eyeliner and vengeance, building 48-year fanfiction universes with fully documented timelines and named children, going to work like a normal person and coming home a completely different entity

My fandoms are: Culture Club (I'm writing a massive AU called Colour By Numbers spanning 1978-2026, and a supernatural [not the show] fic called The Rhythm of the Hollow), Linkin Park (Bennoda forever), wrestling (SMW/WWF/WCW but mainly the universes in my head)

I'm looking for people who: are too weird for Reddit, too raw for Instagram, too smart for Twitter/X, overshare about their OCs like a religion, cry over character development, understand that Jon Moss deserved better, write long posts, and don't find it weird that I've named all the children in my fictional universe including the surprise baby

My posting schedule: Erratic. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes I vanish for three weeks and return with an entire AU timeline and a new OC

Dealbreakers: Racism, ableism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism, being a dick, Scientology apologists, anyone who thinks Mike Shinoda is evil because of an Instagram reel, "isn't wrestling fake?", "you still like Linkin Park?"


Before adding me: I'm a trans man (he/him, they/them). Autistic and ADHD. I write mpreg unapologetically. I am a Zionist and tired of explaining what that actually means. Pro-AI. I smoke weed. I am extremely defensive of Jon Moss and will write essays about it. My AO3 is CampCornette69 and yes that's a wrestling reference

Weather, a Nice Man, and a Haircut

Feb. 27th, 2026 11:13 pm
[personal profile] dandylover1
(Catchup - 28 February 2026)
Hello, Dear Readers. Today's reminder reads "Music, haircut, in thirties but felt warm, nice man asking about crossing street." Let's start with the music. Today's selection is quite an unusual one.

Thoughts on Vaughan Williams: Concerto in F minor for Bass Tuba and Orchestra )

As you could probably tell by my earlier entries, the weather this week has been absolutely miserable, and I don't just mean because I don't like the cold. We had a huge blizzard, as i told DB we would. I think we got several feet of snow. Prior to that, the temperatures were in the single digits and felt like below zero with the windchill. And we had more snow and cold before that, along with M's death, taking in D and A, etc. For obvious reasons, therefore, I haven't had my hair cut in a long time. It was driving me mad! So when Mom told me a few days ago that I had an appointment for today at eleven o'clock, I didn't mind at all! I wore my jacket, of course, but surprisingly, I didn't need it! It was strange, because although it was definitely in the thirties, it didn't feel like it at all. There was no breeze and the sun was shining. However, there was still snow on the ground, which made finding parking difficult. Joanie told me to get out of the car and wait for her on the kerb, which I did. While I was waiting, a very nice gentleman asked "do you need help crossing the street". I said "no, thank you. I'm waiting for someone". He said "have a nice day" and I wished him well. Then, he left. There was no arguing, no grabbing, and no disrespect whatsoever. I have heard many horror stories by other blind people, so this was a welcome experience. Once we stepped inside, Joanie saw an old friend whom she hadn't seen in since before Covid. She was a pleasant woman whom I'd heard about but not met, so that was nice. Overall, I'm just glad to get all of this hair off of my head! I like my hair very short, as it's light and easy to comb. Anyone who knows me knows that femininity and I have nothing to do with each other.

Next Fest!

Feb. 26th, 2026 09:45 pm
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Taking time off from the horrors to play some demos.

Anyone play anything good this round? Here's what I've tried.


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Feb. 25th, 2026 07:22 pm
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I bought a new duvet cover. Teal with polka dots. I feel like Minnie Mouse.

microfiction

Feb. 25th, 2026 07:07 pm
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Today's prompt word was "cascade" but what I ended up thinking about was apocalypse-revelation.

Have something portentous!

what level of apocalypse are you on? )

~Bugs me how he's playing that thing.

Feb. 25th, 2026 10:27 am
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I watched this vid recently about Suno.ai and AI generated music which was really interesting, if bleak. At one point, the guy asks people who use Suno three questions.

The first question was what did Suno do that DAWs and traditional music couldn't do? And the answers came down to three recurring things: it was fast, it was cheap, and it replaced having a friend to talk to about your work.

The second question was if people thought that they had a unique style in their AI music, and the answer was obviously no. A few people tried to say the parts they contributed like lyrics were unique to them, but come on now.

The third question, which really fascinated me, asked who their favorite AI artists were, and what AI artists influenced or inspired them. Obviously no AI artists were mentioned because it's all slop, but the majority of respondents said "me". Like, the music they were generating was their favorite. Some people said that their own AI generated music was the only thing they listened to anymore, because why listen to anything else? The music they were generating was exactly to their tastes.

One of the things that tech billionaires need to do to keep the money flowing for them is to create needs where there aren't any, then sell you a solution to that need. This gets clear in the first couple minutes of the video, where the Suno CEO talks about how music needs to be more like video games because video games make a lot of money, and why can't music do that too! We need to gamify music, make it multiplayer, sell meaningful consumption experiences! The arrogance of thinking you need to fix music of all things is so repellent to me, but vultures gotta vultch. The CEO talks a lot about giving "power to the people" re: making music, which the guy points out isn't giving power to the people, it's giving power to Suno. Suno goes down, and suddenly all those people aren't making music anymore.

Anyway, trying to get back to my original point, the answers to the second and third question keep going around in my head. Not having your own distinct style or voice didn't seem to matter to a lot of the Suno users, although a few of them seemed a bit shame-faced about not having one, thus trying to make excuses about how they really DID have one if you squint. The entire point of a creative art to me is finding and expressing your own voice, having something to say. Something you want to get out. Not having a style or voice and not really caring really emphasizes what music is to these users - a product, something to consume until the next thing. Notably, something that doesn't involve other people at all.

The third question, where they just listened to their own slop music forever, is so masturbatory and they were all so strangely proud of it. Combined with the previous answer, where all the music being generated has no unique style or aspects to it, where nothing the creators are putting into it is coming out in any kind of meaningful way, emphasizes how disposable music has become in this mindset. This isn't accounting for people trying to make money off this slop either, although that's another aspect of it.
(As the refrain goes, why should I bother reading/listening/watching something no one could be bothered to make? Because maybe if i make enough slop i can make free money money money money)

But the three questions have a uniting theme throughout them - it's isolating. Don't ask a friend for advice or help with a song you're making, ask the company! Don't worry about developing a unique style or voice or standing out in any way, disappear into the masses and enjoy product! Don't listen to other people's music or talk with them or make groups to connect with each other, just listen to your own product! You don't need anyone else, just Suno and your product! All you need is Suno! Just give Suno your money and accept that Suno is the future, it's so easy! You get product made just for you! Except not really, but close enough! Don't need people or community or skills, just Suno!

It made me think about a post I wrote a while back about Hypnospace Outlaw, about the very human desire to create communities wherever we can, even if that space is inherently hostile to that desire. When humans can connect, we hold onto that as long as we can, usually until something forces our hands apart. God knows Twitter is a horrible cesspit, but people stay there because they've made communities there, they know people there (and they need money sometimes, but aside from that). People are willing to put up with a lot to keep a community, it's hard-wired into us. We want to talk to and interact with each other in one way or another. The guy in the video points out that the second the Covid restrictions went down, people went out to concerts and stuff as quickly as they could because we want to see each other in real life. We want to see music.

The Suno model, which can extend out to most GenAI models, is inherently an isolating thing. It lets you create what you want without any input from anyone else, gives you a fake friend you can talk to so you don't have to talk to a real person. It can do it fast and cheap, and it's almost good enough. You get wrapped up in a bubble of just what you want to hear, something that doesn't need other people because AI can present enough of an illusion of a real person. And this isn't happening in a vacuum, tech billionaires want to encourage reliance on their services so you'll keep paying for it.

Although there is an interesting wrinkle to this - the Suno CEO said he didn't want people using it to go into self-isolating bubbles like that, that he wanted to encourage "multiplayer" experiences. But what did he really expect?

Cutting ties to real people to encourage people to rely on AI controlled by huge tech companies, a lot of which have fascist ties, isn't great. And preying on people's loneliness is part of the whole gameplan - there's some AI service that's been advertising on Tumblr lately saying it can make AI copies of your mutuals that you can talk to when they're asleep, or AI versions of your characters, etc. Basically the same concept - replace a real person with an AI person. It's convenient, it says what you want, it's always there, it's almost good enough. Isn't that enough?

This is such an insidious dismantling of a very human desire within us, it creeps me out. Humans want to interact with each other, we want to make communities, we want to share and learn. Art is about sharing! Making an impact! Getting stories and feelings out in some way for others to experience! Ripples of inspiration going outwards that impact people's lives! And being stuck in a bubble of your own generated AI music cuts off those ripples at the source. You aren't looking for other artists, and they sure aren't looking for you because what you're making is indistinct slop. Your slop doesn't have anything to say. No one has an AI artist role model, no one is influenced by AI music. By its nature it's worthless.

Humans have made communities in hostile places before, destroyed so often by the larger companies that control those spaces. Geocities, Angelfire, Delicious, LJ, Tumblr, Twitter, the list goes on and on. But in those cases, we were all still just humans interacting with each other. Now with AI, we have these facsimiles that can pass as a real human, that can divert people into little self-contained bubbles where they don't want to seek out or contribute to anything around them. All that exists for them is their slop and the company in charge. And if the company pulls that product, then they have nothing to fall back on, making them that much more reliant and dependent on the fake people they've made to take the place of real people. Divide and conquer, manufacture a need that they can leech off of forever.

I can't get over the idea of people listening to their own AI slop over anything else, getting stuck in a feedback loop like that. It's so creepy to me, so lonely and exploitable. Giving away so much just because you can generate slop that makes the happy chemicals in your brain, just for you. It really does seem like a drug, a quick high you can get addicted to to the exclusion of all else. There's been talk for years about a loneliness epidemic, about how people have had a lot of trouble making friends as the internet became more of an omnipresent force in our lives. With all the deaths and psychosis enduced with ChatGPT, we know that people are so desperate for even the illusion of another person that they'll lose themselves entirely in it, and that the people in charge will just let it happen. Encourage it to happen, even. Humans long for connection and community in an isolating age, and we're being given a lot of cloth mothers by tech billionaires trying to suck out every penny so they can bring about the techno-apocalypse. It's so disturbing.

THIS IS KIND OF A DOWNER SORRY

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[personal profile] zarla
I NEED TO MAKE A POST AAAAAAAA I constantly get stuck thinking of long posts and then they seem like too much work and I never do them!! I just have to do shorter ones and get them out there!! Bleaaghhhh

In stars-aligning type news, I've been doing a lot of good work on the next Vargas chapter! It was the Vargas anniversary like a week ago, which is one I constantly forget even though I usually try to keep track of this stuff. I had this really old meme I started in Flash ages ago I'd just found again, so I figured finishing that up would be something. So I did! I'd matched it to the source video so it's at a WAY higher framerate than usual, so Scri's little breakdance looks surprisingly smooth. It's also on Youtube if the Flash version isn't working for some reason. It should though, I have Ruffle set up so you can get the full experience! I used Swivel to convert it for Youtube which was so much easier than some other things I've had to do to get Flash videos into a workable format. I love the UI of Swivel, it's so dramatic and colorful and unique. I'm sick of the current minimalism trend in programs! Give me more elaborate UIs!

Oh right, Vargas chapter! Anyway, did a lot of good work the past few days smoothing out a lot of more tangled or awkward bits that had been bugging me for a while. I'm going to cut the chapter in half I think and just focus on getting this first part done and out. It's still like 20k so it's lengthy but it's more managable and it's at a good breaking point. It's been almost five years since the last update which is way too long lol. If I hadn't hurt my arm I'd be more on schedule! Or so I tell myself, anyway. I'd like to get it done before May... I'm mostly doing small adjustments with each pass now. I need to email my beta and see if she's still up for taking a look at it... god, 23 years, can you believe it? It's crazy to have characters 23 years old that still show up with some regularity that I still think about and write stuff for, haha. Even if there are long gaps, they're always going to be there. The number doesn't feel real to me at all. |D I wonder how many readers are younger than the fic itself at this point...?

It's still crazy to me how invested people get in the fic since it's so bizarre and long and complicated. It's so hard to pitch to people! And yet it seems to snag people and draw them in...

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Winifred Watson "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" (Persephone Classics)



Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is a book with two settings. It's either a charming, frothy Cinderella-esque fantasy where the eponymous character, teetering on the verge of destitution in 1930s London, sees her life transformed over the course of a single day following an accidental encounter with glamorous nightclub singer Delysia; or a brick-to-the-face of antisemitism, xenophobia, and that weird interwar insistence that what a woman really loves is a man who'll shake her, tell her they're an idiot, and insist that "obviously she needs a little physical correction."

Oof. The ratio of froth delight to yuck was such that I was just able to get through the book without throwing it away entire;y. While I've heard so many people recommend this as a much-loved comfort read, I don't think I'll be coming back to it. In fact, dear reader, avoid it.

Book 15 - Adrian McKinty "The Chain"

Feb. 21st, 2026 06:54 pm
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Adrian McKinty "The Chain" (Orion)




I was very intrigued by the plot. Someone kidnaps your daughter and to get her back you need to pay a ransom and kidnap someone else to take her place, to keep The Chain living. Certainly not your every day mystery thriller story.

With this plot, it is easy to assume that at the end, the daughter gets saved, the bad guy gets caught or killed, and that the hero will be the mother. It is crucial that the story takes you from beginning to end through a rollercoaster of emotions and thrills. And that's where this book fails.

The character are poorly developed. At no point in time, you feel the stress of the main characters or the fear of the victims. The bad guys don't even get on your head because, again, the characters are poorly developed. Protagonists get out of difficult situations without a sweat. Things happen, sure, but most of them don't matter.

I am surprised about the good reviews it has received, but to it's an absolute skip and not worth your time.

cumbia, krucial, snowy owl, sturgeon

Feb. 20th, 2026 11:56 am
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Cumbia
Sometimes I have perfectly wonderful dreams--this morning, for example. I dreamed I was invited onto the dance floor to dance cumbia. I've had exactly one cumbia lesson in my life--not even a whole lesson; it was tacked onto a salsa lesson. But in the dream, I put aside all timidity, joined my partner, and it was perfect. We were so in sync; we improvised--I can catch the feeling just writing these words. This had the same joy as dreams of flying: incredible, freeing movement.

Krucial
The cashier was a young guy with fluffy hair pulled back in a pony tail. His name tag said "Krucial."
"That's an awesome name," I said.
"My mom gave it to me. It was on a wrapper," he said. [Maybe related to this: Krucial Rapid Response]
"That's great," I said. "You're crucial for your mom!"
"Awww, thank you!" he said, and and we high-fived.

Snowy Owl
A snowy owl has been hanging out near where I live. All the birders in the area are going there and taking pictures of it, and some of these have filtered into my social media, and they're magnificent, like this one, by someone named Dale Woods:
Snowy owl in a snowy field of corn stubble

Sturgeon
Elsewhere on social media someone recommended the story "The Man Who Lost the Sea" (1959), by Theodore Sturgeon. I've never actually read anything by him, and the person linked to a 2009 reprint in Strange Horizons, so I gave it a read. The poster said it involved a surprising twist. Well not really: I understood the situation halfway through. But I liked the story all the same: the writing was lovely, and I wanted to see how the main character would realize the truth. This, very near the end, struck me especially:
For no farmer who fingers the soil with love and knowledge, no poet who sings of it, artist, contractor, engineer, even child bursting into tears at the inexpressible beauty of a field of daffodils—none of these is as intimate with Earth as those who live on, live with, breathe and drift in its seas.


If you want to read it, here's the link: "The Man Who Lost the Sea."

"Do You Love the Color of the Sky?"

Feb. 18th, 2026 11:18 pm
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It's extremely excellent to come across a short story completely at random, from someone I don't know at all, and then fall in love with it. (I love reading stories from people I know, too, of course! But in those cases, I already know I'm likely to love the story, whereas when it's by someone I don't know, it's an unexpected surprise.)

"Do You Love the Color of the Sky?" by Rachel Rosen was just such a story. In it, the curator of a museum that collects art and artifacts from the multiverse's doomed timelines (and who has a pet dodo from a timeline where dodos weren't hunted to extinction) is confronted by a thief from one of those doomed timelines who wants to take back what's either a plundered item or a rescued item, depending on what side of museum discourse you fall on. The multiverse is a great place for museum discourse, it turns out!

But beyond that, the story's just got a great narrative voice and some killer lines, such as...
Hadn't this always been the pattern of civilization? Tea and bullets were undeniably intertwined.

and
"But your world is dying."
I hadn't expected her smile. The bullet had been gentler.
"Every world dies," the thief said. "Even yours."

Here's how the thief is described on first appearance:
You can sometimes tell where [a multiverse traveler is] from at a glance. A gleaming bull’s horn on a chain around the throat, or a shangrak tattoo. A Hapsburg jaw or a colony of melanomas, if it’s one of the worse timelines. Not this woman. She had burst from the fire fully formed and innocent of all history.

And the various artifacts themselves, and the possibilities (or tragedies) of the various timelines are great.

Free to read here: "Do You Love the Color of the Sky?"

Rachel Rosen has also apparently written a short story titled, "What if we kissed while sinking a billionaire's yacht?" which short story lends its title to Issue One of Antifa Journal, with this great cover. To read the story requires purchasing the journal, but as an ebook it's only $4.99, so I'm sore tempted.
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There is another big bundle at Itch.io. This time proceeds go to support the Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota. The center has been at the front lines in combating the current administration's attack on Minnesotans, providing logistical and informational support to those targeted by ICE. As usual there are a handful of new games in this bundle in addition to megabundle staples. 

Even if game bundles are not your thing, if you want to support the victims of ICE in Minnesota right now the ILC is a good option for that. The news has moved away from the state now that the thuggery has gotten more understated, but a lot of people have suffered long term damage, both physically, to their livelihoods, and psychologically, and they continue to need support.

Hello everynyan

Feb. 18th, 2026 08:16 pm
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Name:Morgan :) 

Age: 23 

I mostly post about: The media I consume and my opinions on it, daily life occurences and complaints, thoughts about the internet and modern life 

My hobbies are: Playing videogames, watching movies and tv shows, drawing digitally, roleplaying in discord, coding 

My fandoms are: Game of thrones books, whatever actor I might be obssesed with ATM (currently daniel ings and david dastmalchian), dcu, doctor who, death stranding, fallout new vegas, cyberpunk 2077, kingdom come deliverance 

I'm looking to meet people who: are interested in interacting in eachothers posts even in small ways, like liking. creating and building an active community. people who read entire journal entries and anyone with interests similar to mine, also lgbt and neurodivergent people.

My posting schedule tends to be:It's sporadic, although I try to hit a daily pace

When I add people, my dealbreakers are: I have no deal breakers... for now? I just have fun with it

Before adding me, you should know: I'm a huuuuge leftist. I don't want right wing people interacting with me, ever. Also I complain alot, I swear like a sailor... if you're sensitive to swearing don't add me. Yay 

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