This is my kind of shoulder cat.

Full. Full resolution. That’s the only option. And for fuck’s sake, let’s get apple on board with images and video, too.

Tuesday is going to be fucking ugly. Wednesday is going to be worse.

Are they running so low on young people to molest they’ve resulted to youthful dolls?

Link will stab Chase with something, and then all of the workplace complaints will surface.

And great theme music

The British philosopher R G Collingwood noticed that the painter doesn’t invent painting, and the musician doesn’t invent the musical culture in which they find themselves. And for Collingwood this served to show that no person is fully autonomous, a God-like fount of creativity; we are always to some degree recyclers and samplers and, at our best, participants in something larger than ourselves.

But this should not be taken to show that we become what we are (painters, musicians, speakers) by doing what, for example, LLMs do – ie, merely by getting trained up on large data sets. Humans aren’t trained up. We have experience. We learn.

This is what happens when people try to apply philosophy to science. They get romantic and egotistical. “Oh, humanity, will your wondrous powers of learning ever be duplicated? Not by brutish machines, I daresay. They only do what they are told and learn what is given to them.”

Ohhhh boy. Don’t fuck with the space program.

If I go to a concert and the headliner is over an hour late, I’m leaving. No fucking way I’d wait 3 hours for some tangerine colored ape to throw feces at me.

Beautiful.

I hope Al sees this, because I think he’d think it’s hilarious.

And it slaps eternally.

Somehow an improvement to both.

The revolution will not be televised, but the brainrot will be retweeted, liked, and followed.

The Pass Go thing came from a friend of the family that came over for Christmas dinner one year. It went from $100 to $300 once all the properties were bought, and the reason was “so everyone can afford to land on hotel spaces.” So, yeah, completely defeating the point of late stage of the game.

This is it! Everyone I’ve ever met that hates monopoly doesn’t play by the rules. They don’t auction, they put all the money under free parking, and I’ve even had some people that increase the $100 when you pass go once all of the properties are bought. Of course you hate the game, you’ve been playing it wrong.

It would be a lot of fun, and I may do a one shot with it, but right now I have a two-year-old homebrew campaign that takes all of my DM prep time, so it’ll stay on the backburner for a while.

I’ll spoil it for you. The new “King” is a wanna-be evil wizard who is stealing magical artifacts from all over the land, all while trying to establish his own kingdom. He thinks that he can point suspicion elsewhere if he hires someone to look into the murder that he caused, all while setting up his own fiefdom in Cam, but then some out of town adventurers with actual muscle come in and fuck everything up. What follows is the evil wizard trying to frame the heroes for murder while also taking them out without drawing attention to himself. I think at some point there will be a heist, likely before the final battle, where the heroes steal the wizard’s artifacts and then use all of his ill-gotten gains against him.

That’s what I thought of when I was writing that. Knowing TTRPG players, that would all go out the window during session 1 when they decide to befriend the wizard and help him rule.

Before we get too much further into this, I’m gonna stop it. Lemmy isn’t really cut out for long term play, and I have to get to work on my campaign for next week. Peb, Ferro, it’s been a pleasure. May all your twenties be nat.

The king seems a little startled at your sudden declaration. He eyes you up and down, and then clears his throat.

“Ahem. Yes. It seems we have some volunteers, but they seem to be from another kingdom. Surely, one of the fine folk of Cam would readily take up the call?”

No one steps forward. The king seems a little apprehensive, and an insight roll tells you that he seems worried, but you can’t be sure about what.

“Uhh, I see. Very well, then, adventurer. What is your name?”