Drew

trying not to grow up

[Drew @callousboy]

Sharing my favorite gay-themed books and movies. Link in bio

[christoph @Halalcoholism]

ICE CREAM FLAVOURS AVAILABLE INSTORE TODAY:

Salted caramel

Strawberry

Ube, paying tribute to the exploited farmers of the Philippines & acknowledging the impact of colonization on the traditional owners of the land, the Igorot, the Ilocano, the Cebuano & many others

Chocolate

[sam lessin 🏴‍☠️ @lessin]

... oh and if you want to read not as screenshots ... https://t.co/3CCeIphV9W

[Orson Scott Card @orsonscottcard]

Addendum: How I did it -- once.

My only start-quick novel was Ender's Game. I had had some traction with the novelet “Ender's Game,” and I had already committed to its main character as the protagonist of Speaker for the Dead. I needed a novel version of Ender's Game to properly set up Speaker, so readers of the EG novel would be prepared to pick up the story 3,000 years later. (Time dilation in lightspeed flight allowed frequent travelers to live through millennia.)

I already knew, from expanding Mikal's Songbird into the novel Songmaster, that you don't novelize a short story by tacking twenty chapters onto the end. If the short story works, you start way earlier, developing characters and situations leading up to the same climax and resolution that worked so well in the short form. (If they did not work well, why are you novelizing it in the first place?)

So to set up the story of EG, which began when Ender was given command of his own “army” in the orbiting Battle School, I went back to when he was chosen, and chose, to be taken out of his childhood home at around the age of six. Rigorous testing had led to Ender Wiggin being one of the most promising young recruits (draftees) to be trained to fight the invading hive queens.
To show Ender's childhood family, I handled it quickly by putting Ender in my own family, back when there were only three of us kids. In my family, my sister was eldest, and a four-year gap between me and my older brother made us anything but close. So Ender grew up with a hostile older brother and a protective and kindly older sister — both of whom had come close to being drafted themselves.

Every vile thing Peter did to Ender, my own brother had done to me. Every in-joke between Ender and Valentine was based on real memories shared with my sister. In this tiny cell, the parents seemed as distant as prison guards, quite unlike my own parents, who were in the main much more nurturing and involved. 1/3 🧵 ➡️

[KarlosTheFog 🦋☁️ @KarlosTheFog]

This immediately reminds me of the Bram Stoker’s letter to Walt Whitman.

https://t.co/LpnG4PKgXv

[Brendan McCord 🏛️ x 🤖 @Brendan_McCord]

Mockup of how would @AnthropicAI's new labor automation chart would've looked 200 years ago.

For our ancestors, the outer ring would be almost unrecognizable.

"Computer & math" was nonsensical. Medicine and law were tiny and barely professionalized.

The first photo was just about to be taken, so it would have been unfathomable to have a single blockbuster gross more than the entire gross national product of that period.

"Office & admin" barely existed as a concept; counting-houses employ a tiny literate class.

Agriculture alone consumed maybe 70-80% of the labor force in the US.

There was a thick band of artisanal trades that don't map onto any single modern category: coopering, blacksmithing, weaving, tanning, milling.

Clergy was a major professional category and Maritime labor was its own significant sector.

[Daniel Lefferts @daniel_lefferts]

I have a short story in the Yale Review! It’s got everything: evil gays, Florida, credit card points, bloodshed. Thank you to Clare Sestanovich for the excellent edits. Enjoy 🔪 https://t.co/vTSSZilAiw

[Petersen 4-Ever @petersenvargas]

FIVE BOYS. ONE NIGHT. TIME TO MEET THEM.

Here's the official trailer of Petersen Vargas' 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃����𝙎 𝙄 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂

World Premiere at the 28th 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟 https://t.co/uwpYrgwNbD

[Drew @callousboy]

RgAexllMaT

[David Altizer @thumbnaildavid]

Not only is this moment historical, but the photo that @evanvucci took is also perfect.

The level of compositional mastery comes from over two decades of experience in the field and a sharpness that only comes from thousands and thousands of "reps."

1/5

[jackierích o'luddshaw @jack_luddy]

stilcar watching paul mercedes summon a su-balud with all-wheel drive (he is the nissan al-gaib)

[Drew @callousboy]

@gogogoboie Any and all relationships need open & clear communication to thrive. Love won’t keep it alive without the rest of the work that’s needed, like commitment and yes, compromise when needed.

[Drew @callousboy]

What if you could respond to rage with empathy & kindness

[derek guy @dieworkwear]

new rosen collection looks killer. modeled here by my friend @the_rosenrot, but the clothes are unisex so anyone can wear them.

🔗: https://t.co/Eom9FRXL5n

[Christian Keil @pronounced_kyle]

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"

"So... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"So what does the meat have in mind."

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat?"

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we can marked this sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotation ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."

--

Terry Bisson, 1991

[The Verge @verge]

The Apple Vision Pro is the best consumer headset anyone’s ever made — and that’s the problem.

Our review:
https://t.co/nZIXSSyR0K

[Matt Webb 🌸🌼 genmon.fyi @genmon]

I made an AI clock for my bookshelves! It tells the time with a new poem EVERY MINUTE composed by ChatGPT. And it has... weird vibes??

tl;dr it's on Kickstarter as of right now

I want to tell you the story because I didn't mean to do this...

[Drew @callousboy]

11 months in. Slow progress on the PRs but getting there on the mass 🙏🏼

[Drew @callousboy]

@not_alfonso Just a helpless baby gae ���🥺🥺