Okay, genocide is an interesting suggestion. Maybe we could just try living without data centers and car first infrastructure first and see how that goes?
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here.
Might have the parasite and my boss has left me on read for the last two hours.
I just want to know how to call in sick if needed and if it would be okay to WFH on Monday if I'm still feeling like death.
I hate when people at work ask you what books you are reading for professional development. I am reading books to counteract the effects of being professionally developed. I am reading books that bring me back to being human.
Imagine like 1880 and your brain is so pure that a guy playing the fiddle around a campfire juices your dopamine so hard you literally get up and start dancing.
Guillermo del Toro: “Absolutely no goddamn AI. It’s much more expensive, I don’t care. What we’re protecting is the beauty and the redeeming power of art”
Nobody has ever made the dark feel as real as old Disney did.
In these films the night isn't an absence of light. It's a color, and someone mixed it by hand…
Disney had its own paint laboratory, built by a woman named Mary Weiser, the first of its kind in animation. Its job was to invent shades that did not exist yet. In the early thirties, when the studio was still making shorts, there were around eighty shades on the shelves. By the time they finished Snow White there were fifteen hundred.
Every one of them went on by hand, cel by cel, and each cel needed hours to dry before it could be photographed.
The Ink and Paint department was almost entirely women. According to the Walt Disney Family Museum, the paints were sometimes named after them, and to have a color carry your name was considered an honour.
So the dark of Bambi's forest, the lamplight in Geppetto's workshop, the blue at Cinderella's attic window: none of it is a filter or a setting or a dimmer turned down. Each is a specific colour that a specific person mixed in a jar, and some of those jars had her name on the label.
That is why these scenes still feel more alive than anything made since. We went from hands, to computers, to AI, and at every step there is a little less of the person left in it…
The author Joanna Maciejewska said it better than anyone: "I want AI to do my laundry and dishes so that I can do art and writing, not for AI to do my art and writing so that I can do my laundry and dishes."
If you order food for the office from an anti LGBTQ+ chain quarterly, I think your queer employees should get to work from home.
If you aren't going to stop giving money to a company that tries to erase queer people, the least you can do is let us avoid the spectacle of hatred.
They were called Lean Pockets and they tasted like Hot Pockets and they were still bad for you but they had the word "lean" in their name, which made them healthy at the time.