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Playing Interdimensional Vending Machine and . . . this is the first thing you give me, game? Really?
Playing Interdimensional Vending Machine and . . . this is the first thing you give me, game? Really?
Aa-aa-aa-and done!
So I like Hualian better than the main pairings in SVSSS or MDZS (no shade on either, mostly just a personal preference thing), but the story itself I think suffered from being unfocused in places and with, honestly, a pretty disappointing villain reveal.
Still a fun read, and with some parts that will live rent free with me forever.
They turned the water off in the building this morning for maintenance reasons and oh gods I just want to brush my teeeeeeeeeeeeeth . . .
I’ve pretty hard-blocked almost all bots from my sites over the last year or so and, yeah. This is why.
Fuck AI, basically.
Why do we tolerate it? Because if you can’t fight it, you normalize it. That way, you don’t kill yourself from the shame of not fixing it. People much smarter than me have been writing about this for centuries. Artists, real artists, the kind that bleed themselves into their work compulsively, with disastrous consequences to their health and legacy, have only ever had this as their message. We are divided between lions and Cassandras. One side will win. The other side was right.
Film Freak Centrals reviews the
.Not...dead...yet.
Forget where I was, but here's what I've finished lately.
Currently I'm reading Of Monsters and Mainframes by Barbara Truelove, and after a wobble at the start where I was kind of unsure if I was going to like the main AI character, it GRABBED me and I've loved it ever since.
Accidental Raider Rowan Dane has something of a "Disney Princess" way with animals. But will that work on an ultracite titan?
It all goes to shit when I realize what’s wrong with Tran.
She’s felt weird since she arrived, sort of soft-edged and fuzzy. I didn’t think much of it at first; girl’s had a rough few months, Wyrd tugged this way and that, so it’s not surprising if she’s feeling a bit frayed around the edges.
The feeling gets worse the longer we stay in the church. Lee and I don’t have a script, exactly, but we did do a rundown of the way we want things to go. Lee worries that she’s not much of an actor, that she won’t be able to sell the dialogue to Tran enough when the time comes. I tell her not to worry. I can fill in any gaps she can’t, for starters, and secondly just because this shit is going down staged doesn’t mean the feels behind it aren’t burning bright and real.
So I tell Lee she’ll be fine. And she is, taking to her Wyrd like a clown to a horror film. Lee’s not the problem. Tran is.
Weird bouncing straight from a YouTube ex-Mormon rabbit hole into Dragula and finding both talk a great deal about girls "wearing their garments," hey.
Truly the sort of content fandom.ink was founded for.
Buying a whole basket full of black dye pods to finish dying the towels and getting smirked at knowingly by the checkout girl with her dyed black hair and winged eyeliner and piercings . . .
My actual physical TBR shelf is one of those floating IKEA LACK shelves and it, uh. Wobbled in the drywall when I tried to stack the two encyclopedias on it. So. Better read them I guess.
Just through the “history recap” section (covering “prehistory” to just before Stormblood) and, okay. That did clear up a lot of the timeline stuff in game I’d been confused about (the Allagans, the War of the Magi, etc.).
Still only like a quarter of the way through the book, though, and there are like . . . three? Four? Volumes of this thing! I guess no-one ever accused FFXIV of not being a lore-heavy world . . .
Damn, I miss those days. There were no big walled gardens, no Twitter or Facebook. If you had anything to say to anyone, you had to put together your own website. It was amazing. No one knew what they were doing; I’d wager that the vast majority of web designers at the time were clueless hobbyist tweens (like me) all copying from other clueless hobbyist tweens. Half the Web was fan portals about Animorphs, with inexplicable splash pages warning you that their site worked best if you had a 640×480 screen. (Any 12-year-old with insufficient resolution should, presumably, buy a new monitor with their allowance.) Everyone who was cool and in the know used Internet Explorer 3, the most advanced browser, but some losers still used Netscape Navigator so you had to put a “Best in IE” animated GIF on your splash page too.
From a
.Related to the clicker game, and reminding me that I really need to learn to use flexbox
and grid
properly . . .