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@quoiquecesoit.bsky.social

linguists HATE them because of this one weird trick

"well, if you refuse on principle to play video games made with LLMs, then i hope you're okay with also boycotting anything triple a that came out in the last 2 years!!" my guy have you seen the price of hardware lately? i am writing this from my one laptop, that i wish could dark souls 3 (it can't)

Alison sent this my way following the daft wee poppy game I wrote. What a piece of writing! From 1938! "What a tremendous, ironic thought it is: that the only time there is silence in an armament factory is for two minutes, when we remember the men killed by the very kind of things we are making!"

Alison Atkin@alisonatkin.bsky.social · 3y ago

After his career as a jazz musician, Spike Hughes was a composer, journalist, and broadcaster. While working, he covered the ceremony at the Cenotaph for much of the 1930s. I came across his work while researching something else entirely, but I wanted to share this, from 1938.

Saturday, November 12 1938 

This time I did not go.. 

By Spike Hughes 

A FEW doors away from where I live there is a big block of buildings. Its inhabitants spend their lives in wheeled chairs. They sit out in the sun by the gates. Some of them don't see the sun because they're blind. None of them has any legs that he can walk on. 

I bought my poppy yesterday, because I know some of the men it helps. They are the men in the wheeled chairs. 

I bought my poppy, but I stayed at home all morning. During recent years I have gone to the Cenotaph on Armistice Day, watched the ceremony from the roof of the Ministry of Labour and come back to the office to write about it. 

This year I preferred to be alone. 

I know the Cenotaph ceremony by heart-the clockwork precision of the whole affair, the sombre row of Cabinet Ministers, the sad tunes played by the pipers, the pigeons that swirl over the roof tops when the maroons are fired, the striking of Big Ben. 

SOMETIMES there is a different

We can say, firmly, "this is not inevitable" because we see it. Every submittee who wrote "FUCK AI" in their submission notes, please know you buoyed my spirit this year. Genuinely. I want to take that positive movement and pass it on.

We regret to inform you that Pringles has suffered a massive data breach and hackers now have your voting records and complete sexual history

once i tried on a nice looking pair of trews in an edinburgh (morningside or newington, i'm not sure) charity shop, and only then noticed an odd lump in one of the pockets, that turned out to be a used handkerchief. i decided not to buy the dead man's snot

i despise ks for her role in the current everything and yet now i'm angry about being made to feel empathy for her! i am also from the north east and her description of the decline in her hometown, somewhere i have literally been *on holiday*, affects me! fuck you, ks! sort yourself out ffs

worms cited@christa.bsky.social · 7d ago

Kathleen has a problem where she now writes columns for a living but is not interesting. She sporadically does novel bigotry for the Times and otherwise does columns like “these are the shops in my hometown”