so I spent awhile poking around satellite gmaps last night whilst falling asleep. consequently my dreams were 100% 'sort and contain(?) smalls towns on a map to prevent this wild animal from attacking you' 1. most Me possible nightmare 2. I Am Not Rested :/
local void in the nearby universe
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a sustained heartache and a dark fever L Savich. SFFH author, Mpls lurker, concert cryptid, industrial wasteland fiend, recorder of liminal spaces. Saves all his proofreading for manuscripts. www.mortalmachine.net (currently on hiatus)
started a small version of this to get the hang of some things like how glaze medium behaves, and transparency in regular acrylic vs acrylic gouache
this thing reaches at least to my ribs, i know there are bigger canvases but for someone who primarily works on stuff that fits in my lap, this is practically a monument it stalled out on the star shape & i started adding eruptions of the kind of patterns found on phalaenopsis to break the edges up
was stupid and watched a horror movie that actually scared me who wants to come have a sleepover 8(
By the way, you’re not frightened enough of prion diseases, not by half. Did you know that Chronic Wasting Disease can be taken up by plants where an infected deer died, travel up into leafy tissues, and infect new deer? Or any other herbivorous mammal? www.cell.com/iscience/ful...
Plants as vectors for environmental prion transmission
Ecology; Biological sciences; Microbiology; Plant biology; Interaction of plants with organisms
cell.com
There's a very loud, melodic bird yelling about something outside, and it fits in weirdly well with the Thief album I have on right now.
GIVE ME A PAPER MENU PUT YOUR STORE HOURS ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE DOOR PUT THE MOVIE SHOWTIMES ON THE MARQUEE LET ME PAY IN CASH LET ME ORDER FROM A HUMAN INSTEAD OF A TOUCHSCREEN GIVE ME A LOYALTY STAMPCARD THAT'S AN ACTUAL CARD AND NOT AN APP
I would like my brain to play nice about living around any other people at all so I don't have to get anxiously mad about *possible* scenarios that don't even fucking matter
buddy i have never used it. i don't know how to use it. i don't know if it's an app or what. i will never use it. if it disappeared today i'd go out and celebrate because it being gone would be instantly great for the planet and humanity
Guys like this don’t realize that they are the freak
I had the thought a week or so ago that maybe it was good that I've been doing so much drafting and storynoodling longhand in notebooks in case anyone ever calls into question whether I use AI in my writing. Unfortch now I'm v conscious of whenever I shorthand something like "insert segue here". :/
'You'll choke too' - an aerial embroidery landscape inspired by all the wildfires happening right now... I'm upset every time I smell smoke outside and somehow we have people starting them maliciously too! But we all breathe the same air so they'll choke too (1/2 - see thread for close-ups)
Friends, I'm trying to get the word out about One of Us. Please share.
We drive darkening, ghosted roads. In these last minutes of solar alchemy, every turn is towards folklore. We become one with the land's long memory. One with a hodology where every traveller is another time's temporal shade. We become high strangeness. – #DAKilroy, 1982
there's a dog in my neighborhood that sounds like some very upset person screaming nonsense during an argument when it barks, which it does relatively often. I keep stopping to make sure it isn't some domestic violence or a hurt child or something, and every time it trails off into dog noises.
Using lists of three is not an "AI tell." It's a common trait in human writing because our brains biologically want to make sure there's always one thing to marry, one thing to fuck, and one thing to murder.
welp, my TV is dying. which means I now have to begin a possibly-fruitless hunt for a television that just fucking works out of the box and doesn't *require* an internet connection to function. I know I can't fully avoid smart TVs in this day & age but like. I don't stream things.
“honorplace?” says the irradiated mushroom, “honor_place this honor now give honor give us,” Mycelial geist, newly sentient under the haze of green dust; I tap a refusal into the communication pins. “good place honorplace NOW honor come comecome professor underground
it probably says something that as the summer has worn on and my job has worn me down, the gremlins are no longer content to chill nearby/on my lap while I work, but get between me and the screens/demand active pets more often now. :/ Babies, I don't want to be doing this either, but we gotta eat.
I clicked thru to the ‘proof of human authorship’ and for the record, if you wrote a 345 page book in 19 hours, no the fuck you didn’t
God is a sniper with a golden dot; the halo wrapped around each saintly head is an obliterating threat
folks, I have finally managed to turn the headlights on for book two. yes, nearly 8mos into the year. but I have an extremely rough outline of these first part of the first section, and more importantly, *I know what I'm aiming all the plot threads toward*; I know the climax of s1 for all of them.
Me: It's medicinal. Cop: Ok, first of all, it's a rocket launcher.
Step into the exoskeleton. It will not make you stronger, or smarter, or more beautiful—but it will gild your existing strength, intelligence, amd beauty. It is a maximizing frame, mechanical flattery
Artist, quote with your horned art~
Artist, quote with your horned art!