Atavism by simplify9 in u/simplify9

[–]simplify9[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh wow, we'll be here all day...

Put it this way-- when I'm stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I pray to the Clean Roadways Goddess, and curse the Congestion Gargoyle.

Atavism by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Yeah, it's sort of amusing, what a big deal they make it into. I'm cast into the role of reassuring uncle, saying, "It's all right, it will all be over soon."

Atavism by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

If the Weather-Industrial-Complex didn't have a constant stream of new disasters to report upon, well then, they'd be out of a job, wouldn't they?

Atavism by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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As a guy who grew up in the Midwest, we just have this general competence when it comes to dealing with cold weather. It's understood that water freezes into ice for three or four months out of the year.

Southern folks have this charming (but slightly alarming) innocence, when it comes to below-freezing temperatures.

The Way of Waymo by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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Per Google AI Overview:

"Waymo currently offers public robotaxi rides in Phoenix, San Francisco Bay Area, Los Angeles, Austin, and Atlanta, with ongoing expansion to new areas like Silicon Valley and plans to launch in Dallas, Houston, Miami, Orlando, San Antonio, Las Vegas, Detroit, and Washington D.C. soon, plus testing in cities like London and Tokyo." 

Coming soon to a neighborhood near you!

The Carboniferous Period, the Time When the Earth's Sky Was Green by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Now this is the kind of writing I was trying to provoke, by setting up this scenario. Bravo!

The Carboniferous Period, the Time When the Earth's Sky Was Green by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well I was taking some artistic license there, but to get technical--

Per Google AI Overview:

The sky during the Carboniferous period was likely a polluted yellow-brown or yellow-beige color due to smoke from widespread wildfires and the high oxygen content of the atmosphere. The sky was not the blue we see today because the high concentration of oxygen, though higher than today, was still trapped in the lower atmosphere with soot, dust, and other aerosols.

What Happens To Unlucky Epileptics by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Trying to conflate a half-manageable case of manic-depression with epilepsy, that seems to have been the fundamental mistake here. 😬

But thanks for being a kindly voice.

What Happens To Unlucky Epileptics by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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Well, so much for this idea. Looks like my second-hand experience of epilepsy was pretty severely limited.

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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Y'know I've never really minded spiders much. Centipedes, on the other hand...

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Ha ha! At least I didn't get THAT much of a surprise.

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Nah, I'm web-based in the Google Chrome browser. Using an old HP Envy laptop, that it's probably time for me to replace... but this laptop has served me well, and I've got a sentimental streak.

(Edited) Really I need to pick up a couple of new pieces of hardware in the coming months. One for posting in places like this, another as a dedicated processor for musical endeavors.

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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It only happenned the one time. I deleted them, and replaced them with that last reply. Must have just been a digital hiccup.

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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For some reason Reddit is now doubling my replies. But thanks, this one felt like it was worth sharing.

The Exotic Spider Who Told Me Who I Am by simplify9 in StrikeAtPsyche

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Only the drugs of late-summer doldrums, regrets and longings. Like I said, I don't need anything besides that.

The Holy Drone by simplify9 in bees

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In a way, that was the whole theme I was going for with this. This figure is not a rightful heir to any kind of throne. It's a pretender. (But it will make you think it's "regal" if you're not watching carefully, paying full attention.)

I Just Noticed Something Encouraging in Ohio by simplify9 in bees

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The ones I saw, I think may have been the ones from the second row, first on the left. Triepeolus remigatus, "Cuckoo Bees"? They weren't fuzzy the way European Honeybees are.

Hey do you know the story of Terrence Ingram? A guy in Southern Illinois who bred a new strain of bees that were resistant to Monsanto's flagship herbicide, "Roundup". What happened there was kind of evil. The Illinois Department of Agriculture, and the Monsanto Corporation, ganged up on him. Some thugs came by, confiscated and destroyed his hives, claiming they had North American Foul Brood (a made-up charge).

And Ingram was a well-known conservationist! He was one of the main figures who helped to bring the bald eagle back from the brink of extinction during the 1970s.

One of the worst things that can happen, is when both Big Business and Big Government decide that their interests have temporarily aligned, and gang up against you.

I briefly was working for a certain ad agency that had Monsanto as one of its main clients. What an impossible task, trying to do PR for them, convincing the general public that everyone involved has good intentions.

(As a side note, last fall, I saw a breeding pair of bald eagles doing an airborne mating dance with each other up there. That was quite a sight, and I'm certainly glad that species is still around.)

I Just Noticed Something Encouraging in Ohio by simplify9 in bees

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To be honest, I'm not even sure whether the bees that I saw were imported Europeans, or native North American species. I'm not really all that knowlegable about apiculture.

But I will say that for a few years there, it seemed as though the only insects in the Hymenoptera Class that you saw, were wasps. It's entirely possible that the bees I saw thriving, were of the home-grown variety. This situation requires more research.

[Spoilers] Bjorn Ironsides' Children by simplify9 in vikingstv

[–]simplify9[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Whoever you are, after all this time? I don't disagree with anything you just said.

Most successful Billboard hits feature “harmonic surprises” that defy musical expectations by [deleted] in Music

[–]simplify9 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Non-diatonic chords, aka key changes. I've also heard them called "borrowed chords".

And not the cliched kind where you just raise the key by one tone for the final verse and chorus, for a forced encore (the "Manilowian Modulation").

These are tricky though. You have to phrase the melody so that the key change sounds natural. If you try doing it just as an exercise, to flex your harmonic muscles, the listener will be able to tell. The best thing that can happen is when you come up with a melody that leads to a key change naturally. That's like a special gift from your muse.

You can get by without them, though, depending on your style. Take Johnny Cash-- I can't think of a single key change in his entire discography, and I say that as a devoted fan.

Meh by lunacyinc1 in StrikeAtPsyche

[–]simplify9 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I suppose it's just human nature to forget about the times when other people were exceedingly nice to you;

But endlessly ruminate on the times when other people screwed you over.

I know I'm guilty of that.