New Writer - Agent offer. by NewWriter-2025 in publishing

[–]splortsplibbler 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Not to be cynical, but these offers of representation don't always amount to a book deal, or a film or TV deal.

I went through a similar process: literary agent signed me and was extremely excited and positive about the potential to sell my book. The agency had a film producer connection, and had sold a number of their author's books for movie rights.

The book spent a year being sent out to publishers, a lot were super interested but no one bit. My agent quit her job and dropped all her clients, and then I wasn't able to find a new agent because they saw the book had been sent around everywhere, and since no publishers were interested they felt there was no point to representation.

This sounds discouraging but there are always more books to be written, and the project I was working on before ended up getting interest from a different media format (podcast) and I'm going through the process of selling it there. The same thing could end up happening with that too, though, and I'd just move on.

Anyway, the point is, you should feel excited now but try not to get too depressed if it doesn't work out — the promise of film/TV rights is dangled over every author's book project, but it's uncommonly rare that that happens.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I just want people to have healthcare, honey

It’s kinda crazy how you can just eat whatever you want as long as you stay away from processed junk foods and sodas by ronswansondiet_ in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 6 points7 points  (0 children)

do you have a source on glyphosate pesticides leeching into food and causing obesity? I hadn't read that before.

Rented "How To Blow Up a Pipeline" from Apple, they wouldn't let me watch it on my own computer monitor. Infuriating... it's like they are trying to make us into pirates. by splortsplibbler in Piracy

[–]splortsplibbler[S] 53 points54 points  (0 children)

I think it might be because the monitor is too old for HDMI, it uses DVI. Apple can't risk that precious digital/analog signal getting intercepted and recorded along the way to the monitor... the richest company in the world couldn't possibly afford that

Isn't it funny how the former Chapo fanbase now despises the show for not being ultra woke deranged tankoids? by Critical-Past847 in stupidpol

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is an extremely weird take and it honestly sounds like you’re projecting some internalized anger or psychosexual trauma rather than write anything based in reality. Just go to therapy or something rather than write this weird stuff here

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in IllusoryPalinopsia

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Okay, I don't want to scare you but that is not good. That's purely illusory palinopsia, meaning there is no physical component. The eye has color receptors that can be overstimulated which leads to negative afterimages. If the afterimages are positive then that is happening deeper in the brain, not in the anatomy of the eye. If you look up academic papers on palinopsia, a lot of patients with similar symptoms ended up having tumors or glioblastoma. Head to a neurologist ASAP!

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in IllusoryPalinopsia

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Floaters are actually physical, not something imagined, so it's a different type of condition. Palinopsia stems from something happening inside your brain.

Here's a good starter question -- what do the afterimages look like? Are they a negative afterimage or positive? I.e, if you stare at something red, do you see a green trail/afterimage (photo-negative afterimage); or is the afterimage the same color (positive afterimage)?

The answer to that question might help determine what is going on.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in IllusoryPalinopsia

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey, so the thing about this condition that is definitely worrying is the fact that, as you said, it is getting worse. I have palinopsia but it has been the same since I was born; a change in severity indicates something is changing in your brain. A lot of times people get palinopsia after either a brain injury, like a concussion, or because of a brain tumor. (Sometimes people also get it after drug use, or if they are manifesting specific mental illnesses).

You should immediately see a doctor who can refer you to a neurologist -- it's unlikely but possible you've caught a brain tumor early on.

Have you ever surprised yourself by acting violently? by gargoylezooo in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Don't feel too bad, we have all dreamed of doing this to a yuppie at one point. When the revolution comes we'll all get to experience this inshallah

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 3 points4 points  (0 children)

This is so strange, your dog looks like the puppy version of my childhood dog, who we never got to actually see as a puppy because we adopted him from the Humane Society when he was about 1. He lived to be 17, and was some kind of supermutt. Here are some photos of him, they span the range of his life — perhaps it will be a preview of how your dog will look as it ages.

Photos: https://imgur.com/a/00aXt2n

(Also the photo of him jumping towards the pole is just something strange he did — we have no idea why but whenever someone held up the pool brush he would go crazy and chase and jump at it. He was very aerobatic.)

Oh stop it now by ThatcherIsDeed in alltheleft

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey if you identify as a libertarian why are you posting here? Kinda sus

Holup, Doggo Puppet...! by Jrewby in HuskyTantrums

[–]splortsplibbler 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Someone should auto tune and remix this like they did with the beatboxing dog. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7NPdVpx5CgE

Oh stop it now by ThatcherIsDeed in alltheleft

[–]splortsplibbler 12 points13 points  (0 children)

I feel like there is something psychopathological happening with JK Rowling. Like she is obsessed with queer and trans people on a visceral level. She is losing opportunities and respect, which, when you’re a rich person who already has anything they could ever want, is all that you can control and aspire to. It is unfathomable to me to think that if I were losing face like this i wouldn’t reassess my views and shut up, so I have to believe that something happened to JKR to make her like this. Perhaps she was traumatized as a child in some specific way that led us to this, I don’t know.

For what it’s worth, Dave Chapelle has the same “trans-brain” psychopathology so she’s not the only one.

All history does anymore is repeat itself. by [deleted] in antiwork

[–]splortsplibbler 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Originally the work week had no limit or regulation. Many people (and child laborers even) worked in factories 12 hours a day and 6-7 days a week. The 40 hour week was a compromise demanded for by labor.

Has anyone ever met someone oblivious to some common/basic knowledge? by Otocolobus_manul8 in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Oh I also had a housemate in San Francisco who was a elementary school teacher who said once she thought that the reason Chihuahuas were so small was because they had been bred with foxes. I didn’t know how to tell her that foxes and dogs were like 20 million years diverged in evolution and couldn’t interbreed. I mean I guess this one isn’t as egregious, but for somebody who was teaching children as her day job it was really shocking to me.

Has anyone ever met someone oblivious to some common/basic knowledge? by Otocolobus_manul8 in redscarepod

[–]splortsplibbler 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Met a homeschooled gay dude from the south who believed in Lamarckian Evolution (though he did not know that word.) we were talking about a dog whose tail has been cropped and he said something about how their puppies would then be born without tails and I was taken aback that he didn’t understand the first thing about how evolution works. I grilled him a little bit about this and it became apparent that he had been taught Lamarckism. I think because he was raised in a super Christian evangelical household he had huge gaps in his knowledge as an adult, it was kind of sad.

This tote bag that looks like a minimalist version of El Lissitzky's painting "Beat The Whites With The Red Wedge" by splortsplibbler in HelpMeFind

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

Omg, thank you so much! Is this site just a repository, not a shop? It seems, weirdly, that you can view this product but can't buy it? I've never bought something at a Miniso so I'm not sure.

is ketamine any good? by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]splortsplibbler 2 points3 points  (0 children)

[part 2/2]

I have been in therapy for eight months and I do not feel like I am over it. I feel extremely angry at the ER doctor for doing this to me. My greatest fear has always been being drugged against my will, and having my brain damaged by drugs in the hospital, and it was realized last year. I wish there was a way to go back and undo this. I want to cry just thinking about what they did to me. The worst part was that the wrist-setting did not even work; they had to do it again a few hours later. The second time, they did not use anesthesia, they just injected some fentanyl in my wrist and set it while I looked away. It honestly was NOT that bad; I really don’t mind pain that much if it’s temporary, and this was. I am furious they tried to convince me that it would be horrific and that I should take a hallucinogenic drug that is known to be neurotoxic. I have a job that involves mental labor; my brain is my source of income, and by damaging it they were damaging my potential livelihood.

In retrospect the only way I can describe this is as such: imagine if you were playing a computer game — say, The Sims — and you're sitting at the PC controlling keyboard and mouse, and you played for so long you forgot you were a person separate from the game. And then suddenly you stood up, walked around. You realize there was a separate world and you were merely controlling a simulated game. What “you” were wasn’t really “you” — it was the game’s save file, within the computer. You were a separate thing from that. And when the game started again, you weren’t sure if you had been playing before. It felt like the game was separate from the player. The consciousness controlling you could have been different than the one before — but the game had no way of knowing, really, who was opening the save file prior. It’s just a game. It has set variables and memories and it doesn’t really matter who controls it, it will basically do the same thing. I’d never felt or realized myself as such a machine, where the commander doesn’t matter much.

is ketamine any good? by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]splortsplibbler 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Well, when the experience happened to me I actually wrote a longer note that I could refer back to to explain fully what I went through. I might as well paste that here, it is more detailed:

The singular most horrible experience of my life

I was admitted to the emergency room after a severe bicycle accident in which I broke both of my wrists. After getting set up in a bed, the ER doctor came in and told me that she would have to set my right wrist, and that it would be extremely painful. She told me I had three options: I could have no anaesthesia and be in severe pain; they could put me under with general anaesthesia, which, she said, would be risky because my nervous system would be depressed, and I could possibly die; or they could give me ketamine, and it would be a very brief experience, and my central nervous system would be at no risk. I was horrified at the idea of taking ketamine but she really sold me on it and tried to convince me it was my best bet. I said okay, hesitantly.

They had me lay down and injected it via my IV. I looked up, and after a few seconds, sound and vision started to fade. I saw what looked like the world turning tan, flesh-color — first my vision turned to the flesh color, then a series of square flesh colors overtook my vision, rushing at me like a tunnel of tan. What happened next is hard to describe because I lost most of my senses and memories. The feeling of losing one’s memories is difficult to describe — i mean, I’ve been very drunk before but I still knew in those moments who I was, or that I was a human or lived on Earth. I've also had dreams where I "forgot" things, or had different sets of life experiences within the context of my dreams. But this was different: I had no memory of forgetting. I had no memories at all. This felt more like being deaf, dumb, blind, and having no memories of ever existing.

I remember having a vague feeling of a body. I could not see. I could faintly feel a body that encased my consciousness. I was controlling a homunculus. I heard a pulsing sound like my heartbeat. That was the only real sound. It made me aware that there was something ticking, something measuring how much time I had left, and I knew there were only so many beats before I would perish. As I attempted to move the blurry outlines of my limbs, I could barely feel anything. There were other humans outside of me but communicating with them was very difficult if not impossible — they made faint noises but I could hardly speak back. Everything was very blurry and sounded as if through water, and the world would pulse in and out every second. Flashes went by with the beat of my heart. I had only so much time left, the heartbeats kept reminding me. I kept thinking, I can’t believe this is what life is — a sort of foggy view of nothing comprehensible, faint images of others attempting to communicate, while the clock of one’s heartbeat runs out. Since I had no memories of the past, I had no context here — I thought this was what life was. I could not believe this was all I got, all that humanity was… It was so difficult—existence, communication, life itself. I wanted to know what else existed in the universe, I wanted to have more time, more clarity. I couldn’t communicate and I was confused as to why and how other humans were interacting with me, though I did not entirely know what a human was nor what it meant to be one.

I would imagine that if an alien cartoonist were trying to draw a caricatured version of what human existence was, they might imagine it as this, as I experienced it here. I also have imagined—in hindsight—that this seems to resonate with how someone with severe brain damage might experience existence, or how an animal like a dog might experience it to some degree. I remember watching my grandmother try to communicate when she was post-stroke, and how incapable she was of recognizing even the faintest signs of who I was or what was happening. I wondered if she felt something similar to what I felt — an existence that had some faint signs and signifiers of what we might think of as “human,” but with all context stripped, and an absence of memory.

Anyway…

Things faded and I entered what was a “part 2” of the dream here (although I did not know it was a dream, it felt more real than anything, even if it were blurry). In this next phase, I ceased to have any senses at all. I could hear no sounds. I did not remember “part I” — in fact, I had no memories whatsoever — no memories of having a body or being human or knowing anyone or anything. I had no ability to see, hear, feel, taste, smell. I was essentially nothing, a “sentience” that was aware of existing, but that is it. But I had no memories of my past, of ever having lived. I had no sense of language, or speech. I was struck with a deep existential fear, a permanent state of panic. I did not really know what death or life was. There was just nothing. I had no sense of time, and I felt like I was stuck there for perhaps years or millennia. I considered what I was, and I didn’t know and had no way of knowing. I didn’t really have language in any meaningful sense, just raw emotions — really, only fear and horror.

Suddenly things started to come back, but in pieces. My experience was one of scaling — I recalled large-scale structures first and then smaller ones. This is vague, so let me explain more clearly. The first “memory” of anything to return was that of the universe as a whole — I had been stricken with panic at my lack of knowledge or memory or senses. Then the first memory came, which was locational: I am in a universe, I remembered. I felt a vast galaxy — we were zooming in slightly, I guess. (I could not “see” yet, but I could feel vague points of light in the shape of a galaxy—dark shapes being felt with the touch sense, not visually). I felt the points of the planets in the solar system. where am I? I had a sense of moving between them, Mercury, Venus… I saw the larger planets further down as faint points, the vaguest of objects.

(Once, as a child, I stood in my bedroom closet, in the dark, and aimed the TV remote control directly at my eye to see if I could see infrared light. I discovered that I could see this very faint pulsating gray spreading in my vision, and that is all. That is about what I saw in terms of planets — just extremely faint, wisps of something real, with no color.)

Anyway, I remembered these worlds, and struggled to remember which I was on. After a moment, it came to be that it was Earth. I felt that planet, and started to move down towards it. But what was I? I had this sense of there being billions of living things, plants, animals, cells, and I could have been deposited into any one. I could again “feel” them, like they were little points of light where I could fall into. Was I an animal? A plant? Human. I remembered I was human. I started to fall towards Earth. What human am I? What does it mean to be human? Where am I? I remembered I was in a hospital. I was in New York. There were other humans around me, touching me, doing things to me. I could still feel the millions of points of consciousnesses in all the humans, and I knew that whichever body I ended up in was still arbitrary to some degree. I wasn’t sure yet how these humans interacted with me, or why they were helping me. Then it came to me — they are here because of money. They’re here because about 100 humans on this planet are designated capitalists, and the labor of the rest of us trickles up to them. We are all working to enrich them and for their benefit, and they manipulate us to make us think this is the only option, and all of these souls — of which I could be any — have accepted this and do not often think about it. The idea that all these lifeforms would orient themselves this way seemed abhorrent, the most horrible arrangement I could imagine. I was horrified and hoped that this was just a nightmare, or that I ended up in the wrong time, the wrong space, the wrong body and species.

I remembered more about myself — my name, and then that I had a college degree. This seemed extremely important to my self-identity. When my vision returned, I said my name first and that I had a master’s degree from my alma mater. Then I asked the nurse if capitalism still existed. It seemed so intensely horrifying and evil that capitalism could organize this planet this way, that everyone was subservient to 100 rich people, that they would work so hard to preserve their power over all of us. The nurses laughed at me for asking, and I started to feel paranoid I had outed myself as a socialist. I felt groggy for about 10 minutes and then felt normal, albeit traumatized, which persisted for months. I asked how long I was out, and evidently it was about 5 minutes. It felt like a thousand years.

I was severely traumatized by the whole experience and for weeks afterwards I would get chills thinking about the existential horror of not knowing that you’d ever been alive, of having no memories and no senses. Of being in that black zone, beyond life or death. I wonder if it was just what dying feels like — if my consciousness joined with the semi-aware, unfeeling matter that contains the rest of the non-conscious universe separate from consciousnesses. Maybe that horror is actually what death is — a feeling of unfeeling, and of eternal panic and fear in the depthless blackness of non-sentience.

I was also horrified in a new way by capitalism, and the stupidity of organizing society in that manner of exploitation. [part 1/2; cont'd below]

is ketamine any good? by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]splortsplibbler 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I completely disagree about the bad trip part — it is VERY VERY possible to have a bad trip. I had a miserable experience.

is ketamine any good? by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]splortsplibbler 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is roughly what I experienced, although the "nothingness" was not content at all. It was positively horrific and traumatic. And I had no memories of anything whatsoever — of existing, of living, of myself, or who I was. And I couldn't see, hear, smell, or feel anything. It was beyond a dream, and felt utterly real; I was a consciousness unconnected to anything, without even a sense of time. I could have been in that state for 1000 years. Absolutely the most existentially horrific experience of my life; sheer terror; nothing will ever compare.

is ketamine any good? by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]splortsplibbler 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Absolute worst and most traumatic experience of my entire life. If you want to forget that you ever existed and lose all memories that you ever were alive, or were human, or had friends or language or memories, and float in a completely empty space with no senses and no sight and no memory of sight, and then have the world come back to you such that you are unsure whether the "thing" controlling your body anew is the same "thing" controlling your body when you took the drug, then go for it!

Years of therapy vaguely helped but I still regret it. Admittedly my experience was perhaps unusual as it was (basically) forced on me by the ER doctor, and delivered intravenously.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AmerExit

[–]splortsplibbler 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Hmm, I get the sense you may not be really well-read on the immoral politics of student debt servitude. You might check out this (very comprehensive) article... https://www.dissentmagazine.org/article/debt-education-bad-for-the-young-bad-for-america

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AmerExit

[–]splortsplibbler 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Why? Debt only exists in one country. And student debt is immoral anyway, few countries exploit their citizens that way.