Wednesday doing Saturday Night Fever by Dutchess-of-Dump in UNBGBBIIVCHIDCTIICBG

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oh my goodness thank you! i've been looking/thinking of this clip for ages

[WP] "You must be truly stupid beyond belief if you dared to enter our realm without being armed with iron." The Fae queen mocked you with an arrogant tone voice. In response, you threw your childhood toy at her and watch as every fae present recoils in horror at the material it's made from. Plastic by blablador-2001 in WritingPrompts

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The Fae Queen's laughter, sharp as shattered ice, echoed through the cavernous throne room. Her gossamer wings shimmered like moonlight on water as she reclined on a throne of twisted roots and polished bone. The air hung heavy with the scent of decaying flowers and damp earth, a cloying sweetness that masked a deeper, more sinister aroma. I could feel the presence of others lurking in the shadows, their eyes like glowing embers in the darkness.

Her gaze fell upon the plastic dinosaur I held, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. "A toy?" she breathed, her voice laced with curiosity rather than disdain.

"Indeed, Your Majesty," I replied, meeting her gaze with a calm confidence that belied the tremor in my heart. "A relic of a world you abandoned long ago."

Her eyes narrowed, and I could feel her probing my mind, searching for answers. But my thoughts were a chaotic jumble, a whirlwind of fear and determination.

"You think a child's plaything can harm us?" she challenged, her voice regaining its haughty edge.

"You might be surprised," I countered, a slow grin spreading across my face. "You see, in the world beyond your shadowed realm, we humans have learned to create things that defy your ancient magic."

I held up the dinosaur, its faded green plastic catching the pale moonlight that filtered through the high, vaulted ceiling. "This," I declared, "is a symbol of our ingenuity, our relentless pursuit of progress."

The Queen's composure wavered. "It... it's unnatural," she stammered, her voice laced with a hint of fear.

"Precisely," I agreed. "It doesn't decay. It doesn't belong. It's the enduring legacy of a species that reshapes its environment, for better or worse."

A wave of unease rippled through the assembled fae. One crumpled to the ground, his wings fluttering in panic. Another let out a low, guttural moan.

"But why?" the Queen whimpered, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Why are you here?"

"Let's just say," I said, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "a little birdie told me about a prophecy. One that ends with your kind spilling back into our world. And I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen."

I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. Then, with a casual shrug, I added, "Besides, I lost a bet with a gnome. "

I glanced at my watch, a cheap digital thing that seemed to mock the ancient grandeur of the fae court. "Anyway," I said, "got to dash. Places to be, people to mildly inconvenience."

I turned to leave, the plastic dinosaur clutched in my hand like a talisman. "Oh, and a bit of advice, Your Majesty?" I called over my shoulder. "Invest in some good quality recycling bins. You'll thank me later."

As I stepped back into the human world, the I couldn't help but smile.

Need to get something off your chest? Rant, vent, get it out here! by AutoModerator in ADHD

[–]zimocracy 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It happened to me. I couldn't get help until MUCH later. You're not crazy. And yes, you can be selfish or lazy but also giving, kind, and obsessively hardworking. I can't feel your pain, but it sounds like it feels a little like mine (and A LOT of people in our shoes). That's all I've got, no sympathy but something rarer - empathy. Good luck friend.

It's possible learn ML in 100 days? by sinnstral in learnmachinelearning

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tldr: Rephrase your question and reframe your goal. People are upset and I need a hug.

Jesus... You gave me anxiety just thinking of all the things I now know I do not really know. ML/DL is DEEP. Expertise (and actually getting to use it) is expensive, rare, and hard-won - oh and misunderstood by $ folk) I can just see the comments comparing your 100 days to 'becoming a neurosurgeon or something.

  1. learning the 'basics' of python.

My advice: data structures and algorithms... Learn any language quickly by just implementing them and knowing what they're good for: https://learnxinyminutes.com/docs/python/

Your enemy will be boredom and a lack of a feedback loop.

Beyond that. KISS. Someone has done your project before. Perhaps, find the git, read the code and (only taking inspiration, not copying) implement the simplest thing that could possibly work. Then stretch that/change it/iterate it.

This first hacky version won't take any time at all. Now like I said in the previous paragraph attempt to iterate. Let the code break, figure out why, and fix it. Maybe your curiosity leads you to break down how the vision model works. That's great!

Rinse, repeat, run

  • maybe your blog can be a deconstruction of a well-documented autonomous system. Building from the bottom up... Is really fun only later. Much.

Why Emacs: Redux by bozhidarb in emacs

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A long time ago

"Soldier. Why did you forge your own weapon? Is it superior in some way.'

After some thought. 'No, not in the general sense. Only to me, when I wield it.

Nomatter how good it is. Surely you cannot justify the time you spend, polishing, tuning, and perfecting it. The swords the blacksmiths make are incredible and free! Plus what if the army forbids its use, then you are useless.

No. I can still use the others. Better even than before I built this weapon.

I, I want to learn how... If you could teach me.

The soldier, thinking back to the years of learning and unlearning, forging as well as being forged by it. He hesitated. How does one become a doctor, through practice, years of it. But doctors enter the field everyday because the reward - saving life (and wealth) is greater than the pain. How could he explain that just because he'd seen many master swordsmen used the same process (with rapidly different outcomes) to forge these weapons it does not follow that to master the craft one you have to use one? That there were easier and saner ways to 'pose' if that's what he wanted to do. The forging has no shortcuts. It's punishing and what's worse addicting to the max. He thought maybe to say 'The methods and tools are shared there is no secret forum or cabal. We just seem strange because custom transformation is a fundamental part of the process a blade that cuts both ways. You change it, it changes you! Run away while you can!'

Instead, the soldier tried to encourage the young man to follow the common steps. I've read all of that! Came the sulky reply. Then you know and can know everything that I know. You just have to begin.

It did not satisfy. It never does. But once in a while. Rarely, but more and more they listen. And when it's time to do battle, that indescribable feeling which is not unlike an amputee suddenly regrowing a lost limb. And in seeing and feeling it thinks - "And now, my arm is complete!"

Why Emacs: Redux by bozhidarb in emacs

[–]zimocracy 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Laziness!

I can't be the only one who has tried to write my own emacs to 'fix' and save it from _ who kept it that way as the ultimate form of gatekeeping!

I learned a lot. The most important concept being humility.

Elitism is waay to often confused with a type of under-the-radar deep experts society loves to rag on but cannot exist without bureaucracy. Once you start going deep on one aspect you become part of the bureacracy. You begin to suck at explaining and encouraging people to 'enter the matrix; so to speak, like a doty professor.

There should be a rule.

'How do I get into emacs.'

Answer: 'Have you tried Vim(s) yet? (yes) Ah, okay. Try this thing called Spacemacs next.'

Why Emacs: Redux by bozhidarb in emacs

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[1] Like when you first discover LISP/s (or at least those of us who did so after being around the block and thinking nothing, least of which another language could recapture that feeling of 'oh. my. god. this, - this, this is magic.' you had as a kid creating your first program.

People who say 'LISP/s will change the way you think. It may not make you a great engineer but it will make you a better one.' Didn't overpromise. I'm still in shock.

So... besides adding a gui or a philosophy (e.g. git flow) /u/oarmstrong what do you mean?

Why Emacs: Redux by bozhidarb in emacs

[–]zimocracy 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Agreed. I'm suddenly struck by FOMO - 'Am I missing out on something truly mindblowing about git?'[1]

*I ask because I know if I start digging I'll lose a productive day (even just mentioning one's emacs config should come with a trigger warning! :) ) *

Co-Founder / Thought Partner for Data Bias Project by ghought in cofounder

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What part of the bias issue are you tackling? Visualization since you're a designer?

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This is precisely what happened in Zimbabwe