The Ultimate Human Germ

thespongemagic:

soft-trans-on-tumbles:
pianissimomezzoforte:
purr-fect pitch…
iplaytolosebitch:
Person: [Plays C, D, E, F, G, A, and B on a piano.]
Cat: [Meows a C, completing the scale]
j0jin:
It’s not even just a C, it’s the C. The correct octave and everything! This cat is a musical master 😭
I remember I was in AP Music Theory in high school and this one kid named Alex who was like a super maestro at music, has perfect pitch, aced jazz piano, etc. There was this one time that we had some time left before the bell so he decided to play “Shave and a Haircut” in A and he left out the last note and then the bell rang at the exact pitch and octave and we all went insane. This is considered hype for music nerds.

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27th Jun 2023 158,570 notes

shubbabang:

its not funny but i do think about it a lot

31st May 2023 40,206 notes

shubbabang:

We Are A Family Here

31st May 2023 3,008 notes

alaynnaah:

Can’t believe it worked

31st May 2023 35,783 notes

manywinged:

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manywinged:
if i could turn into an eel. well that’d be ideal.
haha ideel. idEEL.,
im mentally ill
……………mentally eel……..

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johnnyjoestarrelatable:

there’s somethig magical about people on nextdoor vehemently defending possums

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31st May 2023 87,393 notes

zandraart:

the last unicorn lived in a lilac wood,
and she lived all alone

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31st May 2023 81,510 notes

tardis-scooter asked:
Occasionally, my creative writing teacher will give us experimental assignments that he's never offered before. He'll often do them right along with us in class. We'll read what we came up with, and then discuss whether we think the assignment worked or not. Sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn't, but I generally like the concept because everyone in the room gets to stretch their writing legs in ways they probably haven't before.

That being said, an upcoming experimental assignment has me very angry. Previously, my teacher mentioned text AIs, usually with the context that he and his fellow faculty are pretty good at being able to tell when a student is trying to use it for their homework. In the same breath, he would mention being amused at playing around with it himself. Now, he wants us to actually use ChatGPT to feed it a story prompt, and then polish whatever it spits out.
I'm not sure if my teacher is aware of the writer's strike or not right now. But I feel like this is crossing the picket line (or at least adjacent), and it's hastening his students' own possible demise. This sort of thing is exactly what we DON'T want to see happening, right? I'm so frustrated over this, and I genuinely don't want to do the assignment (I understand the possible consequences of not doing so, and I realize the decision is entirely my own). I'd greatly appreciate hearing your thoughts on this. I feel like I'm getting too emotional to consider it properly.

neil-gaiman:

I think one of the things you’ll learn very quickly is how bad AI is at making anything that feels like a story you haven’t heard before. (I suspect AI may prove very useful when you’re trying to figure out what the expected and dull way through a story might be.)
I’d write about why you don’t want to do it. Or disassemble what it spits out into something no plagiarism machine could do or make. Treat it as the basis of a collage or found poem.

31st May 2023 861 notes

animentality:

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pigcatapult:

Your pupils contract in response to visible light, but not all of the sun’s light is visible. During an eclipse, your pupils widen because it’s dark, but there’s an outer layer around the sun that mostly only puts out light that’s not visible to us, but that can still damage your retinas. Thus, looking at an eclipse makes your pupils open up like it’s dark, which lets more of the invisible damage beams in.
The sun doesn’t get a critical multiplier on its damage when HP is low. Equipping the moon gives the sun a bonus to backstab.

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31st May 2023 115,355 notes

micro-usb-deactivated20230625:

ALT

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23rd May 2023 42,988 notes

mariacfrantz:

Clouds and creeping dogwood

18th May 2023 3,441 notes

sludgenaut:

mold poisoning stories

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18th May 2023 48,200 notes

operativehog:

dogposts:
my dog was sleeping backstage and wandered out during the encore to sing with the band (via)
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This was back in 2016 at a theater in Little Washington, Virginia with our bluegrass band Walker’s Run. Jackdog was as good a hound as ever was, and loved nothing more than to sing. I couldn’t find anyone to watch him during this little weekend tour so just brought him along. His bed was backstage and I guess someone didn’t shut the green room door after we got called back to play an encore. We started the tune (Hangman’s Reel) and after about a minute I noticed everybody in the audience pulling out their phones to take pictures. Then we looked over and saw Jack had found his way out to the stage. He looked at us, looked at the audience, and then let her rip.
Jack was a rescue, and I suspect he had been abused as he was very scared and completely silent when we met. He stayed that way for a year, not barking, howling or so much as whispering. A few months after I got him from the pound in Rockbridge County, Virginia where the kennels are full of abandoned hunting dogs, we moved to the Central African Republic where we lived for two years. We spent a lot of time alone together there as I slowly got him to trust that the world could be a loving place.
One night I was playing guitar and when I picked up a slide and played a little run Jack for the first time made a sound. He had heard the howling sound of the glass on the steel strings and emulated it, nearly note for note. I was thrilled, and jam sessions became a nightly thing. From then on, from Africa to Washington to finally home in the Blue Ridge, anytime we played music Jack would join in. He became not just my best friend, but my ever present musical partner.
Jack was diagnosed with cancer in 2018 and given six months to live. He outlasted the prognosis by two years and finally passed on in the Fall of 2020. His spirit is very much alive in the music. I have a guitar with an engraving of him on the headstock, and a few of his ashes inside so he’s still always singing when we play.
If you wanna see some more of Jackdog in action, you can check out the little “Jack” story link and the older posts on my Instagram (which is mostly now just astrophotography): @brennangilmorephoto.

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9th May 2023 28,170 notes

angel-ponders:

It shouldn’t be surprising that writers have some of the best strike signs in existence

9th May 2023 57,800 notes