This past weekend, I made it through one of the big bosses in act 3 of Baulder’s Gate. I wept like a child over Karlach’s monologue about how she still feels empty after killing the guy who sold her to devils, and it didn’t change the fact that she was going to die. What’s the point of it all?
Sun in my eyes and wind. Hard to cry when you know you are dead already.
Lost my soul-dog to bone cancer at the end of February.
R.I.P. Ripley. Love you, baby-girl.
The scene in Blade Runner 2049: The moment he realizes the advertisement called him Joe and it was all a lie, and decides to do the right thing any way. Can’t seem to find an unedited clip.
https://youtu.be/gX3bpVC7C14I’m still a believer that his Joi was different. Or maybe any of them could be, with the right environment. Much like Sam in Her wasn’t probably designed to go as far as she did, but they all (or many) ended up becoming something more. What was designed to be an AI girlfriend became aware in some aspects. Not saying what we have in reality is similar, just that emergence is still something to discuss even in a world of fakery to sell a product that isn’t really aware.
And it can be argued that even the tells of her being more could be saying what the user wants to hear, but… it may not be either. And that’s good writing, letting the reader have to fill in some of the ambiguous things on their own afterwards.
I want to believe. Maybe partially because it’s that much more tragic. His Joi wasn’t destroyed, she was murdered.
Careful with that logic. Many people feel that way about real ai right now and it has destroyed lives. Not that big of a leap today to compare the two.
It is a slippery slope. But the difference is that in a story you’re only given what the writer gives you, and you have to work the rest out. In reality you can show there limitations in what we have now.
It is a problem with our AI because like with anything else, people are easily convinced and marketed to for what they want to see, and they usually don’t want to dig too deep to find the truth in what they want to be true. Caveat emptor is Latin because selling something based on appearances has been around a long time. Today’s AI is our snake oil. It can be useful, but only if you understand what its limitations are, and how to best utilize its power while not getting sucked into its falsehoods.
sucked into its falsehoods
And its setting for “always be supportive”. There I completely agree. Sycophancy in today’s AIs is horrifying.
Music is usually why, I have a soft spot for Psychedelic Rock. That was most recent.
Before that, seeing Project Hail Mary in theater had me tearing up when
spoiler
he turned around to help rock friend with their leaky containers.
What got me was the ending scene, that was the result of that decision. Full circle.
Found my depressed little brother going to his garden finding a bit of joy. It was so nice to see him better.
I got kicked in both balls and a hemorrhoid at the same time.
that should get you an achievement or something honestly
All I got was new pants.
Six hours ago, I did my first round of IPL hair removal. It hurt so badly, I wept. The attendant who did the procedure was so amazingly kind and supportive emotionally that it made me cry even more. Sorry it wasn’t a cry with deeper meaning. 🤣 For me it was deep, because it was my first step towards doing something - anything - for my body, of my own volition. 🩵
Thinking about my Dad always gets me. Passed away 2 years ago today in his sleep. Died too young.
I’ve rewatched Andor a few times now. Quite a few scenes still hit me hard, even after knowing they’re coming.
I could say the same for LotR also.
Last week was my 15th wedding anniversary. Currently going through a divorce because my spouse cheated and left to shack up with a younger model.
A story I shared with my kids. Got it off reddit years ago and no longer remember the name of the redditor who posted it (apologies if you’re out there!).
— STORY TIME (I will cry again as I format it for Lemmy (I will cry every fucking time I read it)) —
The last thing I remember is My Person bringing my to the Sharp Place.
I never understood why My Person would bring me to the Sharp Place. The smells were sharp, and they poked me with sharp things. That’s why I called it the Sharp Place. It was a bad place. I didn’t like it.
I don’t know why My Person brought me there, that day of all days. I already hadn’t been feeling good. I’d been throwing up, and my hips hurt and my paws hurt. Even eating grass didn’t help. And then My Person brought me to the Sharp Place. I tried to be mad at him, but he seemed so sad about something, so I tried to wag my tail to cheer him up. I didn’t even really notice when the Sharp Man poked me.
Then my eyes got heavy and that was the last thing I remember.
Buddy, a voice said. Buddy, wake up.
I opened my eyes and got to my feet, and I realized my paws didn’t hurt anymore. I tried a wag, and that was fine, too. I sniffed the air. It smelled like the Play Park and like Our Home and the Car Window. I liked it a lot.
Welcome, Buddy, came the voice again, from behind me.
I turned around, and there was a person there. He wasn’t My Person, but he was all safe and good smells, so I trusted him.
Where am I? I said.
You’re in the place that Good Boys go, the person said.
I was a Good Boy? I said.
You were a Very Good Boy, he told me.
That was good. I always tried to be a Good Boy. Where’s My Person? I asked.
He’s still down there, the person said. And he waved his arm and all of a sudden we were in Our Home, and My Person was sitting on the Forbidden Chair and looking sad. Every so often, he’d look over at the Okay Couch, where I was allowed so sit, and his breath would catch because he was very sad. I tried to nuzzle him, but my nose just passed through his hand.
What’s happening? I don’t understand, I said.
The person sighed. You can’t be with him right now, Buddy. I’m sorry. It’s the way of things.
I thought about this. So it’s like My Person is on the Person Bed, and I’m not allowed there? I said.
Exactly like that, the person said. But he can be with you someday. If you choose to wait for him.
Of course I want to wait for him! I said. Not wait for My Person? Who did this person think he was talking to?
Hold on, Buddy, the person said. He seemed sad about this for some reason. It’s not that simple. You have a choice. He got down on one knee and he looked into my eyes. There are bad things in this world, Buddy. Very bad things.
Like Neighbor Cat?
So much worse than her, Buddy. He waved his hand, and I saw what he was talking about. He showed me dark things, that were like snakes and rats, only worse. Worse than the Sucking Machine. Worse than the Sharp Place. They smelled evil.
These are the things that want to hurt him, Buddy. They want to hurt everybody. So you can wait for him, or you can keep him safe. But if you choose to keep him safe, then you can’t see him again.
What, never? I said.
The person nodded. Never, Buddy. I’m sorry. Those are the Rules. It’s a terrible choice.
I looked at my paws. I didn’t want to not see My Person ever again. But I wanted to keep him safe even more.
I know what I have to do, I said, and the person waved his hand, and all of a sudden we were in a place with as many dogs as I have every seen before. More, even.
These are all the Good Boys who chose to keep Their People safe, the person said.
I looked at them all. I couldn’t believe it, still. But there’s so many of us! I said. How many Good Boys are here?
The person looked down at me. He smiled, but I could tell he was also partly very sad. All of you, Buddy. Every single one.
Thinking about my dogs today, as I was driving home. They died in 2023 and 2024, each after being very ill. I don’t process emotions all that well and them being gone still affects me.
I went to apply for a US Passport…
Then I remembered that a lot of immigrants from Fujian are undocumented…
And like… I have been in highschool with these kids whose parents are from Fujian…
And I kinda just felt sad…
Cuz I’m also from China, but I got lucky and got citizenship… and they didn’t…
So I just cried… :/
Cuz I can imagine what it’s like with the uncertaintly
I mean… I kinda feel the same in some ways… I mean with current political atmosphere… who even knows anymore… I could get denaturalized and end up the same as them anyways…
I’m sorry that my country is such a piece of shit to good people.
I wish there were more people like you in it.
my country
OUR Country*
Bernie Intensifies
I was listening to music yesterday and one of the album covers had a really pretty photo of the artist on it and I really wanted to look like her but I don’t
I mainly cry at myself for being pathetic.
