Thanks, I knew the art, but never bothered to make a note of the artist.
Thanks, I knew the art, but never bothered to make a note of the artist.
Thanks for making that comment. I recently thought the exact same thing, started a post but then deleted it, because “the internet” and all.
But the feeling was just about the same: I wanted to start a conversation with people that care about similar things as I do. It’s good to see that it happens.
Regarding scroll saws: I recently found a Proxxon DS230 on a thrift haul. Don’t bother with that model, it sucks. Now I’m in that weird spot where a potential new activity / “fab method” might have been ruined by a shoddy tool.
Hey you, just came by to say I applaud that approach. Verbosity and transparency is where it’s at when it comes to moderation.
“Bro gotta go” should work
Why did you post this exact, inane comment in two threads?
It might also be the other way around. There are plenty of people who are really introverted, so social engagement still drains their energy, but while it’s happening, they can be/appear extroverted, charming, outgoing, sometimes at exponential extra cost.
The difference between intro- and extraversion is not simply the ability of a person to talk to others, their (perceived) “shyness” etc., but also encompasses how they regenerate, what and how much stimulation they prefer and what kind of company they need and enjoy.
For comparison, an American store brand toast:
No, it’s not. This refers to pre-packaged bread, e. g. white bread, toast etc. - the stuff you find in a supermarket shelf, full of preservatives and other additives.
Do you grow them in a regular myco bag and mist them, or do you have another setup?
You’re right, but this is fuck around and find out territory. I would want the escalation to make it clear where I stand with my cat.
Weird, I always think of them as the lead of I.G. Farben’s chemical department, infamous for producing Zyklon B to blast WWII gas chambers and advance the Holocaust.
I don’t know what the article is getting at, the generated memes are perfect.
I’m absolutely in the market for a new image viewer. One with a sensible gallery / (sub-) folder view.
I’ll try nomacs out today.
Dann halt ich erst mal an, ja
Alright, that one is on me half-assing my reading. I’m with you on effectiveness.
I’m with you on more ethical solutions being available, but efficient? In turns of total energy usage required to go from (often unethically acquired) training data to a manifestation of a prompt as an image, maybe.
But regarding the effort and efficiency when purely generating an image? I think not.
There is a person on Lemmy running GenAI models locally (on their own machines) using solar power, and honestly, that’s totally fine by me. I’m also fine with a DM generating some art for their next hombrew game they run with a couple of friends.
Acquisition of training data and the environmental impact of data centers (not only for AI usage) are still problems to be solved, though.
Once you have figured it out, it’s actually a nice workflow. Don’t get me wrong, when I’m not publishing a paper, I quickly forget all commands, my whole setup etc. and start from scratch, cursing a lot and retracing my steps in the history, basically re-learning the framework. I’d still never move away from ggplot2.
Are you driving? Did you ever have the impulse to just jerk your steering wheel and crash into that tree rapidly approaching at 120mph?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thought
The comic plays off of that.
That’s not what this is about, i. e. it’s not about retracing your steps. That’s common for everyone.
It’s about remembering the feeling you had when you stashed the item away, often knowing, at that moment, that the place you picked is woefully inadequate for storing this particular object, all while being fully aware that your mind will not be able to make the connection later on and you will end up searching for the object, with none of your usual coping mechanisms suitable to guide you.
That particular feeling is then recalled later in a moment of despair, often when the need to retrieve the item is greatest, and accompanied by a certain, ironic amusement looking at the events that led you there, with no one to blame but yourself.