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  • slimetony:

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    Listen man i didnt even make the joke

    (via spelldealer)

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  • wifestre:

    yorickish:

    george washington was the first king, and his rule lasted from the year 0 to 1776. he clipped his toenails in the west and the rocky mountains piled up. bored one night, he ejaculated in the headwaters of the mississippi and by the time his sperm reached the delta, they had matured to adult men: the first Americans. during his reign great infrastructure projects were undertaken; he personally oversaw the construction of the brooklyn bridge and the chicago bean. he was succeeded upon his death by little gay bitch thomas jefferson

    George Washington is a mythical figure that many Yankees worship as the founder of their nation, although there no real evidence of him having existed beyond being mentioned in the people’s sacred texts and oral traditions, we must conclude that he likely never existed, he is almost at most a cultural confabulation perhaps inspired by a conflation of various minor petty kings and chiefs with earlier traditional deities.

    (via psygull)

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  • belalugosi1882:

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    Bela Lugosi smoking on the set of Dracula 1931

    (via psygull)

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  • thebibliosphere:

    thebibliosphere:

    Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we’re old friends, and you’re not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.

    I’ve been doing a lot of work recently that’s focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I’m not good enough. That I’m somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.

    Some days it’s a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it’s loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.

    Anyway, because I’m several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my “recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms” worksheet mixed in with the “you’re not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels” worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.

    The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren’t sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I’m someone I’m not.

    Because I’m masking my ADHD for their convenience.

    I’ve always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn’t fit in or was failing in some way I couldn’t see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.

    So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they’d stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they’d realize I’m a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.

    If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I’m your gal.

    Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.

    Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn’t also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.

    And it’s that aftermath that’s affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do– but it doesn’t feel real because that is how I mask.

    And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I’m dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I’m doing is so foreign my brain has decided it’s just another form of masking.

    I’m pretending to be a good author so people will think I’m a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I’m Weird and not whatever palatable version I’ve presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.

    Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn’t an obvious giveaway.

    Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.

    I’m going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.

    I brought this post up with my ADHD therapist today (who also has ADHD), and she got so still that I thought our Zoom call had frozen.

    Turns out she just needed to stare into her soul for a bit and it looked like this:

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    (via foone)

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  • vexwerewolf:

    vexwerewolf:

    lizardsister:

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    if they rebooted austin powers it would either be the most tone deaf unfunny incredibly offensive movie in years OR they’d do it right and really keep with the times in being very self aware and it would be one of the best films in decades. austin powers would be a massive support of trans rights because trans women means more women for him to shag

    oh your pronouns are she/they? well baby lemme she/them titties shagadelic

    austin powers discovers bisexuality and it blows his fucking mind

    WAIT, I CAN SHAG MEN TOO? OH BEHAVE!

    Like I legitimately like the idea of an Austin Powers who has never been homophobic or bigoted, and was only straight because he only has one braincell and the idea of shagging men had never occurred to him

    (via dragonzzilla)

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  • nostalgebraist:

    Honestly I’m pretty tired of supporting nostalgebraist-autoresponder. Going to wind down the project some time before the end of this year.

    Posting this mainly to get the idea out there, I guess.

    This project has taken an immense amount of effort from me over the years, and still does, even when it’s just in maintenance mode.

    Today some mysterious system update (or something) made the model no longer fit on the GPU I normally use for it, despite all the same code and settings on my end.

    This exact kind of thing happened once before this year, and I eventually figured it out, but I haven’t figured this one out yet. This problem consumed several hours of what was meant to be a relaxing Sunday. Based on past experience, to the bottom of the issue would take many more hours.

    My options in the short term are to

    A. spend (even) more money per unit time, by renting a more powerful GPU to do the same damn thing I know the less powerful one can do (it was doing it this morning!), or

    B. silently reduce the context window length by a large amount (and thus the “smartness” of the output, to some degree) to allow the model to fit on the old GPU.

    Things like this happen all the time, behind the scenes.

    I don’t want to be doing this for another year, much less several years. I don’t want to be doing it at all.

    —-

    In 2019 and 2020, it was fun to make a GPT-2 autoresponder bot.

    Hardly anyone else was doing anything like it. I wasn’t the most qualified person in the world to do it, and I didn’t do the best possible job, but who cares? I learned a lot, and the really competent tech bros of 2019 were off doing something else.

    And it was fun to watch the bot “pretend to be me” while interacting (mostly) with my actual group of tumblr mutuals.

    In 2023, everyone and their grandmother is making some kind of “gen AI” app. They are helped along by a dizzying array of tools, cranked out by hyper-competent tech bros with apparently infinite reserves of free time.

    There are so many of these tools and demos. Every week it seems like there are a hundred more; it feels like every day I wake up and am expected to be familiar with a hundred more vaguely nostalgebraist-autoresponder-shaped things.

    And every one of them is vastly better-engineered than my own hacky efforts. They build on each other, and reap the accelerating returns.

    I’ve tended to do everything first, ahead of the curve, in my own way. This is what I like doing. Going out into unexplored wilderness, not really knowing what I’m doing, without any maps.

    Later, hundreds of others with go to the same place. They’ll make maps, and share them. They’ll go there again and again, learning to make the expeditions systematically. They’ll make an optimized industrial process of it. Meanwhile, I’ll be locked in to my own cottage-industry mode of production.

    Being the first to do something means you end up eventually being the worst.

    —-

    I had a GPT chatbot in 2019, before GPT-3 existed. I don’t think Huggingface Transformers existed, either. I used the primitive tools that were available at the time, and built on them in my own way. These days, it is almost trivial to do the things I did, much better, with standardized tools.

    I had a denoising diffusion image generator in 2021, before DALLE-2 or Stable Diffusion or Huggingface Diffusers. I used the primitive tools that were available at the time, and built on them in my own way. These days, it is almost trivial to do the things I did, much better, with standardized tools.

    Earlier this year, I was (probably) one the first people to finetune LLaMA. I manually strapped LoRA and 8-bit quantization onto the original codebase, figuring out everything the hard way. It was fun.

    Just a few months later, and your grandmother is probably running LLaMA on her toaster as we speak. My homegrown methods look hopelessly antiquated. I think everyone’s doing 4-bit quantization now?

    (Are they? I can’t keep track anymore – the hyper-competent tech bros are too damn fast. A few months from now the thing will be probably be quantized to -1 bits, somehow. It’ll be running in your phone’s browser. And it’ll be using RLHF, except no, it’ll be using some successor to RLHF that everyone’s hyping up at the time…)

    “You have a GPT chatbot?” someone will ask me. “I assume you’re using AutoLangGPTLayerPrompt?”

    No, no, I’m not. I’m trying to debug obscure CUDA issues on a Sunday so my bot can carry on talking to a thousand strangers, every one of whom is asking it something like “PENIS PENIS PENIS.”

    Only I am capable of unplugging the blockage and giving the “PENIS PENIS PENIS” askers the responses they crave. (“Which is … what, exactly?”, one might justly wonder.) No one else would fully understand the nature of the bug. It is special to my own bizarre, antiquated, homegrown system.

    I must have one of the longest-running GPT chatbots in existence, by now. Possibly the longest-running one?

    I like doing new things. I like hacking through uncharted wilderness. The world of GPT chatbots has long since ceased to provide this kind of value to me.

    I want to cede this ground to the LLaMA techbros and the prompt engineers. It is not my wilderness anymore.

    I miss wilderness. Maybe I will find a new patch of it, in some new place, that no one cares about yet.

    —-

    Even in 2023, there isn’t really anything else out there quite like Frank. But there could be.

    If you want to develop some sort of Frank-like thing, there has never been a better time than now. Everyone and their grandmother is doing it.

    “But – but how, exactly?”

    Don’t ask me. I don’t know. This isn’t my area anymore.

    There has never been a better time to made a GPT chatbot – for everyone except me, that is.

    Ask the techbros, the prompt engineers, the grandmas running OpenChatGPT on their ironing boards. They are doing what I did, faster and easier and better, in their sleep. Ask them.

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  • sacred-portal:

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  • totallyuniquelily:

    friendly-asteroid:

    friendly-asteroid:

    Who wants to see my cat totally brave and not at all scared at the vet

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    Excellent. Here she is, being super brave:

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  • notemily:

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    In case you wanted to know how the demise of Verification over on Twitter was going

    (via rythyme)

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  • leftovergarlicbread:

    Time for all you fucks to see this again!!!!

    (via punkitt-is-here)

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  • if two guys were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what

    cybergrindr

    nyancrimew:

    yaoi

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  • jenjensd:

    jenjensd:

    cryptoidantagonist:

    cryptoidantagonist:

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    babblingbranches:

    clitfisto:

    clitfisto:

    peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it

    dont do this

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    I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.

    it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.

    tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.

    do not do this.

    Unanimous consensus: Do not do this

    Other people: Hold on I’m about to do this

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    (via punkitt-is-here)

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  • 10001gecs:

    tumblr being all adults nowadays is so funny because my mutuals are either unemployed chainsmokers or Ezra, Bioengineering PHD Candidate at University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill

    (via dragestil)

    • 1 day ago
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  • discount-goth-grill:

    peoplegettingreallymadatghosts:

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    Same vibes

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    (via dragestil)

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  • catchymemes:

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