Heyy everyone! Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, one that has been repeatedly requested by my lovely patreon members-- with a caveat! There were frequent requests for two scenes: one where Sophie tells Howl to find her in the future, and the 'There you are' scene in the beginning. I decided to bridge the gap between these two scenes and show something we've never seen before - the secret moment when Howl tracks Sophie down using matching ring he gave to Sophie. If you'll notice in the movie, it's sparkling just as he puts his hand on her shoulder. I thought it would be a fun 'what if' fanart for this off-screen theory. :)

This is the funniest thing I've ever read. I would have LOVED to see that

three types of people

Maybe quantum physics is different in a universe where a mob boss built a working supercollider that could create portals to other worlds in 2018

@abominablesnowdude's tags are too good to let vanish

Wake up, turn desk lamp on, am greeted with this.

I have been made aware that this is not common knowledge and so wanted to announce that ChatGPT is not a search engine and not supposed to know answers to things. It's a language model- it's trained to talk like a person. Not to know information or understand how to do operations or really even reasoning

It's absolutely terrifing the way people use it, and like you said usually they have no idea how it works. The way I explain this to my writers at work (I'm a writing consultant at a university) is to think of it as a giant mad-libs game. It's filling in all these blank spaces, and it knows that if we're talking about, say, cooking, using the word spaghetti is more likely than the word xylophone, but it doesn't know what any of it means

Yeah, exactly! I was thinking about this because of an irl conversation today discussing an article about a social study on it- asking people to use chatgpt and then surveying their thoughts and opinions in response. It was things like "it doesn't answer a question right so it's clearly stupid" or "it does answer some questions right so it must know everything" and this just points out- people don't know how it works. That's why I wanted to bring it up. You explain it really well, I think- it knows what words occur together most often and how. It doesn't know why or understand the concepts behind it.

For once, I feel like I can contribute a bit of expert-adjacent knowledge here. I edit business thought-leadership articles for a living, and AI has been one of the most popular topics this year. And one thing that gets repeated over and over again is that AI needs humans to check it because IT GETS THINGS WRONG. This might be because of a faulty data set used to train the AI model, or it might be biases in the data its given, or it just doesn't know the answer so it makes something up that SOUNDS right because it is a machine, it literally doesn't know any better. There are no truth and lies, there is just the algorithm that spits out something that sounds good. For the love, please do not rely on AI for accurate information.

I'm crawling out of the sewer to say it again: don't let anyone stop you from writing what you want to write.

Don't let people saying your writing is too 'self indulgent' stop you.

Don't let people saying your writing is 'not original enough' stop you.

Don't let people saying 'you shouldn't write this' stop you.

Write what compels you.

The thing about "self indulgent" writing is that your readers also want to indulge themselves. "Oh no what if this concept is TOO fun to imagine" they want to have fun that's why they're reading.

*slowly reaches for the popcorn*

sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it's more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.

HE 👏 WENT 👏 LOOKING 👏 FOR 👏 TROUBLE 👏

The euros fail to consider the form: it’s not Johnny’s hubris that is the subject of the song. It’s the devil’s, who thinks his power is worth more than simple love for a craft

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idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it

i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished

idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it

Hey quick question I'm trying to prove a point to my boss-

If you visit an online store and while you're on there a pop-up ad appears for the website you are currently on, overlaying any page you might have to be on, how do you react? The ad is very large, will cover up the pictures of the product if you are on a product page, appears overtop of drop-down menus, takes a long time to load, and is like 15 seconds long. It does not make noise, but will follow you from page to page until you close it, so simply clicking to a different page will not get rid of it.

Assume you will absolutely find the close button before the ad loads and that the products on the website are notably cheaper than what you'd find elsewhere, but nothing special or unique in and of themselves. Easy enough to get somewhere else. Where potentially you can actually see the pictures of the things without having to wrestle with a stupid popup. I'm definitely an unbiased party in this argument.

How to make your tumblr post unrebloggable

Because i’ve been made aware that not everybody knows about this lovely feature

1. Before posting

Change this setting

2. After it’s already been posted

Are notifications driving you mad? Did you accidentally post something rather private in public mode?

No stress, you can still adjust it in three easy steps:

Tumblr is really interesting because you can say something like thursday is duck with a top hat day, and half the website will reblog it

Duck in a Top Hat Thursday, y’all!

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idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it

Gotta clean room. Need encouragement.

I miss her little creaks...