This place is not a place of honour. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
Inkyrius or Inky or Kyrie are all fine.
Girl with a dash of Void.
Queer Trans Nerd. Mostly Harmless.
Interests include programming, Minecraft, pixel art, conlangs, worldbuilding, maps, typography, etc.
I'm over 18 for the people that need to know that.
I feel like the "starving artist" mentality is essentially an obstacle to class consciousness, because rather than think of themselves as exploited workers in food service or retail or whatever industry they actually work in that allows them to make rent, the "starving artist" thinks of themselves as someone who has been wronged by society because they don't receive what they see as just compensation for their skilled work as artists.
And so despite their apparent support for communism, these people are only incidentally leftists as a result of living under capitalism, which has failed to deliver what they want, and so they latch on to communism as an alternative; it's hard to imagine any economic system that gives what they really want, which is not the luxury to not have to work and to be able to pursue art in their free time, but an economic system where their art skills are rewarded as labor.
And they can't believe the truth, that no one valued this work as labor in the first place, so they have to believe instead that someone has intervened somehow to devalue their work, and that this is the reason why they've been blocked out of free admission to the petit bourgeoisie. Which is why they always fall for the most reactionary politics with a bare veneer of leftist language, or support massive increase on copyright and intellectual property; they harbor resentment towards those who they believe have denied them of what they were entitled to, and so they want to hurt those they believe wronged them as much as possible, no matter the consequences to themselves!
system of mathematical notation where concatenation always means multiplication and each prime number has a unique one digit symbol. so counting to ten looks like "2, 3, 22, 5, 23, 7, 222, 33, 25". the advantages of this system would be making multiplication and division trivial, as well as accurately representing the true form and identity of every positive integer according to the fundamental theorem of arithmetic. the disadvantages to this system would be everything
intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)
i cant get over the king charles portrait. they made that thing to age in his place. that painting hangs in the house of a too-friendly family you find in the post apocalyptic wasteland who inexplicably has a ready supply of fresh meat. if mario jumped into that painting he wouldn't find a charming platformer he would be flayed and hanged like a medieval criminal by an unseeable force in a droning red void. that painting is a color blindness test for people who work in IT but believe in the divine right of kings. that painting is going to weep the sequel to blood. after he dies charles is gonna crawl outta that thing like sadako.
it's astounding that the daily mail and co. have been given free rein but the new yorker and vanity fair article are under embargo in the UK, impossible to access without workarounds (british followers should be able to read the links), and banned from print editions
Everyone shits on elf metal. Just because dwarf metal (GRANITE FORGE, UNDERBEARD) and orc metal (URROSH GROGAG, TUSK) are widely renowned and pioneers of the genre and style as a whole doesnt mean we all need to collectively bash LAST KING ELIANDOR'S DIRGE FOR THE FALLEN LEAVES PARTS IX-XXII
'thats probably fine' is my favourite thing to say after seeing something that is incredibly obviously not fine. it is very played out and i will never ever stop doing it
Letby is housed in a privately run prison west of London, the largest correctional facility for women in Europe. Letters to prisoners are screened, and I don’t know if several letters that I sent ever reached her. One of her lawyers, Richard Thomas, who has represented her since early in the case, said that he would tell Letby that I had been in touch with him, but he ignored my request to share a message with her, instead reminding me of the contempt-of-court order. He told me, “I cannot give any comment on why you cannot communicate” with Letby. Lawyers in England can be sanctioned for making remarks that would undermine confidence in the judicial system. I sent Myers, Letby’s barrister, several messages in the course of nine months, and he always responded with some version of an apology—“the brevity of this response is not intended to be rude in any way”—before saying that he could not talk to me.
jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with britain?