Astoria

@tenobrus ai hype slop quote too lol

rocket engine 😭 those poor poor committee members

Claude. Mythos

@cigarettesummer real horror enjoyers understand

Thinking about Japanese literature again

the striver class reckoning has begun

@Bayesian0_0 people love larping and scifi ren faire dont exist so they end up here

Some mfs on here have claude psychosis for a model that doesn’t exist yet

@cxgonzalez it can get weirder

"it's just going to get weirder and weirder and weirder and finally it's going to be so weird that people are going to have to talk about how weird it is."

when you sit down with no distractions it is painfully obvious how there is no upper bound on artificial intelligence with the only exception being that of an inexplicable divine

@teachrobotslove our sad and broken and lost ontology

All of the things do exist, because every mythological creature represents an aspect of ourselves. You meet a committee of fairies, elves, vampires, and werewolves in almost every person you encounter.

but it feels less real now. us social creatures are meant to deal with persons not the abstract

homer puts Athena and Terror in the same category. when an army panics, Panic is just literally there. we call it mass psychology now

@howie4317694102 i was dating one like this right in the prime but we broke up due to distance and now she is..... i mean you know how they changed

@ad0rnai ya eternal sunshine

have you ever consumed a piece of art and been struck with the realization that it would have been more arresting for a previous version of yourself

@blingdivinity no nono no no

what does it mean when she flirts with you but she has a boyfriend

@voooooogel beautiful and "baetyl" oh my god

When the shaman has broken the charger's spine under the waxing Moon and its flesh has been roasted and parted to the participants by station, the ascent can begin. Taking the drum by which he communicates with the celestial spirits, he begins to ascend the prepared birch. [Which can be understood as an instantiation of the world-tree.] The birch has cut into it twelve notches, each representing a celestial vault which the shaman must ascend through to reach the highest lunar heaven, the Moon - which now looms large above the world-tree, its clusters of lights twinkling faintly in the young darkness. At each notch the shaman stops and drums loudly while reciting magical formulae to the guardian of that vault, or acts in pantomime, speaking for both himself and the god in ritualized negotiation for passage, producing carved pieces of wood or bone from his drum to purchase his ascent. At the tree-top, the shaman ecstatically projected into the lunar heaven, he unfurls the banner wound around his drum and painted the previous night by his assistants. The formulae for the painting of such banners are highly protected by each shamanic lineage, as it is for these formulae that the settled peoples who have begun to repopulate the ancient ruins of our ancestors must still consult with the northern shamans. The unfurling of the banner is always conducted in complete silence, for it is well-known that the gods of the Moon can see but not hear. The banner exposed for ten minutes, its secret text facing the sky, the shaman descends abruptly and the cloth is burnt in ritual fire, the shaman and his ornithomorphic assistants circling the embers in dance for hours, praying loudly to scare off the dark egregores that circle such ritual-sites. At sunrise comes the reply: a streak of red fire against the sky, shards of burning moonsilver breaking from it and flaring into the air, until the charred baetyl crashes smoking into the foot of the world-tree. The participants cheer for their safety [the legendary black shaman Hakereka having been diopetically destroyed by a rod of Moonsilver after innovating human sacrifice into the ritual] and the shaman leads pantomimed prayers of silent thanksgiving to the Moon, whose twinkling clusters of lights are now fading into the rosy dawn. After cooling the baetyl in sanctified water, the shaman cracks it open and distributes its contents, most commonly medicine for various maladies, to the participants. Each receives his gift, pays customary homage to the Moon, and departs, while the birch is burnt. The origins of this ritual are obscure, but our archaeological evidence dates them back before the first reconstruction, and possibly before the first change of the Moon. We even have references (though the texts themselves had been lost even then) to fragments of Sappho and Li Bai praising the Moon thousands of years before the first change. But how could this be? What sort of men would worship and long for a featureless, silent, uninhabited moon?

@tszzl japanese posters are like unburdened fawn prancing about whichever way

they are really posting on a whole other level

can a large language model prove it is a large language model all by itself

@siksosik dont go getting political

fifty million spiders in a trench coat

japan and china have such good cheap food, cooked chicken and salmon just ready to go in convenience stores for cheap. is this what surrendering the future looks like, are our supply chains too ingrained to be changed, our way of life too frozen

@1a1n1d1y abacus stocks surging

you failed to consider the ai might take computers away from us

Agamemnon gets publicly called a coward and is just like "yeah damn u right" and goes on to fight, we've totally lost that ability to be frank in a back and forth without digging in heels