I started this one a couple of days ago while waiting in a hospital lab that had terrible data signal (so no internet). Still struggling a bit with the proportions for women. #jessica #sketchdaily
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Aug 2018
Jul 2018
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Repost from mostlysignssomeportents:
I eagerly await our new AI masters’ world of ultraoptimized, uncannily organic, evolving foorplans. Joel Simon:
Evolving Floor Plans is an experimental research project exploring speculative, optimized floor plan layouts. The rooms and expected flow of people are given to a genetic algorithm which attempts to optimize the layout to minimize walking time, the use of hallways, etc. The creative goal is to approach floor plan design solely from the perspective of optimization and without regard for convention, constructability, etc. The research goal is to see how a combination of explicit, implicit and emergent methods allow floor plans of high complexity to evolve. The floorplan is ‘grown’ from its genetic encoding using indirect methods such as graph contraction and emergent ones such as growing hallways using an ant-colony inspired algorithm.
Adds Simon: “I have very mixed feelings about this project.”
https://boingboing.net/2018/07/30/what-happens-when-you-let-comp.html
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Marvel Adventures Spider-Man #57
Jun 2018
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Repost from mrkltpzyxm:
“our teeth and ambitions are bared” is a zeugma
and it’s a zeugma where one of the words is literal and one is metaphorical which is the BEST KIND
I didn’t know about zeugmas until just now! That is so awesome, everybody:
zeug·maˈzo͞oɡmə/
noun-
a figure of speech in which a word applies to two others in different senses (e.g.,John and his license expired last week ) or to two others of which it semantically suits only one (e.g., with weeping eyes and hearts ).
ISN’T THAT AWESOME??
#in english class in high school my teacher had us write our own zeugmas in class#and one guy came up with ‘he fell from her favor… and the window’#i am forever looking for opportunities to use that one
She dropped her dress and inhibitions at the door.
What’s this? My favorite rhetorical device showing up on my dashboard?
IT HAS A NAMEEEE!! OH MY GOD!!!
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Repost from poblacht-na-n-oibrithe:
Please do not pass this by without reading it
Louder for the people in the back:
No sympathy, no quarter, and no mercyThis is a long text post. I myself usually hate long posts that eat up acres of my dash. But this one is important. Really REALLY important. I wouldn’t reblog it and take up so much of your dash if it wasn’t. Please…take the time and read this.
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Repost from heckifiknowcomics:
Every time I see this I’m equally unprepared for the punchline bc I forget it’s a joke until the end
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Repost from mrkltpzyxm:
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Playing Skyrim: I have my wife (Aela) and adopted child move into my homey cabin in the woods. I ask Aela how the kids are doing and she asks what I was thinking bringing us out into the wilds where there are wolves and bears and whatnot. Ignoring her, I talk to the child and offer a game of tag. The child immediately runs outside and I chase after her to find her being attacked by wolves. I hurriedly draw my sword, Aela would never let me live this down
May 2018
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Repost from laughhard:
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I think I took this picture somewhere in Kyoto
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Repost from fireandlifeincarnate:
look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.
“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who had practiced one kick 10,000 times.”
-Bruce Lee
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Uncanny X-Men #325 For some reason I always liked the Wolverine and Colossus commentary in this issue
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Repost from thebibliosphere:
To those trying to use my post to say Terry Pratchett would have been for the racist right wing rhetoric that resulted in Brexit…what’s it like being Lord Rust?
“You can’t put words in an author’s mouth”
Okay but, and I’m going to go out on a limb here, *steeples fingers in front of face and takes a deep breath* when you spend the entirety of 41+ books telling people to fight back against the evils in society, which he perceived and portrayed to be racism, sexism, classicism, ageism, greed, neglect, war and the every day small minded acts of bigotry that make society sick as a whole, I’m going to go ahead and say Terry wouldn’t be to happy with people chanting “Make Britain White Again” while firebombing the local kebab shop. Just a hunch.
One of his books was literally called Jingo and featured a kebab shop being firebombed. And the protagonists were outraged by this and did everything they could to help the owner. The words were already in Pterry’s mouth back in 1997.
“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.”
Jingo– Terry Pratchett (1997)
Discworld was a deeply progressive book universe, where diversity was always a strength, where kindness was the great problem solver. How coukd anyone read any of his books and think he was ever conservative in any way?
God bless how can you get PTerry so blessedly wrong?
By not actually reading the books? Honestly, I don’t get how you can read over 40 novels worth of books and NOT GET THE BASIC PREMISE?
And just in case you aren’t paying attention, or need things spelled out for you, Pratchett’s villain in Going Postal, a character named Reacher Gilt, was a blatant con artist who would tell you that he was going to rob you as he was doing it, and whose office was located in a build called Tump Tower, for fuck’s sake.
Seriously.
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Repost from hannahblumenreich:
high school sucks but sometimes you get to be spider-man, and that’s okay.
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Repost from hannahblumenreich:
aunt may does right by her nephew.
oh my god this is adorable
@jaxblade you need Aunt May to make you one of these.
Apr 2018
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Infinity War spoiler: we didnt get this scene (yet), maybe in avengers 4
this got a bunch of likes/RTs then I realized I attached a lowres version. Here’s the page from Marvel Unlimited - from Invincible Iron Man (2015) #3
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Repost from marsapartment:
I’m losing my shit avhsqafgshssb
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Repost from halojay:
This movie was greatly underrated
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Repost from theartofanimation:
Glen Brogan - http://albinoraven7.blogspot.com.es - https://twitter.com/glenbroganart?lang=es - https://www.instagram.com/glenbrogan/?hl=es - https://es-es.facebook.com/artbyglenbrogan
Mar 2018
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People are biased towards 7.
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How dare you speak to me? #zelda
Jul 2017
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Repost from zenpencils.com:
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I kind of binged Madam Secretary season 1. It’s a bit like a better Designated Survivor (mostly because they handled their “conspiracy” better).
(No, I haven’t gotten to the “Duterte” episode yet)
May 2017
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Repost from theverynearfuture:
Stream of Consciousness
Jan 2017
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Repost from fozmeadows:
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
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Repost from twitter.com:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)
Getting real sick of hearing from people who are fretting ABOUT PUNCHING MOTHERFUCKING NAZIS.
Remember, when in doubt: Punch. More. Nazis.![wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)](https://mirror.roytang.net/2017/01/156344378580/156344378580_0_huba83b70beb26f4e51aecb341737d386c_217790_300x0_resize_box_2.png "wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)")
![wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)](https://mirror.roytang.net/2017/01/156344378580/156344378580_1_hu040e94f064d4d174765d145dbde0213d_294322_300x0_resize_box_2.png "wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)")
![wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)](https://mirror.roytang.net/2017/01/156344378580/156344378580_2_hu5e07e5d1add3a594ec25585cb5d4e1b4_253991_300x0_resize_box_2.png "wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)")
![wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)](https://mirror.roytang.net/2017/01/156344378580/156344378580_3_hu11237cac386ef36fb8c9c2b9e9bc8880_243813_300x0_resize_box_2.png "wilwheaton:
imathers:
maxofs2d:
Sorry about this being in Twitter format but it was too good not to share. (x)
Boy, I remember when all of this seemed* like a mostly abstract consideration and not something we’re going to have to take to the streets over and over again to combat.
*(rightly or wrongly [probably the latter], and I am fully aware this also speaks to how privileged my existence is)")
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Repost from incidentalcomics:
Day Planner
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Repost from pdlcomics:
Dec 2016
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Repost from incidentalcomics:
A New Year
Happy New Year! You can now pre-order my book, The Shape of Ideas. It will be published in April 2017.
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Repost from theverynearfuture:
Bad News.
Nov 2016
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Repost from joshua-wright:
I have no idea where this is going.
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500 posts! Hooray?
Oct 2016
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Repost from wonton-winwon:
greenhairedheroine-youttaharime:
Don’t you ever wish that you could escape from the hardships of your everyday life?
- Shy Guy (Paper Mario: Color Splash, 2016)
Holy
FUCK
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Repost from lizclimo:
group costume idea
Sep 2016
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Repost from mtg-realm:
Magic: the Gathering - A Kaldesh Love Story
Posted by Brute Force Games, this is perhaps the funniest MTG video I have seen this year.
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Repost from mic.com:
Aug 2016
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Repost from britneyinventions:
Britney Spears invented the popular card game, Magic the Gathering, in 1998 to entertain her and her family while traveling to and from Sweden while recording her debut album, …Baby One More Time. Magic the Gathering is based on a fantasy storyline where each player is a wizard, referred to as a “planeswalker”, who draws different types of elemental power from environments which he/she controls (referred to as “lands”). Each player tries to destroy one another by summoning creatures and casting spells.
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Repost from bear1na:
Rogue and Psylocke by Kenneth Rocafort *
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Experimenting with making a comic strip. I’m using the Sketchbook Pro app, but it doesn’t provide me with a way to smooth out the lines in the text bubbles, I might try some different apps again later
Apr 2016
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Repost from psych-facts:
You are the books you read the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and let the colours fill your mind.
–Jac Vanek
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Repost from unpretty:
“villain attempts to go back in time to kill superman as a small child, gets shot in the face by ma kent, who buries him behind the barn with the others” would probably have niche appeal as a comic but i don’t care, i want it
The first time a man from the future showed up at Martha Kent’s house, Clark Kent was two years old.
According to his birth certificate, anyway. She just kind of accepted that the details were a little fudged. Relativity, and all.
Maybe the stranger would have succeeded in whatever it was he wanted to do, except that he really did just show up. Appeared, like a ghost made flesh, right in the backyard. Clark, thank goodness, was out in the fields with Jonathan. He couldn’t bear to be alone, that boy, and they could never bear to leave him.
Which left Martha free to shoot the ghostly intruder in the face.
Martha had not always considered herself a shoot first, ask questions later sort of a person. But that was before she found a baby in a spaceship where her corn was supposed to be.
They’d switch off, Jonathan and her, who got Clark and who got the shotgun. Martha got the shotgun more often than not. Guns made her husband uncomfortable. She was hardly a fan, but she’d always been a terrible pacifist. Too determined to defend herself.
The sight of all that blood and brain and bone was still nauseating. She compartmentalized, told herself it was no different from slaughtering a cow; didn’t think about riot gear or tear gas or the friends she’d lost or all the things she’d moved away from when her heart couldn’t take it any longer. This was different. This was her son.
She prodded the corpse with her foot. It remained a corpse. A real nasty looking corpse, all big and burly and holding a gun much too large. She didn’t like making assumptions based on appearances, but she didn’t imagine he’d been coming for anything nice. She bent down to search his pockets, found a metal wallet and flipped it open.
Born 2018.
Well, hell. Wasn’t that just a kick in the pants?
Probably she ought to have been a bit more unsettled than she was. But she’d been waiting two years for someone to show up on her doorstep, men in black or UFOs or something. Hell, she’d half expected her sweet little boy to hatch into something worse.
Just because she brought home space babies didn’t mean she was a damn fool.
Jonathan had rejoined her in long strides, was holding Clark in such a way that he couldn’t see the corpse on the ground. “Well, shit,” he said.
“Eyup,” Martha agreed.
“Don’t look government.”
“Nope.”
“We burying him?”
“I’ll bury him,” Martha said, standing up. “You get Clark inside and read him a book or something. I don’t want him seeing any of this, getting him messed up in the head.”
“You sure? Looks heavy.”
“That’s why we have a wheelbarrow. I’ll stick him out behind the barn, might as well keep all our secrets in one place.”
Martha had a long time to think as she dug a time traveler’s grave. There were a lot of reasons someone might travel back in time trying to kill her kid. The first was her instinct as a mother, which was: he was a fucking asshole. Who killed a kid? Fucking assholes, that was who.
Now, it was also possible that her sweet little boy grew up to be some kind of space Hitler. She didn’t think she’d raise that kind of a kid, but she didn’t suppose there was any parent who set out to raise a Hitler.
Still didn’t sit right with her. She didn’t much like the idea of killing baby Hitler, either.
Mar 2016
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Poor Piccolo lol
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We must remain vigilant!
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Zoro and Nami are hilarious LOL
Jan 2016
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Repost from drawadinosaurday:
#grimlock
Sep 2015
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PH Issues vs Aldub etc
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Repost from icanread:
