Paladinus posted:

Holy poo poo! Now I can shitpost Take on Me parody videos to my heart's content!

Peanut Butler posted:

Friend posted:

Edit: This didn't turn out as cool as I hoped

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Design a TV that comes in small, medium, and large.

Kennel posted:

Design a chainsaw that you only use once in a lifetime.

Captain Hygiene posted:

End of Shoelace posted:

twist funny wisdom man jordan petersons arm to make him say whatever you want!
https://www.notjordanpeterson.com/

jordan peterson discusses deviantart:
https://vocaroo.com/i/s0IeRwBwA9sj

End of Shoelace posted:

is he okay? can anyone do the heimlich maneuver???

https://vocaroo.com/i/s0RBOVKqtuPv

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We’re releasing the 774 million parameter GPT-2 language model after the release of our small 124M model in February, staged release of our medium 355M model in May, and subsequent research with partners and the AI community into the model’s potential for misuse and societal benefit. We’re also releasing an open-source legal agreement to make it easier for organizations to initiate model-sharing partnerships with each other, and are publishing a technical report about our experience in coordinating with the wider AI research community on publication norms.

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The sky above the port was the colour of a television tuned to a dead channel, but the wind was calm despite the storm, and a few distant ships were drifting in, but no one had come to join us. The weather is always calm in the Far North, which is why we never make a journey by barge. I was tired, but my eyes were full of fear. If anyone could survive a trip by barge, it would have to be Me, and it took my heart to look down and look up to feel it.

I was the last to leave the boat, and I walked toward the house I was sharing with some of the other children who were making my little braid, a braid from the girl in the dress to the man who was watching her while she sat outside in the rain pouring sweat and mud.

I saw them looking toward me. The man had a wide-eyed look in his eyes. They all had the same look, and I knew that we were all going to die.

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In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit. And he lived in a hole in the ground, and he knew he lived in a hole in the ground." "Who is he?" asked Bilbo. "Some sort of a hobbit," said Gandalf. "He is a Hobbit." "Hobbit!" said Gandalf, looking at the Dwarf. "He is a Hobbit, and very kind! He is as good as any Hobbit we have ever met, and he is the closest that we have yet come to meeting one of your race." The Dwarf, though he felt that his friends had more to say to him than they had wished to in this time of distress, was satisfied, and, as Gandalf had foreseen, fell into a deep sleep. Gandalf woke him a short while afterwards, and he began to feel quite well again, although it was evident that he was still weak and weary. "What have you to say, my friend," Gandalf said, in his soft voice, as he watched him at work. "It is I who was your enemy.

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The body lay naked and facedown, a deathly gray, spatters of blood staining the snow around it. Its eyes were closed, it was too late to speak and it was too late to do anything that wouldn't be seen by all the hunters already at the foot of the path, waiting in ambush. Its body was a skeleton of the most beautiful soft-shelled shellfish that ever washed ashore on the island: The mantis shrimp, with its delicate, spiny, translucent body and its bright blue eyes, all the more striking because of the light brown color.

I'd seen these things once on a cruise in Alaska, and they were so beautiful that they became a source of fascination and fascination was what was happening on this Island. I'd caught up with the local fisherman's father, Jim, and we'd hung out on his boat and talked about life for a short while. He was a retired fisherman, but he'd found his second calling as a pilot, and he and his daughter kept the boat going with enough fuel so Jim could fly fishing and his daughter could go to college.

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It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times. I had forgotten all about it until two weeks ago.

On March 17, 2003, I was awakened from a night of sleep. I turned around to face an open window in the living room and saw a young man staring back at me. He was about five foot nine inches in height and 160 pounds. He was wearing a white T-shirt and brown shorts. He was skinny but definitely muscular.

He stood there staring back, a blank expression on his face. He kept staring at me without saying anything. After about 10 seconds, the door opened and a man appeared through it. The man wore a baseball cap and black shorts, just enough to conceal his legs.

It seemed a good thing his name was Chris, but I assumed that he had an alter ego named Chris the Kid and that he was just testing me out. At some point, I had realized in my mind that there were no other Chris's in the world and, just as I had realized before, no other kids were out there trying to emulate me.

ai21 posted:

I was born. I grew up. I got married. And then I died.

The Great Gatsby, Abridged posted:

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Don't let the current push you. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Captain Hygiene posted:

Elentor posted:

Pretty sure that's literally the first 2 minutes of at least 10 TV shows from the past decade and the en passant background story in who knows how many others.

ai21 posted:

I was born. And there was no room in hell for me, I could not be damned, I was too small, too weak, too stupid and too sick for sin. And then I died.

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Superintendent Chalmers: And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled?
Principal Skinner: What do you mean?
Principal Chalmers: They are steamed.
Dr Skinner: Well, what else are you going to call it then? How do you feel about the name Steamed Meat? And what's the name of that hamburger? [Mimicking her mother] Steamed Meat!
Principal Chalmers: What are you talking about, Steamed Meat? I never said Steamed Meat.
Mrs Skinner: [Shouting] Steamed meat! Steamed Meat! Get back into that corner! Get back! Steamed Meat! [Shouting] Get those children away from Steamed Meat! [Shouting] Get those children away from Steamed Meat!

Kennel posted:

For sale: A pair of old men shorts.

Never worn.

Melville 2.0 posted:

Call me Ishmael... The story revolves around a woman named Rachel, the story's protagonist, and her search for her children. When she discovers all of those orphans her search to find them, and their whereabouts, becomes a life-ruining mystery. After this, Rachel, and her parents decide to take on a new persona as children. However, the only real child of the orphans that their new identity can really be accepted is her father, who died when she was two-years-old. The father of the children is called Ishmael. 

"That's not the way they are. They are a little bit smarter than that, a little bit more powerful. They are not born knowing who they are, they are born born knowing who their parents are. So they are able to read minds and so on. But that is just a game. They need to learn and they need to be able to read minds," Rachel said.

In an attempt to make their son better, Ishmael's daughter Rachel has grown jealous that Rachel has taken over the children's home, which was previously hers. The two of them become more involved, as they began to hunt down and steal each other's children. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.