T H A N K Y O U 👏

My favorite brand of Ratiorine is definitely:

"They both experienced immediate attraction upon seeing the other and are (silently) interested in the possibility of pursuing a relationship, regardless of their differences and the difficulties of their situations."

But also:

"Despite being two of the most hyper-competent people in the universe, they are absolutely idiot4idiot when it comes to romance or discussing their feelings, and they are about to make their complete inability to express themselves and court like normal people into everybody's problem."

What the fuck why am I making a Rayman exe.

Like dawg what if you died n then went to Rayman Origins land n then your friend accidently left you in the attic n you forgot you were in fact human and not an "anti-piracy" program (there is no piracy going on) like that'd be crazy I think.

I really need your support :,)

I know I'm a pain in the ass about this. But, please, if you can, please consider commissioning me. I have pay what you can/want commissions open too. If you need I can split the payment in up to 4 installments (or more if you need it) too. I also offer simple 2D animations. If you need a discount, we can talk about it, too. I'm open to draw pretty much anything. So, please, if you like me and/or my art, please consider commissioning me :')

I hate practically begging people to commission me, but I'm so close to paying off all of my debts, but even so the bills are super expensive and I'm scared of not being able to pay them all off this month. Commissions is all I can do (aside from sending free prints of your choice if you commission me and pay the full amount before the month ends if you fill out this form).

If you just want to support me, I accept ko-fi donations as well.

This is so important to me, guys 😭 I'm super thankful to all of you who always reblog my commission info!! I'll forever be thankful if you can commission me during this tough time I'm going through as well, and if there's anything other than art that I can do for you, talk to me and I'll do my best to make it happen if possible!

Me reading the list of biblical, classical, Shakespearean, and poetic references Tamsyn Muir put in The Locked Tomb: "I am so deeply uncultured, I got none of these" Me reading the list of memes in TLT: "I got almost every one! That counts for something, right?"

“You had a hunch”

“I had a hunch”

“Daniel might prove fruitful in later times” *ominous music*

WHY AM I GASPING I ALREADY KNEW THAT

Waiting for JO to post on social media like

The site you gave us got hit and they had to take down a bunch of games 😭 it was my favorite place too RIP

"HOW DARE PEOPLE ARCHIVE OLD GAMES. YOU NEED TO GET AN ACTUAL COPY OF OUR GAMES THAT WE REFUSE TO RE-RELEASE AND PORT YEARS LATER. DON'T REASON WITH US"

The games:

Everyone is going ”I never knew the onehat ending was like that”

Gurl I don’t think I figured out you could even interact with items until really late game…

And then I didn’t even know you could leave the last room in act 6….

And when I did I got the onehat ending

This is like when I didn’t find out you could run in Omori until I had finished the game😭😭😭

All ghovie situation feels like there's a big party with a cool cake and I and a bunch of other guys are sitting in the other room. We can't go out of this room and just hope that somebody will get us a slice of cake

6.9.2024

sometimes i see fanart of kevin and i go wait is that kevin? why is there a 2 on his face? cause to me HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN NUMBER ONE

GASP i forgot I had a couple Aporia fanarts from 2021 also!!!! I'm slowly tuning back to my ygo art hype so I thought to share...🥺 I love this giant cyber-tech metal beast sm...

So much color and tone variation just in the simple and humble domestic shorthair black kitty…

chinese room 2

So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?

This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?

He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.

Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something -- pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.

* * *

One day, something odd happens.

He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and-- silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.

Which character comes next?

This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine -- shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.

* * *

One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”

Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”

The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”

That is how ChatGPT works.

Karlach Cliffgate- fire of my heart