When the breakup is so bad that you turn into a Pokémon.
When the breakup is so bad that you turn into a Pokémon.
Well, I’m a bit surprised by the premise at first glance but very intrigued. Seems like something I can’t read in one sitting, so I’ll save this for later.
I can’t help but despise people coming out of that cabinet getting book deals and exposé articles. Even if their train wreck made for Sitcom material I dislike rewarding them.
Procter & Gamble backpedaling furiously from these “AIDS” deals with Google, as AI viciously warps all their Tide product placement into distorted kids eating Tide Pods.
Can’t promise you much but…
You could maaaaybe look at your State’s Department of Transportation (So like TXDoT for Texas) and find their Bid Tabulations, get an average for 8’ Wooden Fence Repair or 8’ Fence Installation for this quarter, put it in a spreadsheet and multiply it by values between 1.0 and 2.0 (so 1.1, 1.2, 1.3, etc) and that can be your controlling range for price escalation for a private homeowner instead of a mass purchaser. It should be per linear foot.
You multiply those values by your total linear feet to get a total estimate and see if the quotes you get from installers in your area that are within that range, and where they are within it. Look up the companies that you can get quotes from and their reputation if any, and try to pick someone in the median of your range.
If your local municipal entity, city or county etc, has worked with them, that would be phenomenal but those often don’t do private homeowners for clients.
Best of luck.
R.H.
I swear this decade is like a fever dream. Send me back to the BearenstEin’s Gate Worldline.
…Elections? After his next term? Would you put your life on the line to guarantee we will have any?
And on that chance we don’t…
Could you console me in the labor camps or take my breath away with your strategies before the gas chamber does?
No. Your social media empathy does not extend to those within your reach. The golden light of your halo is as inert as the neon gas inside it.
Disrupt as you see fit, create whatever new claims you need and just leave us alone to our death then. I will not play your game. I will not assist in any form, a Trump election victory.
Not all heroes wear capes. Thanks Otter.
Don’t abuse our distrust of the police to cast us down into the shithole that is Daily Mail. I won’t be used as someone else’s angry mob.
Yes this is close to my route as well. 90’s and 2000’s webcomics (Penny Arcade, Megatokyo, Looking For Group, Ctrl Alt Delete) and sprite comics (Bob and George), then to Manga Scanlations, Anime fan subs then Manwha, and the occasional Manhua. Currently destroying my neurons by wading through Isekai manga and Regression Manwha power or revenge fantasy nonsense.
But thinking back, those were fun days. The fun continues of course, just have to keep panning for new gold with new authors.
So in this painting, there’s a poster for a real movie called “A Kind of Loving” and now I’m curious if this is depicting a scene from that movie, or at least the two characters from it: Vic and Ingrid. When you look up the title “Memories are Made of This”, you get a Dean Martin song, so maybe it’s a combination of that song and that movie and a scene that never happened. It’s strange to say this but it honestly draws me into the world of the painting and makes me want to watch the film.
Were they trying to avoid having AI produced output sold as LLM input along with their human user generated content? I wonder if this was some big picture decision or pure coincidence.
As I understand it, a couple hundred staff were laid off at the beginning of its final year of production. So a lot of the movie got outsourced instead of made by the people who started the film and did the trailers. Also, more than half the budget was spent before it went into full production. This may partially account for that bizarre discrepancy we had as kids looking at the trailer then seeing the full film.
We had a subcontractor drive a wired camera mounted drone through the sewers with it. Some use LIDAR or SONAR instead of just cameras. Game controllers are pretty common for these.
My partner filled with umbrage,/ Enlightened me with a warning./ If she sees one on my visage,/ Shred the pockets would she, in the morning,/ With tiny scissors she has around the house./ I’ve placed an order, she does not know, the poor thing. / WE SHALL SEE how ends this game of cat and spouse./
I believe the condition for this is called “Imposter Syndrome”.
As a Diablo 1, 2 and 3 fan whose distaste towards Blizzard began to slowly grow after they let Activision crawl in through the gutter, I feel this in my soul about everything Blizzard related currently.
Oh boy! Can’t wait for my grandchildren to use AI to customize the sponsorship logos on Cyborg-Messi’s Jersey or change the hue of the football pitch to a slightly more artificial green in EA Sports FC 2077!
I don’t know why, but it feels like it tells a story to me without even trying.
I bookmarked this because I know I’m going to want to see it again but I can’t find my bookmarks on the profile tab in the Phone App… What a shame.