The kids actually made animals that don't exist. The AI just put a bunch of stuff that already exists together into a polished slop blender. You can't get a better illustration of why AI can't create anything new while human creativity is bottomless.
The soulless minions of orthodoxy will really criticise anything!
Join us for the launch of the new book from @kestr.al - The Boy From Elsewhere - hosted by Heartstopper's Tobie Donovan at the British Library on February 15th. It's time to find out why everyone’s talking about this epic Young Adult sci-fi fantasy story! #Booksky #Books #YA #Heartsky #Author
When you buy something on Vinted it says "Success!".
I imagine that Klingon Vinted would say "Qapla'!" every time you pick up a second hand frock with a cheeky little boob window.
they're taking our flag means death off the bbc at 11:59 tonight 💔 when will the british empire's crimes end
What about "Quigley Down Under" for Australia Day?
If you watch Die Hard at Christmas but don't watch The January Man at New Year, are you even an Alan Rickman fan?
The ad where the bloke spends his whole holiday crying because his suitcase full of Heinz baked beans didn't turn up makes no sense. He's clearly staying in a Hotel, not some self-catering situation. How was he planning to make beans on toast? Was he just going to eat them cold out of the can?
Has the new Forever Friends tag in #PokémonGo just overwritten one of our existing tags? That's pretty annoying.
Very excited for the Darts World Championship to kick off this evening. Especially looking forward to seeing Lisa Ashton in action against Micheal Smith - that has the potential to be epic! 🎯
The only acceptable use of the hidden bio feature on Feeld is Rick Astley lyrics.
I'm late to the party on the Christmas ads because I don't watch much live telly, but Tesco really thought they would normalise shitty behaviour in their Christmas advert this year, didn't they? Go on, bully your family, it'll be proper festive. 🙄
“All your tea is decaf,” Anthony states. “Ah, well, yes. Caffeine isn’t great news for the heart rate, so I’ve tried to cut back.” “You’ve never mentioned that before, I don’t think I’ve even heard you order a decaf tea in the cafe.” Anthony frowns. “Not very on-brand, is it?” James says, like that makes any sense. “On brand?” Anthony’s smiling now, despite what he thinks is another emerging opportunity to remind James that it’s perfectly alright to look after himself. “Do I strike you as the sort of person who would truck with a decaf tea bag?” “Clearly, you are,” Anthony chuckles. “Look, I just didn’t want it to be a thing.” “So, you cut back at home, but still mainline caffeine when you’re out and about so nobody suspects you’re some softie who drinks decaf?” “Keeping up appearances, you know.” “It’s alright for people to see you change, see you look after yourself.” “Hmm, we’ll see.” And with that, James turns tail and leaves Anthony in the kitchen, blinking at the space he was previously occupying.
This bit is a little way into the story, they've been working together for a while and have now confessed their feelings. Anthony visits James's home for the first time and makes a curious discovery in the kitchen...
A screenshot of a CIDER Facebook ad, showing a burgundy velvet strapless dress with a cream band across the chest.
I think the people at Cider have been watching DS9. If this was longer, I would snap it up for future Kira cosplay reasons.
Even after all the faffing that morning, James manages to arrive at the café 25 minutes before his appointment time with Havers. Heather’s Café had been on Wokingham Road far longer than James had lived in Reading, though he’d never gone in while Heather was alive. He had heard that she catered local Conservative Party functions, which rather told him everything he needed to know. After she died without a will in 2019, the place stood shuttered for months. Then Alison had inherited it, along with a few other units in the row, and within weeks she and Mike had it open again. The name of the café, as well as any salvageable fixtures remained, but Alison and Mike approached the running of the place with a slightly less regimented attitude. They had consulted any regulars who came to visit about what they liked and tried to be accommodating, but there had also been several new additions to Heathers, some good and some that James isn’t entirely sure about. Pat's regular requests to add an egg to whatever he was ordering had resulted in a sign being placed next to the till that read “Put an egg on it! 60p each”. Another sign in the cafe was a whiteboard promoting Mike’s latest smoothie concoction. Today the sign reads; Green Lightening Spinach, banana, pineapple, matcha, and chia seeds Unlock your inner Squirrel. Get fast, focused, and store snacks for winter.
Not exactly appropriate for March… but what does he know? James surveys the room while he puts in his tea order and wonders if Alison will think it strange if he doesn’t sit at his usual table. “Don’t usually see you on a Monday morning,” Alison comments; she will definitely notice if he sits at a different table. “I have a meeting with a potential client.” A tiny frown appears between her eyebrows as she takes in his appearance. “That explains the unbranded jumper.” “Alright! Don't be smart.” He snaps back. “I’d expect that sort of scrutiny from Fanny, not from you, young lady.” Alison just shakes her head. “Do you want anything with your tea? Mike’s been out for fresh pastries this morning.” “No. Thank you, Alison. Not just yet.” He takes a deep breath and feels thankful that Alison wasn’t in the mood to bite back today. James settles at his usual table, deciding that it will be perfectly adequate. He has a good view of the door, this table doesn’t wobble, and there is a light directly overhead. He quietly congratulates himself on his good taste. He notices Havers the moment the door opens, there’s a shift in air, a bit of movement at the corner of his vision. Then he really sees him, and James’s thoughts instantly scramble for order.
A bit more from chapter 1...
So, as long as that friend is below level 70, you would know if they haven't logged in since the update.
Time for a purge of inactive friends!
Let me know if you'd like to be friends and exchange gifts, I'm on the XP grind to level 80.
Just found something really useful in #PokémonGo post-level update.
If a friend hasn't logged in since the update, you will still see their old level. But you can also see that their XP is way above what is required for that level.
Synopsis James Fairfax coached Kitty Higham, the most successful British swimmer ever, to 7 Olympic medals. Her retirement after Paris 2024, leaves him with no goals, an empty calendar, and aching knees. Anthony Havers had a bright future ahead of him in the British Army until an explosion in Afghanistan changed everything. After years of surgeries and retraining as a counsellor, he’s built a life helping others. But he can’t ignore the pull of the water, or the sense that time is running out to chase a childhood dream. When Anthony seeks out James as a coach, both men find more than they expected. For James, despite having never worked with a para-athlete, it's an opportunity he's powerless to resist. For Anthony, it could be a chance to fulfil more than one dream. Together they’ll discover that medals aren’t the only thing at stake. Sometimes the biggest challenge is daring to believe in a future — one they could share.
James doesn’t receive a lot of enquiries via the form on his website. Local people usually get referred via word of mouth. Sometimes these things are spam bots, but this doesn’t sound that way. It looks like the sender has a sensible email address and writes like a human being, not a deranged robot with a penchant for strangely formatted links. He sits up a little straighter and reads this email through for a second time. He knows Katherine’s a superstar, everyone does, but it’s still flattering to be recognised as a small contributor to her success. And it was a lot of success - what if this Havers is expecting some miracle worker? The third time he reads it, he does so out loud to himself, under his breath, as he tries to analyse the tone. Ridiculous behaviour, he thinks. This is a potential client, not some enemy code. He stumbles over the phrase “openness about who you are” and panics slightly; am I being too open? Is this how I end up in the Daily Mail? He shuts the laptop and puts the kettle on. Is Havers only reaching out because of the Army thing? It sounds like he’s seen real action, if he was discharged on medical grounds and is considering para-swimming. What if he’s expecting me to be… Rambo? Good lord, I’ve got the knees of a retired vicar. He’s a little intimidated, if he’s honest. He reminds himself that he’s the one who put “Army veteran" on his website; he’s got no one to blame but himself.
James tries to pretend he's not going to Google this man. That's all down the drain within about 15 minutes. There seems to be a couple of Anthony Havers competing for Search Engine dominance, but one of them is in his 60s, competing in local vegetable growing competitions, so James thinks it's probably safe to rule him out. The other one first appears in a short write up in a local newspaper whose website has far too many advertisements on it to make it legible. It's supposed to be about wounded soldiers coming home, not that anyone would realise that. James huffs in frustration and goes back to the search results. Another story on a less annoying local news website mentions Anthony Havers playing in a charity Cricket match last summer to raise funds for veterans. There's a picture but no caption to help him identify which man is Havers. There's a quote from him though, he talks about keeping active and giving back. Nothing particularly revealing. That's just what people say, isn't it? Still, he enjoys cricket, that's something they could talk about at least. There are some old swimming records from what must be his mid to late teens, before the Army certainly. Havers was doing well at the regional level. He notes down the best times he finds and spins his pen thoughtfully through his fingers. Might even have been promising enough for James to single him out like he had done with Kitty.
Then there's a photo from a veterans breakfast meeting about 18 months ago. It's been posted on Facebook of all places. James doesn't have a Facebook account but the picture is visible to him. He wonders if that was intentional or not, seems a bit lax. There's a list of who is in the photo but it seems to be in alphabetical order, so he still isn't sure which of these officers is Havers. He’s moving his mouse in order to click away when he realises the names pop up when he hovers over the faces. He checks the scariest looking one first and let's go of a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. It turns out Anthony Havers is standing in the back row and he doesn't look scary at all, he might even look shy, but he's smiling brightly. He has broad shoulders and an easy, soft eyed look. There's some scarring visible on his face but he looks so alive. James almost shuts his laptop again. His heart has picked up its pace. “Good Lord, he's handsome!” Slips out of him on the whisper of air left in his lungs. This isn't good. This isn't professional. Whatever happened to boundaries? He realises he can click on the little “Anthony Havers” label that pops up whenever he moves his mouse over Havers’ face. In for a penny? He clicks. Then immediately moves the mouse to the X at the top right of the window. This is silly, he should stop, go and sort out a load of laundry and schedule it to come on in the night to make the most of his Economy 7 tariff.
I really want to put some of this out into the world. It's running at about 30k words, despite not having anything in a publishable state yet.
Fandom: BBC Ghosts 👻 (Modern AU, no one is a ghost)
Ship: Capvers
Rating: E
Working title: Between The Lines
#WIPWednesday #fanfiction #bbcghosts #capvers
Reading about two characters falling in love is great, but what really interests me is two characters staying together, figuring shit out, changing and growing, and still choosing to love. I like writing that too.
Suffice to say, I'm struggling with the beginning part of a fic. #fanfiction
Remember when we used to say "information superhighway"? I don't know what reminded me of that this morning, but it had me lmao.
As fans of the TV series Ghosts (2019) we are coming together to ask Baschea Walsh not to be evicted from a home she has lived in for nearly two decades. While we appreciate the idea of a fandom themed holiday, we do not want this to come from somebody losing their home. #bbcghosts
A screenshot of a Christmas decoration on the M&S online shop. It says the work Soduku on it but doesn't follow the puzzle's format at all.
Do you think anyone at M&S has ever seen a Sudoku puzzle?
Harry Potter branded Haribo sweets on the shelf in Home Bargains.
No! Not Haribo 😭
This is so unnecessary!
Artwork for the 212th episode of TrekRanks featuring the "Top 5 Visceral Episodes" of Star Trek. Including the "sweet spot" (top row center) from Star Trek Enterprise and Morn's stomach (bottom right corner) from Deep Space Nine. As always, to keep you guessing, remember that the episodes reflected in photos here include some choices that were featured in this episode of TrekRanks, some choices that were maybe mentioned in our "Secondary Systems" portion of the show, and some choices that weren't mentioned at all.
NEW! We really got into the spirt of things this week by actually hiding this episode from you for a few extra days, but the new TrekRanks has finally dropped! It's the "Top 5 Hiding Places" in #StarTrek and this is a fun one! Where would you hide in Trek?
🔊 www.trekranks.com/trekranks-podcast
I like fun Star Trek
I like serious Star Trek
I like goofy Star Trek
I like risky Star Trek
I like comfortable Star Trek
I like provocative Star Trek
I like moral Star Trek
I like dark Star Trek
I like intelligent Star Trek
I like dumb Star Trek
A window seat covered with cushions. An ideal spot to sit and sigh.
A 1930s bathroom.
A grandfather clock.
A tree, looking a bit worse for wear.
Where have I been today?
Me in my Bluesky bubble.
