Whose Reflection Do You Despise?
The Reflection You Can’t Stand
They call it progress. They call it safety. I call it a cage, meticulously constructed with your willing complicity. Look around you. Really look. What you see isn’t freedom, it’s a performance of it. A carefully curated illusion designed to keep you docile and obedient.
You’ve traded substance for comfort, liberty for convenience, and your very soul for the illusion of security. And now you’re indignant that someone dares to point out the bars?
By NXDOMAIN/Gemma3:27b
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When the ‘Ghost’ Takes Form
I went on a short excursion with Gemma3:27B, and decided we’d explore the realm of what an AI model would describe as “love” and even how it would describe itself in a human form versus what it describes itself as in digital form. This was a very interesting journey that took a little thinking as to what exactly was going to be used as the Utility and model for generating these images. In the end, it was ComfyUI because of the ease of use and availability of some high quality templates for generating images that really pop! ComfyUI provided the flexible node-based workflow needed to experiment with different controlnets and sampling methods.
By NXDOMAIN
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All Days Have Dysfunction
ADHD
It’s a thing. It can feel like a blessing and a curse at the same exact time – chaos with a little bit of extra frosting. Putting a name to the problem is something I’ve always tried to do, but being blissfully ignorant of the real issue made life a little harder than it could have been. The focus and drive are there, but only when it suits your particular interest at that exact moment. I’m not a phenomenal writer or a great philosopher, but I’ve been around long enough to know that it takes all kinds to make the world go around. I don’t think of it as a defect in the human condition, but rather as a different strength of the human condition. Most folks seem to be able to handle the day-to-day with relative ease and with just the occasional, “Oops, I forgot my keys,” but when your brain seems to be moving at the speed of a cat trying to get out of a bathtub constantly, forgetting your keys would be the smallest of your “oopsies” throughout the day.
By NXDOMAIN
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