That’s an oddly specific example. I’m guessing you could possibly be an employed artist who is not muddy, oily or ever had a “cool workplace injury”.
That’s an oddly specific example. I’m guessing you could possibly be an employed artist who is not muddy, oily or ever had a “cool workplace injury”.
There’s def something to be said by just how alien the cishet dynamic is to me for example.
I have no concerns regarding children, no concerns regarding gender or power, I’m in a transbian relationship with another trans woman, we don’t have to work very hard to be equal in terms of societal sex dynamics.
It’s not all like we’re super enlightened Buddhist monks or something, we fight and get pissed and get upset, but man, that kind of discomfort and disconnect and almost a quiet rage I feel that cishet men and women have towards each other because of the broader state of societal relations between the groups just isn’t something that plays into it for me.
I suppose while being queer is generally more a curse practically in most of the world, this sort of freedom is some reward for surviving through it. I’m grateful to my past self for powering through all the threats of violence and suffering, through being disowned and everything and tell her that living will be worth it one day, and that everything will be alright.
Love that book (the first, hadn’t read the second). In a weird way reading it is like therapy for living in the UK and dealing with it’s… things.
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I’m trans and I like C, but I’m just old (26).
I thought furries liked Rust? Either way only if we can watch Dr.Chuck’s course
And then everyone clapped. Based if true though. Cursed username however. 7.5/10
Do you ever like, read what you wrote and think about it for a minute? Because if you did I think you’d realize that you sound utterly delusional.
I’m pretty sure to an artist from the early 20th century the difference between having Ctrl+Z, nevermind 3D modeling and just having GenAI would be honestly minute and they wouldn’t see either as to be the same craft or even to be on the same level of craft as what they’re doing. They would both seem like the machine is doing all the work. Would they be right?
Oh no it’s still a ton of work to get it setup correctly and everything and learn how to work the tool, kind of like how actually getting SD to generate something half way decent is also actually quite complex and involves both technique and practice.
It’s just that if I were a disingenuous anti-AI luddite like lots of peeps ITT who drew an arbitrary line in the sand between tools and followed my own logic, then compared to a 200 years ago, then indeed the computer does all the work, because there wasn’t even any need to grow hemp for the canvas.
TBH if it’s not even drawn it’s basically computer graphics which I don’t see as being much different from AI art. It’s the computer doing all the work anyway
Honestly I was just confused bro don’t worry, I thought this was !stable_diffusion_art@lemmy.dbzer0.com, my go-to for wallpapers and just plain nice images these days, but this looks like just more Photoshop made stuff I think
Nice! What model was used to generate this?
Is there fantasy that isn’t like this
Really? Where? When I visited the whole place was full of dead dogs, couldn’t even take two steps before hearing the squishing of a decaying carcass.
I’ve never seen spongebob
Because every second of my life, the task of being okay with existing in the real world does take effort.
That’s rough. Is it possible to change the environment in some way so it bothers you less? I don’t know anything about being autistic, but I used to live in a big city, eventually I couldn’t stand it anymore, homeless tents next to upmarket fashion shops, bus drivers avoiding bus stops like the plague, the endless NPC tech demo ass crowds, the costs, the grey, the awful public transport, thugs, lads, beckys, chavs, tourists etc etc. I used to feel exhausted just literally being outside, any small thing would ruin my day utterly and completely and I would retreat to sleep, dreaming of watching it burn. Now I live elsewhere, and I’m much happier overall.
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