Everything everywhere all at once is a film about a girl ripping the entire universe apart just to find a part of her mother that she feels understands her. And everything everywhere all at once is a film about a mother ripping the entire universe apart just to understand her daughter. And my chest feels like it’s caving in when I think about it too long
I feel that if I don’t repost this somewhere every year at some point, I’m living my life incorrectly.
What is even..
Some backstory. In FFXIV, for a very short spurt of time, there was a glitch where the upper body of a model would lock and freeze in place while the rest would still perform animations from other emotes and attacks. The results were pretty incredible for those that could get the lock to happen.
It was quickly hot-fixed out, but not quickly enough for the above video to get made, un/fortunately.
A doctor saying “Good news! Your labs look great” is like if you were watching a cop show and the chief walked in like “Great news, everybody! The best news! The killer is still at large and we have no leads.”
One time I was like pretty sure I had finally figured out that I had Symptoms Disease due to all the Symptoms and my doctor did some tests and she was like. Good news! You don’t have Symptoms Disease!
And I started crying and she was like, is there something in your eye? And I said no I’m crying? And she was like, oh? Why? And I said, because we can’t fix my Symptoms because we still don’t know what’s wrong with me? And she was like. Nothing’s wrong with you! :)
Actually something similar had happened to me multiple times (and in some of those cases I did in fact get diagnosed with the relevant Symptoms Disease years later) but the one where the doctor asked if I had something in my eye because she couldn’t comprehend that not having answers would be upsetting, that was definitely one of the most situations ever.
going to the punk show and everyone is mad at me for wearing pre-pissed jeans “he didn’t even piss them himself” they say “he bought them that way” and they all think I am the biggest poser of the night
I worked on this for four hours straight after work and now I’m going to bed good night
Unsure if you are aware of this update, but apparently someone got into the Twit api and believes that the "rate limiting" is actually a cover up by Elon bc they accidenlty pushed an update DDOSing their own site, which is why he says its "temporary" in his tweet. Not sure if Elon is actually trying to cover-up, or if the DDOS is an unintended side effect of the change
As far as I can tell, the folks advancing that theory have it perfectly backwards. The rate limit isn’t an effort to address the self-DDoS situation: the rate limit is causing the self-DDoS situation.
In a nutshell, when you load up Twitter in your browser, two things are happening:
In response to your initial request, Twitter’s server sends your browser the information it needs to construct the website’s user interface (UI).
Once the UI has been constructed within your browser, it instructs your browser to dispatch a separate request, via the Twitter API, requesting content (i.e., tweets and ads) to fill itself with.
(It’s actually a little more complex than that, because the response to the initial request may come pre-filled with a portion of the required content in order to speed things up the first time you visit your dashboard, but that’s the gist of it, anyway.)
So, what happens now that the rate limit is in place?
Well, the rate limit doesn’t affect the first request – it’s not using the API, so your browser is able to construct the Twitter UI just fine. The moment you try to scroll your Twitter dashboard, however, that triggers the Twitter UI that’s been constructed within your browser to ask the Twitter API for more content so you can keep scrolling – and that request is subject to the rate limit.
If you happen already to have exceeded your rate limit, that request is going to receive a response along the lines of “Error 429 – Rate Limit Exceeded”. Here’s the trick: while Twitter did update the UI to reflect the addition of a rate limit (i.e., they’re not complete idiots), it turns out they did an incomplete job, and certain dashboard widgets don’t know what to do with an error 429.
Now, the fun part: apparently, what the affected Twitter dashboard widgets are coded to do when they receive a response they don’t recognise is simply to ignore it and try again. Further, nobody thought to impose a delay between attempts, so they retry immediately upon receiving the unrecognised error 429. For users with snappy Internet service, this can result in their browser making multiple attempts per second to retrieve content for the affected Twitter dashboard widgets, receiving (and ignoring) the same error code each time.
And that’s how Twitter ended up accidentally ordering its own users to DDoS its API.
ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i’ve chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices
absolutely visceral experience. food is so much more satisfying when you have to fight it. i may be feral
i am not proud to say this but that pizza lasted fifteen minutes. i normally am not that gluttonous, but this goes beyond glutton. there was gluttony and wrath. a whirlwind of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, all atop a flatbread that was shred apart by my own hands due to the neglect of another
in that moment i was wild. i was free. i understood the simplest joys in life. the joy of eating and manifesting my own destiny
been reflecting on this all day and the unsliced pizza experience honestly ruled. i think everyone should try it sometime or another. you have not truly lived until you just absolutely obliterated a pizza in such a feral manner
is this you
yes
run
My best friend and I have this tradition we call “chicken dinner” where we get a rotisserie chicken, lay it on a tarp, start on opposite ends of the tarp, and on the count of three we both run at the chicken and start ripping into it with our bear hands. We will be on our knees fighting for the best pieces of meat, ripping into the chicken with our faces, and it is the most viscerally delicious chicken I have ever had in my life. Grease gets everywhere. We have to do this outside. We have to tie our hair in buns beforehand.
You have never known the joy of food until you are lunging at your friend to rip the best part of the chicken out of their hand, rolling around on the tarp, stuffing it in your face before they can retaliate, and you realize “holy shit did I just growl?” And then you realize they are doing it too.
The chicken gets decimated. It’s absolutely destroyed. We aren’t allowed back inside until we have been hosed down. It’s the best.
Oh ye of little faith.
People across the street looking through the blinds, “Harold! Harold come quick, they’re doing the chicken thing again!”
it’s cool that every website on the internet is noticeably dying because the morons who bought up the entire thing only just now realized that they can’t have infinite profit growth forever and now we’re gonna have to deal with whatever crypto blockchain metaverse bullshit will inevitably replace it all
ALT
