Aether (moved) @Taylor@awoo.space

Also now about that one tier list that lists the Kirby fandom as "largely pleasant" and I'm wondering if that suggests something about why I've felt discontent with social media since 2011, since my introduction to internet communities was Kirby's Rainbow Resort, and therefore a (I'd like to think) "largely pleasant" place that didn't prepare me for how cut-throat elsewhere could be.

Crosspost from my Twitter, quote-tweeting the following:

Friendly reminder that you have zero control over how other people perceive you so you might as well just be the person you want to be anyway

-- Soph

A thought I had recently is that I liked the idea of being "famous" for any stories or games or whatever I made when I was "younger" because the internet wasn't the absolute mixing pot hellfire that is social media.

Without social media, who cares whatever others thought? The only people I had to worry about were those on forums I frequented, and these were largely Kirby fandom forums.

... this is sort of a lie, of course. I remember being stressed out as a teen that I would end up on Encylopedia Dramatica, and I was told "just don't cause drama" by a certain someone, essentially implying they saw archival and mocking of strangers' lives as justified in some cases.

But nowadays I feel that people can think whatever they want, as long as they're not causing trouble for others. If people want to be puritanical neoconservatives, then whatever. But they should keep their toxicity to their bubbles.

... but this also applies to positive reception, because of the rise of parasocial relationships! That expectation by fans that others they've put on podiums owe them attention. If we were allowed to exist in our own spaces without serving strangers' wishes, it would be less a problem. Then creators could just create without feeling constantly judged by nobodies.

raar.wav

I had an incredibly surreal, possibly lucid dream last night.

I was in the car going somewhere with my parents, but something seemed off. As we were backing out of the garage, there was suddenly a large inflatable (red? blue?) ball was wedged in the garage where the car was. It was parade-float-like, in that I could see it was made up of several polygonal sheets with obvious seams. It seemed rather cheap, in a way.

I think I was somewhat lucid about the fact I was dreaming, as the dream kept backing up a little, or restarting, or something, as if my subconscious was tripping up and trying to step back a bit.

I ended up bursting the big inflatable ball somehow, but I'm not sure how this happened, if I ended up out of the car or what.

The next moment, I was lying down in the living room with a scrunched up ball of blue rubber - obviously the remains of the inflatable ball, though certainly not enough rubber to be as big as it once was.

I then ate it.

I then noticed my hands starting to look puffy, light blue shiny patches appearing on my hands and a bit over my arms. I open the sliding door (or it was already open?) onto the verandah and stand on the lawn and look up to the sky. I don't know if I saw it or just - in dream - imagined it, but I remember my belly getting round and blue, too. I think there was some more of the dream glitching back a few seconds again, as I feel like going outside happened a few times.

I jumped, I wanted to see if I would float. I jumped a few more times (possibly dream glitches again), I think by this point I was certain I was dreaming, because I saw potential for squeaky adventures and wanted them to happen. Every time I jumped on the lawn, I felt myself get lighter, my jumps higher and floatier.

I'm not sure if I started floating or not. I remember a particular floaty moment, and visions of the clouds, but I may have woken by this point. That was probably just me wishing I'd continued dreaming, I wanted to get to the floating flying part...

I got back to sleep at some point, but the next dream was less interesting, just something about a colourful flat with my brother and clutter everywhere.

But still, that first dream... becoming a balloonie and floating with each step and jump... I haven't had a dream like that in a long time... <3

Pooltoys sure often want friends to join them!

A commission for Veladynee, Goldkin, and Hawke. Haven't done a commission in quite a while. Or a polished picture like this, really. I'm satisfied with it in the end~.

Still thinking about this commission I got that makes me feel pretty... ...

Art by Rina.

The frequency of which posts are just people sharing snippets about themselves through quote-retweet memes is increasing to the point in about two months all conversation will be guided by quote-retweet memes.

I spent like four hours in VR today. Two separate two hour sessions. I am worn out.

Here's a bunch of screenshots of shenanigans with a toy friend.

sqrrk.

Isn't it great we're all on the same services and they can just all fail at once and cut us off from the world?

at least with IRC netsplits were easy to circumvent. I don't recall ever experiencing an IRC server being completely down

:thinking emoji: if you gave a program language processing to generate code, could the program program itself new functions, given enough time... ...

Please look at this extremely good avatar I commissioned from DazureSky on Twitter. It's so spaaaaacey.

outlive your meat vessel
become rubber robot dragons

~ Tathar Nuar

It's interesting in a way how I have a preference for obviously manufactured/synthetic transhumanism.

Supposing we lived in a world where all sorts of body modification existed: genetic, mechanical, nanotechnology, whatever. I think I would personally prefer a body that makes it obvious I made it myself, or had constructed to suit my needs. Because that means my body's "unnaturalness" and manufactured nature is part of my self-definition upon reality, rather than an organic body that seemingly evolved and happened to fit me just right.

There may also be some aversion to the messiness of biology. It doesn't matter how much a genetically engineered body might fit me, perhaps too I would still feel put off by things that come with being organic. Maybe I would feel less this way if I was able-bodied, I dunno.

Then again, if I was able-bodied I would probably also not have endless fantasies over transhumanism. An opinions thereof over its direction under the lead of Silicon Valley types...

Dragons tho...

How to get exercise: testing VR avatar physics. Wiggling like that is exhausting.

Trying both the Twitter version (not compressed by Handbrake because Twitter hates that??) and the compressed version is the same. Maybe Mastodon interprets a video as a gif (even though it's still video) if it's under a certain length and has no audio channel??

why is modern web, this

okay mastodon why are you turning this mp4 specifically into a gif

I wasn't entirely feeling the wiggle physics in reviewing it in this recording, so I spent some time making it feel more swishy~.

wiggl