The I Miss the Old Days Complaint Thread
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I have been watching YouTube discussions on AI art and I realised my biggest problem with it is that it was trained on art not the ethics but the fact I want a diffusion model trained on photography.
I am forever typing drawing, painting, sketch, illustration in the negative prompts and getting increasingly frustrated that it won't spit out reality.
If I do image to image with a render I want the result to have realistic hair, skin and clothing, especially fantasy historical stuff!
but all you get is damned art!
Non complaint
This is why I've been trying to set up my own AI models on my own computer. I want the image generator to be based on my own pictures and nothing else. I still think this is possible but obviously the documentation isn't great. And it seems to require a lot of free time. All of my free time lately seems to involve yard work and either running after or running from the wildlife in the area. More on that later. Also, surprisingly it seems like the image generators require less grapics hardware than the chatbots. I guess putting together images and understanding a language are both math problems for a computer, and language is a bigger problem.
Ugh... I still can't upload images. It's been like more than a month of playing cat and mouse with "will it upload or just hang" I think maybe once or twice in that time I was able to upload something without hassle.
I don't know about uploads but other features, such as splitting duplicate posts direct to the hidden area of the forums, seem to fail later in the day but to work earlier.
That sounds ominous... a hidden area of the forums...?... Spatuula the Elder warned of the dangers of these catacombs and how once before they brought ruin to mankind...
"Fearsome things dwells in such places... long forgotten, in the darkest depths they dwell, in a place where mortal man dared not tread... in that absence of light and hope they lay dreaming awaiting the moment they would arise from their slumber... but there where those who banished posts to the depths of those dark places, and in time they awoke a great evil that had been forgotten for millennia and so it arose and took revenge..."
Granted Spatuula the Elder was pretty insane and was convinced invisible pigeons were stealing his underwear, but there is evidence he wasn't entirely incorrect... it wasn't a Balrog or anything... it was more of a really filthy raccoon with mange and it just basically chewed through a wire and got electrocuted... but who knows... next time it could be a Balrog or a really big badger with body odor.
I find it particularly unsettling that later hours seem less safe for posts... perhaps that which dwells in the shadows grows stronger at night?
I'll see if trying earlier hours have any effect on image uploading.
One of my favorite planes, outmatched only by the F-22 and F-35, the SR-71's engines were very analog in nature, with each one having its own unique temperament and behavior. The throttle and the intake shroud had to be adjusted for each engine individually, or the pilot would have to deal with a lot of unreasonable yaw and other shaky-shaky during flight.
In order to use a regular-length runway, they would only fill the fuel tanks about 25% for takeoff. Once in the air, the pilot would join up with a C-130 tanker for a mid-air refueling, then would climb to supersonic altitude and open 'er up. The Blackbird was not a fuel miser because it had to run a very rich mix "up yonder". There's not a lot of oxygen up there. At sea level, the air has 21% oxygen. At an altitude of just 6,000 feet, the air is only 16.6% oxygen, or about 20% less oxygen than your brain is used to getting (if you're a Floridian, that is). At 30,000 feet, oxygen drops to under 7% (it's also a -48 degrees F at that altitude); only a third of what it is at sea level. The SR-71's service ceiling was 85,000 feet. I can't find out how much oxygen is up that high, but I'll bet it's not enough to light a candle and a G search says the temp is consistently -65 degrees F that high up. As cold as that may seem, the coldest place on Earth is Antartica, which as far as we know, holds the record at -129F.
Often, the Blackbird would have 2 or more refuelings (after the first one) in order to provide full range for a round-trip from middle America to wherever it was going and back. From public knowledge, the plane was "only" used to take photographs, and not for dropping ordinance. Rumor has it that the manufacturing plant in Palmdale, California got the name "Skunk Works" due to the stench it would regularly emit while it was creating the special coatings and adhesives needed to evade radar while also protecting the skin of the plane from overheating due to excessive friction.
It was an amazing plane built by amazingly smart boffins (using slide rules, not computers!) during a very scary time in world history.
Congrats on the successive successes with the eye surgery, LG! Well, back to work here...more decluttering, yay!
...actually it was a Boeing KC135Q which was a military version of the 707.
In later years the KC-10A "Extender" was used.which was the military version of the DC-10
Complaint thread?
complain, complain, complain,. it does not good it all falls on deaf ears.
That's the best type of complaint thread, a hole in which to vent and doesn't talk back.
Perhaps we could call it "The Vent Thread" next time.
Non-complaint: Rain.
Some drizzle yesterday, and more drizzle today. Good for the grass and flowers and trees, and farmers, and worms and toads, and birds ,and snakes, etc..
Complaint: Reflections off the bottom of the surface of the fluid in my partially full eyeball are worse today as the liquid rises ever higher. Lots of vertical streaks. Very difficult to use the computer with every dark or white spot generating a smeared-vertical reflection. Today I will be relying on my eyepatch pretty much all day. Hopefully, when full, the reflections will go away.
'Nother Complaint: Vision problems have put a pause on my game playing. "Firmament" will have to wait another few weeks until I don't have such trouble with display screens. Yeah, yeah, I could wear the eyepatch, but just dealing with screens and ghost images from the not totally dark patch is just too distracting and stressful. TV I can deal with using an eye patch, but detailed intricate examining of a game screen sucks.
Non-complaint: Yay, I don't have to use my eyedrops anymore. I'm free, I'm free...
Not entirely... unless you were using Siri or some other program to transcribe that and were actually saying "lots of wood always falls on deaf deers", which is actually kind of sad but probably true... Many a tree squashed deer could have escaped their fate had they not played their music so loud in their headphones during their youth, thus permanently ruining their hearing.
Regardless of the hearing impaired Cervidae, many complaints here do in fact fall on my somewhat waxy ears and I've been concocting a scheme plan to address the majority of them using highly trained chipmunks and an army recently unemployed pizza-making robots.
Currently the two biggest obstacles to implementing my nefarious plan is that chipmunks are fairly small and have difficulty steering heavy machinery and the pizza-making robots are no good at firing laser weapons... I thought about switching their roles, but the chipmunks just keep shooting each other, which at first is kind of amusing, eventually becomes tedious to keep cleaning up... also the pizza-making robots kinda suck at most non-pizza making tasks, so there is going to have be some refinement and reevaluation of the pizza-making robots' role in this fiasco scheme nefarious plan thing.
Technically until those and some telepathic aardvark issues are ironed out, the complaints will mostly go unaddressed, but not unheard.
Congratulation on having adequately moist and inflated eyeballs.
Yeah, in my whole life I never imagined that would be an issue.
Well, in my entire life I never imagined myself visiting Nebraska and then one day there I was in Omaha... it's not exactly the same as having a deflated eyeball... actually it was nothing like it... actually it was kind of nice... except for the time it was so cold that my spit froze before it hit the ground, but aside from that, there was a lot of corn... that's something I suppose... but sometimes in life... ...you know what... I can't fix that... it was a terrible analogy and now I've analogied myself into corner and I regret it.
I hope your eyesight continues to improve.
But not unnaturally good... like where you can see the future, like in a twilight zone episode or that Steven King movie where Christopher Walker could see everyone's past or future... But that's highly unlikely since I don't recall you mentioning being hit by a tanker truck, which I believe is the standard way one obtains future-vision... which according to most literature concerning the subject, tends to end rather badly and I don't want you burdened by knowledge of the future that you didn't ask for... you seem to have enough stuff on your plate and you don't need the hassle.
Anyway... Feel better!
is that like the Eyes of Laura Mars?
blow off steam thread works too :D
* confused look*
Oh sorry... I should have explained...
Chipmunks are small rodent-like rodents that look a lot like a hamster with a cool set of racing stripes on their backs and a real tail... not that stubby bald nubbin of tail thing that hamsters go parading around with.
The pizza-making robots are more difficult to explain... apparently there was a company recently in the news that thought people would lose their minds and pay anything to eat really fresh pizza made by robots... pizza so fresh they said "screw making the pizza in a shop, let's make the pizza in a truck that delivers it straight to the people's homes" ... so yes, a truck occupied by a pizza making robots (and probably a human driver), making hot pizza while rolling down the road, potholes and all... sheer genius.
Surprisingly enough that whole venture didn't turn out that well, despite the fact that the CEO was really bold and wealthy and the pizza robots dropped very few of the pizzas and most of the cheese didn't always slide off the pie... As it turned out, after throwing tons of money at this brilliant idea they decided that people didn't actually want robot made pizza that looked distinctly inertially deformed and was occasionally cheese-less.
So now there were all these robots who suddenly found themselves out of work... and if you know anything about unemployed robots, it's that they immediately start resenting mankind and the next thing you know is you have a classic Sarah Conner temporal paradox where Terminators eventually start to look old.
The telekinetic aardvark is harder to explain, but since it signed an NDA with SilCorDyne Heavy Industries LTD and me and the aardvark both share a psychic link, anything it thinks, I know and I don't fully understand all the legal issues involved with discussing the aardvark's dreams and ambitions.
I'm hoping that cleared everything up... it probably didn't, but in the long run most of what I say is confusing and most people usually just nod and pretend they understand... it's generally easier that way because I'll probably just get distracted and go on about something new in short order.
Great imagination. I would love to see you render a image of such a scene :)
Talking about Siri, I find it worse with those machines that answer the phone before taking me to a real person.
they ask what is your birthday? I answer April 15, 83. They say April 15, 1980. I say no April 15, 83. They say April 13, 83.
things happen like that all the time with those machines with me. I would think I have a speech impediment, but real people can understand me. (Unless the earbuds are being stupid!)
Try saying just "four, fifteen, eighty-three" or "four, fifteen, ninteen-eighty-three" in a clear, well paced statement as if you were talking to a foreign, ancient person who is not hard of hearing, but listens slowly and is just learning English.
"The trouble with smart machines, is that one needs to be smarter than they are, when they are stubborn".
-- LG -- Corrollary: AI will make that impossible.
Complaint: Speaking of making one's self understood while talking... What is it about young people that makes them think that the more words crammed into a second of time, the better.
Did I jabber that fast when I was a twenty-something? I wouldn't mind it if what was being said had lots of good words and significant meaning, but it's mostly baby words, and sentences missing articles, prepositions and pauses, poorly describing unimportant non-events. Kinda like this forum thread but without the luxury of reading (or ignoring) at one's own pace, the tomes spewed forth by some of us.
'Nother complaint: Whispering in movies. It's one of the reasons that I don't go to movies anymore. The volume range is huge, from cannon fire that ruptures your eardrum, to whispering or mumbling that would be drowned out by a cockroach munching on a dirty sponge. Thank goodness for sub-titles. It makes movie viewing on TV possible. The movie industry used to have people who knew how to mike a scene and get the actors voices clearly recorded. Suggestion for audio people, please shrink the audio volume range. But if you still want me to jump out of my seat when the cannon fires, put an activator under my seat that thumps when the cannon fires.
And please stop letting actors mumble and whisper.
That would be cute... because the chipmunks would all be wearing little lab coats and so far the ones that haven't shot each other with lasers (technically with reverse engineered alien plasma weapons, but that sounds snobby) and survived are still naked... because if it's not a historical reenactment, I'm not sewing chipmunk clothes... that and they are really fussy about the collars and hems... but regardless, I don't actually have the time and DAZ is really serious about wanton rodent nudity which they go on at length about in the TOS... which I can totally understand if one's rodent renders are anatomically correct... it's scary weird that nature chose to give most of the rodent family* such parts and not give them wheels on them at least... if humans had those kind of dangly bit problems, we'd have invented the wheel millennia earlier.
But anyway...
Chipmunks are not imaginary... I suppose if you get a head injury and you are seeing a bunch floating around your head playing little banjos, thats likely a flock of imaginary chipmunks... and also a perfect excuse to visit an emergency room, but if they are just running around the forest burying nuts and riding their little unicycles, that's perfectly normal... unless they are riding their unicycles and playing the ukulele... that's a really serious injury and you should seek serious medical attention right away... none of those Patch Adams/ Robin Williams kinda doctors... someone with no sense of humor... I've found out through trial and error (mostly error) that if a doctor is wearing one of those red foam clown noses, they probably aren't that serious.
But anyway...
Any imaginary animals playing the ukulele is a sign of a serious head bonking issue.
But anyway...
Back to chipmunks... Actually I'm done with the chipmunk part...
Moving on...
Pizza robots are real, I didn't make them up... unless I made up Bloomberg... not the former mayor of NYC**, the financial nonsense magazine/website/fantastical advice thingie... I don't make up financial news it's way too weird even for me... I'll make a joke about some company that I make up for the body of a joke and then find out six months later that not only is there actually a company doing whatever insane nonsense I concoct, but that it's actually 76.213 % dumber and insaner than anything I concocted... and someone got rich doing it... usually for some odd reason, only a couple of people did actually and the rest were significantly poorer, but that's probably just my lack of understanding of how the financial world works, which I've been told by people with pencils behind their ears, isn't that lacking, but since the only ones that count are the ones on TV, and generally anyone on TV is always right, I therefore must conclude that the world of finance and money stuff is way too complicated for mere mortals to comprehend.
But anyway... According to Bloomberg, the website, not the former NYC mayor**, there is/was a company that employed pizza robots that made pizza while driving to the homes of pizza craving individuals who were often disappointed by the quality of robot made pizza, most likely due to the effects of inertia on the cooking pizza... which is surprising until you realize that traditionally not many pizza restaurants are zooming around making sharp turns or slamming on the brakes because of old ladies on unicycles playing ukuleles, crossing in between not at the green.
This is the article: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-02-13/inside-the-firings-at-softbank-s-robot-pizza-startup#xj4y7vzkg its behind a subscription paywall, but if you have Apple News you could probably access it... if you have neither, you can click on the link and probably see the title "SoftBank’s $375 Million Bet on Pizza Went Really Bad Really Fast"... which does kind of sound like a title I'd write, but I totally swear I didn't... I'd make a better name for the company "EvolBank" or "TechoMegaCryptoMoney Financial Corporation LTD"... or something more believable.
Either way, the basic idea behind the business was more or less the same, though I'm not sure if they actually closed down or they are doubling down on the idea of robotic pizza making... they may have only fired the trucks, most of the humans and only some of the robots... but the point is I didn't imagine most of that or the chipmunks floating around my head playing ukuleles... I like this tune... "somewhere over the rainbow"...
Anyway...
As far as the psychic aardvark, I sent him an email and he's yet to respond... I'm sorry if previously I said we psychically linked, apparently I was mistaking a Twitter feed for a psychic link and I've relized the difference now.
Anyway, thank you for you time and I hope you didn't invest in pizza robots or Grilled Cheese Robots™*** or any sort of robotic fast food slinging future Terminators.
I'm going to go take a nap, these damn chipmunks are really loud and this ukulele music is putting me to sleep.
*Rodentia, the zoological order, not the family of Charles Nathaniel Rodent IV, well know author and philander... or philanthropist... I forget which is which... the one that gives lots of money to poor people whom they have affairs with... it's that one.
**The use of the word "Mayor" is not to be interpreted as a political reference of any sort, it's merely a historical reference to a real world job and was meant only to clarify that I wasn't referring to a particular person, but a website of the same name (technically, but incidentally related to a business created by the same historical figure mentioned, but which bears no consequences relevant to the point of reference), which featured the article this much of this post was mostly based on... pizza making robots.
*** Dibs on that concept... I'm currently accepting piles of investment cash and pitching my idea for Grilled Cheese Robot drones (technically "lightly modified AI augmented autonomous attack drones") that deliver delicious hot grilled cheese sandwiches directly through your window via modified T-Shirt cannons... it's a "Can't Lose™" idea, bound to make me alone smart investors millions!... "What Could Possibly Go Wrong©"
hmm... Rodentia .. any one else remember Space Mouse?
"The introductory story of the Walter Lantz Space Mouse is "The Secret Weapon". Space Mouse lives on the planet Rodentia, but he prefers to spend his time flying around the galaxy in his Lunar Schooner. The planet is ruled by King Size, who lives in Camembert Castle, located in Miceapolis, the capital of Rodentia."
@McGyver Thanks, that's exactly the idea I needed for my next render: NCIALWAL!* Does anyone know where I can get an unicycle for DAZ Studio? I may want to render a NCOAUWAU.**
*Naked Chipmunk In A Lab With A Laser
**Naked Chipmunk On A Unicycle With A Ukulelee
Just turned on my computer and saw a BSoD. Then my computer rebooted.
It is actually a Dell notebook or something like that?
I do. I also remember Walter Lantz, creator of Woody Woodpecker, Andy Panda, Wally Walrus, Chilly Willy and more.