FUCKING BOOD

As a college student in computer science, fuck generative AI. I’ve watched it suck the brains right out of peers, to the point they’re incapable of doing basic tasks. It’s mindnumbingly frustrating to be explaining something to them, just to get a “Oh let me just ask ChatGPT”. Like… if you didn’t get the explanation I JUST gave you, just tell me what part! I was teaching them how to set up a unity project for our SENIOR PROJECT, they said “I’m just going to ask ChatGPT,” and then did, in front of me. And then, ChatGPT gave them the wrong answer, and I had to correct them AND the AI and restate my original point. And this was for the install process for modules… I’d even linked the manual for it

Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?

Just in case this isn't a spam message:

Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.

Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.

Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.

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Granite 15th, 500 We've arrived at Paddleglens to establish our outpost, and I'm... pleased with the surroundings. The hills are decent, as we've settled along the foothills of our home mountain range. We've got dolomite, chalk and mudstone exposed along the surface of our new home. In addition we've got a decent supply of trees along our northern area, though much of our new outpost lacks any greenery along the southern portion. It's all a rolling grass plain around the river. The river itself is a small thing, barely deep enough to provoke a risk of drowning. I'm happy to report one of the hills is decently large and tall to support our initial outpost and I've begun laying out our plans to delve into the hill to carve out our lodgings. I've already begun to plan how to carve secure entrances on the hill for access to the fort for ourselves, traders, and potential invaders. We look to have a bright future ahead of ourselves... though my cohorts have admitted their skills are... lackluster in many of the departments we will need. We have no miners, woodcutters, or farmers. Just 2 bards, a noble, a carpenter, a soldier, and a cook. One of the bards is a fisherdwarf at least, and before I could talk with them, they were already running to the river... As for the other bard, they have skill with thread, but in the meantime, I've set them to work with an axe. Our cook likewise has been given an axe and set to work, and the pickaxes were given to our noble and soldier.

Granite 17th, 500 First major incident in the fort... one of our bards got into a tussle with a kingsnake. Both seemed to have run away mostly fine, but I admit this is not a promising beginning.

Felsite 4th, 500 Wow, Slate just blew right past huh. We've begun to carve out our lodgings and such out for our initial home. We've established offices for our nobility, and I've begun work as a manager. Our lone soldier is operating as the town sheriff, and the last noble should be sitting down to count all our stocks any day now. Without a mason of any kind, we're relying on our carpenter for most of our furniture right now. Tables, chairs, beds, doors and blocks. I'd prefer stone blocks for our workshops, but we're going to have to make due with birch blocks. The little stone we have that isn't economic stone is going to have to be saved for building some furnaces and such, in case one of the other leaders needs them before we reach magma. Regardless, on this fine day, I'm optimistic for where we're heading.

Galena 3rd, 500 We got our first batch of immigrants in! Two miners, a glazer, an administrator, and 2 peasants. The miners and glazers are both ironically better administrators than the noble, so the glazer's got the job as our broker now, taking that responsibility off me. The miners will join those we'd been having mine prior. The peasants & admin are going to work our fields for now. As well we're putting one of them to work as our stonemason for the time being.

Limestone 1st, 500 Well Autumn has come, and I feel rather poor on the outpost's condition. We have an internal storage area, but so little has been carved out from what I planned, and the outpost liaison will be here soon. I fear we have little impressive here, and while I sent one of the miners off to begin an exploratory delve below us, we have yet to find much aside from a small amount of cassiterite.

Limestone 13th, 500 I don't know what the next leader is going to want, so I'm requesting imports of materials we either don't currently have, or may not have at all. A few stones, copper bars and ore, as well as some crops, as it might be a nice supplement. I don't care if they buy what I asked to import, but I will try to produce the exports asked, which are primarily amulets and scepters. For my remaining time as the head of our fort, I'm going to be trying to set up some manufacturing of those goods, so we might have something to sell next autumn.

Sandstone 20th, 500 Well we got our final migrant wave this year, I'm pleased about that. Trading could have gone better, and in the mean time, I've sent our miners to go prospecting for gems along the hillsides. Our cook has made his first masterpiece, and I don't know if I should be concerned or not. I think he got inspired by the rumor of planepacked, and decided to planeroast some apples. He's shoved so many different ingredients into his apple roast, I suspect he actually was just grabbing individual apples and shoving them in. He put in almost every piece of fruit we had lying around, considering he made 255 servings of the thing. Why he decided to do this AFTER the traders left, I'll never know. I guess he wanted to eat his roast all by himself, but I could have bought some real nice flour and dyes with that kind of money...

Granite 1st, 501 Well... the years over. I managed to delve deep enough to get us some gold with some prospective mining to the west. I smelted the gold and had a set of coins forged to celebrate our first year. 500 gold coins, minted by our cook funnily enough. He chose to put a rendition of The Tin Rock, a finely designed image of a jug on one side, and an image of a millstone on the back. I'd also set up connecting our trading depot by tunnel to our lodgings, and carving a more defensive entrance into our outpost. I'd used the rock we had from mining to get our mechanics to work making mechanisms and set out to build as many rock fall traps as I could on a zig-zagging little path. Likewise, I had a bowyer make us 10 crossbows to get us started defensively. I know metal would be superior, but we don't have any military grade metal to work with at the moment. I'd also managed to set up some production of trade goods like goblets and amulets. Hopefully whoever follows me can find some metal we can use to create a few weapons to wield, otherwise we're limited to the wooden crossbows, and a bronze sword I bought off the caravan...

Oh hi. Um. Just ignore me. I’m just gonna leave this here. Uh, enjoy at your leisure.

Oh hey Space Princess what’s up?

hey look its me.

GIRL. HOW MUCH SHIT CAN YOU OWN?!

Hey girl...maybe share some shit for the rest of us?

Dimension 52

(View the other chapters here [Chapter 1][Chapter 2])

Chapter 3:

It had been a couple of months since Ford had initially landed in Ooo, Six months to be precise. His records of how long he’d been lost were kept as accurate as possible. He’d had time to meet some of the other denizens including Princess Bubblegum’s friend, Marceline the Vampire Queen. She’d visited for a bit of a prank, namely moving Bubblegum’s bed halfway across Ooo. There was the Ice King, apparently an old senile wizard who came into Bubblegum’s castle with the intent to kidnap her. Ford fought the Ice King back, knocking off the crown that was seemingly the source of his powers (Afterwards the Ice King left sulking over the fact that Princess Bubblegum apparently had a new ‘boyfriend’, a statement that left Ford quite confused for the longest amount of time.) He even ran into a pair of talking dogs named Joshua and Margret who seemed to be paranormal investigators like himself. Ford spent most of his time either training or working alongside Bubblegum on one of her recent projects, some kind of defense robot named RATTLEBALLS.

Recently he’d come to the conclusion that he wasn’t really needed in Ooo anymore, and he had more or less finished his hand-to-hand combat lessons he’d been taking. There was also the rather unnerving issue of the candy citizens that kept calling him Billy for some strange reason.  So Ford grabbed his things, including several devices he and Bubblegum had built and some food for his journey ahead. It was time for him to discuss with Bubblegum his departure from this dimension.

“Hey Peppermint Butler, where’s Princess Bubblegum?”

“She’s in her Lab currently. Do you need me to get her?”

“No, that’ll be fine, I need to talk to her myself. Thank you Peppermint Butler.”

Ford found Princess Bubblegum sitting at her lab working furiously on an invention. “Hello Princess Bubblegum.” Bubblegum silently continued to work on her invention, not really acknowledging Ford’s presence. She put down a soldering iron and picked up a screw driver sealing the case on a piece of electronics. At this point she looked up and noticed Ford’s presence.

“Hey Ford, what’s up.”

“I’m ready to go home now.”

“I understand. I figured this day was coming.” Her tone sounded off to Ford. This wasn’t her typical cheery, bubbly attitude she had.

She grabbed her device off the table, revealing a second one sitting across from it. She gave a push to her desk causing her chair to slide across the room to the Traveler’s Stone. She picked it up on the way past, smoothly exited the chair, and walked over.

“So from what I learned of the it, all you have to do it is hold it and concentrate on your destination.”

“Really? It’s that simple?”

“Yup. But before you go, take this.” She held out the little device in her hand.

“It’s an interdimensional communicator. It’s a pretty basic prototype, but it gets the job done. I’ve got another one on my desk.”

“So how does it send messages back and forth? Is it a full digital interface? I’d say my experience with these is a little behind your tech.”

“The interface is only partially digital, it just sends a physical letter through it. It’s got this dimensions address already programmed into it. All you have to do is give it something to send.”

“Any restrictions to it?”

“For one thing, anything sent has to be less than five inches wide and less than one inch thick.”

Ford looked into the sole slot on the device and noted it matched the measurements given.

“I’ll also need you to send me your current dimensional ID every time you hop to a new dimension, otherwise I won’t be able to reply.”

“Sounds pretty useful if I can get the hang of it. How do I interact with it if I need to change the settings or something? Also can it send anything that fits in it?”

“You can send anything that isn’t alive. I simply think the results would not be pretty. Other than that, size is the only factor.”

“Have you tested it yet?”

“Give me a second.”

She walked back to her desk, grabbed a folded up letter, and inserted it into her device. It continued inside the device on it’s own. After a second, the letter was gone and Ford’s device beeped out a “You’ve got D-mail.”

“Okay so now you push the button here.”

As he did so, the letter emerged from the slot in his device. It read “DMD: Dimensional Mailing Device Instructional Manual.”

“Let’s do a quick test to see if yours can send properly.”

After more than enough tests of Princess Bubblegum’s invention that may have been an excuse to spend just a bit more time together they grabbed the stone and left the lab.

“If my understanding of the Traveler’s Stone is correct being on top of the castle will be the safest location to avoid mishaps.”

A faint breeze blew by as the two of them looked down on the Candy Kingdom. The time to say goodbye had finally come. Princess Bubblegum started to hand the Stone to Ford, but after a moment’s hesitation she set the stone aside to give Ford a  well-deserved hug. Though it felt awkward and unexpected on his end Ford reciprocated the hug.

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered to him.

Ford’s face turned a shade of pink brighter than Bubblegum’s hair. He picked up the stone and a second later it floated out of his hand. After shifting into a vertical ring a glowing portal appeared inside it.

“Goodbye Princess Bubblegum.”

“Call me Bonnie.”

“Goodbye Bonnie.”

With that, Ford stepped through the portal.

“‘Aw Balls’? What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Man, this is only the second time this has happened. Though it’s kinda weird it’s happened twice man.”

Stanford Pines stood in the middle of Prismo’s time room, with the only other object in the room being a little waste basket with a miniature basketball hoop attached. The rest of Prismo’s room was a bright yellow, except for the pink of Prismo himself. Prismo looked to be nothing more than a shadow cast upon the entire room from a higher plane of existence. Honestly Ford wasn’t exactly sure what Prismo’s true form was, but odds were good he looked more impressive than his results did.

“Okay, explain to me why when I wish to be able to go back to my home dimension, a trash can appears.”

“Well, err… I’m not exactly sure why the waste basket appears. Perhaps your true home could be in the trash.”

Prismo didn’t seem to be very sure of what was going on, but he seemed to be attempting to lighten the mood judging by his tone. However the joke was as tasteless as one of Stanley’s used to be. It had been what 11 years or so since he’d last heard a joke from Stanley. Ford felt a kind of emptiness over this reflection, but he pushed down these feelings and tried to focus on the conversation.

Prismo looked at Ford noting Ford’s complete distaste towards the joke and resumed speaking. “Ok, I’m sorry, I guess that wasn’t that funny. Look I can try to explain as much as I can, but it might be a little long. You shouldn’t need to worry too much though, since it won’t take any time in any other dimensions, which is why it’s called my time room.”

Prismo took in a deep breath and began: “So as you are well aware, there are many different dimensions and timelines and universes in the multiverse, or multidimensional space, or whatever you want to call it. My powers are limited in that I can only alter certain dimensions that are within my domain. So if say someone from the Land of Ooo comes in and wishes that say the Lich never existed, I’d alter the universe for their wish, and insert them into their new Lich-free reality. Of course there can be plural universes for dimensions, so I only change or create the relevant universe. If someone comes in and wishes to go to another Dimension entirely, the new dimension needs to be within my circle of power for me to be able to get them there. Unfortunately yours is out of bounds. I don’t even know where you’re originally from. Theoretically you might never get back.”

“Well thanks for the hope.”

“I said theoretically. You do still have residual traces of your home dimension on you, so someone could track you by the trail you’ve been leaving as you journey around. In addition you might stumble back into your home dimension on accident. Future prediction is a nasty business Ford. You never know when something good or bad might happen. You can only guess the chances that it might happen.”

“What do I do now? I don’t even know how to leave this room.”

“Well all I said was that I couldn’t quite get you home, right?”

“Are you implying that you can get me closer to home?”

“Yep, I’ll even let it be on the house for you. That way you’ve still got one wish left.”

It looked like Ford wouldn’t be back as home as easily as he thought. At least a wish and a push in the right direction would be useful.

“So where will you send me exactly?”

“You followed a certain vector in the 4th dimensional plane. I believe that I can pinpoint it, and boom, I’ll send you right back in that direction. You’ll end up closer to where you left from, but that’s really the best I can do here.”

“Okay, So about that wish…”

[Chapter 4]

This was hell to finish this chapter. Now that it's done I can begin work on the next chapter (fun)

Dimension 52

(View the other chapters here [Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3])

Chapter 4:

Despite Prismo warning he couldn’t bring Ford home, he had done it. Fortunately Ford had done so without the use of the Dimensional Portal. It’d been a year and a half since he’d been stranded, but at last, he was back in Gravity Falls.

It was one of those rainy summer days in a part of the woods he recognized as fairly close to his house. He could get back and resume his life where he’d left off. The first thing he intended to do was to disassemble that damn machine that’d sent him on this trip in the first place! After that, he’d give Stanley a piece of his mind, probably using his fist, since that seemed to get through to Stan.

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Too long for a reply, but I hope you don’t mind the answer to it:

So actually the difference is kinda straightforward ironically enough. Engraving is skill regarding engraving images into walls and floors. Stone carving is carving of stone into objects, particularly trade goods. Stone cutting is cutting stone into furniture or blocks. The easy way to tell is which station they do it at. Engravers only engrave things through the engrave command. Stone cutters are those who smooth floors, carve fortifications or minecart tracks, and work at the stone mason’s workshop. Stone carvers work at a craftsdwarfshop.

Masons btw are those that build the walls, drawbridges and other structures that need to be assembled if they’re made out of stone blocks or stones

Edit: Stone Carvers carve fortifications & mine cart tracks. Stone crafters work at a craftsdwarfshop. There’s also a recipe on the stone mason’s table that uses stone carving instead of cutting, but I don’t know which one it is. Stone cutters still smooth floors, so that information is accurate. Tbh, just cross-train your stone workers imo, excluding stone crafting. You’d rather have a strange mood on a stone cutter than a stone crafter

Dwarf Fortress is truly the game of all time.

These are all distinct skills. How in gods name am i meant to intuit the difference between Stone Carving and Stone Engraving

Come to think of it, asking a dwarf a question like that is liable to attract some strange looks. In dwarf culture you'd have to be a special kind of idiot to not know the difference between carving and engraving, after all. This is just Dwarf Fortress providing the authentic culture shock experience

YOU JUST GOT HERE AND YOU'RE ALREADY HORNY ON MAIN?!

Some perfect things about this picture: - All of the glasses are mismatched - He has giant holes missing from his couch that implies he possibly just got angry one day and decided to rip up his furniture - Only one person gets a napkin apparently and that’s the Person of Indeterminate Gender - The fruit looks fake (and probably is) - There are inexplicable jars on the table - The couch also looks kinda like it’s built into the wall