Hey Zaera!
How about this time running under the narrow streets of Ancient Rome, soaked like that under the heavy torrent, holding hands to seek cover inside a very small nook under a building in the dark and embracing each other, looking into each others eyes in the dim light that borders darkness without interruption until the sun rises? By the way, I really am very close to looking like gattouz0 on TikTok and I really do start to believe that all girls who can keep up with my soulfire lifestyle are locked up somewhere. ![]()

I made a bug generator with help of AI
what do you think? what more to add?
Hmm… it’s full of bugs, which kind of is the point… maybe there should be more diversity of tails?
Anyway I’m off to bed… night night lovelies!
Also: she’s a queen of mischief…
Photograph: Glaswegian tyke at Stratford Street, Maryhill, Glasgow, Scotland, by Douglas Corrance (ca. 1978)
Zaera has good taste in men.
Batshit crazy is not ok when it is unbridled.
That’s why Zaera, the greatest tamer of men, the man whisperer is called in for.
But, even though she’s diligent as a professional, she couldn’t help but fall in love from the aphrodisia bath she experienced from that mysterious man…
Only to find that she’s whimpering semi-conscious, slowly waking up in a comfy hotel room bed in Paris with a balcony that has the Eiffel Tower views(You can see the Eiffel Tower from anywhere in Paris unless you’re dining under it like Guy de Maupassant to avoid seeing that abomination but that’s just a tiny detail).
She sits upright with her knees tucked under her chin, staring blankly at the wall across with glazed eyes for quite a while until she recuperates from her rest from that delicious nirvana last night that gave her enough dopamine for a lifetime.
Then she spent rest of her dizzying spy life navigating the globe like a continental typhoon, slow and deliberate but destroying everything on its path to channel the bubbling fury of the realization that she’ll never find another man like him ever again. She was stricly instructed to only shoot her targets twice in the head, but she always found herself standing above the objective that was lying on the floor motionless, having spent the entire clip within the shortest amount of time with shaking, strained lips, with pure despise in her slightly watering eyes if the target was a handsome man or a happy couple together. Realizing that she was doomed to bear this engulfing nightmare for the rest of her life, which consisted of the endless loop of training until her fellow agents finding her collapsed in a pool of her own vomit from overtraining, escaping the hospital bed in her patient gown, sprinting towards the practice building at the headquarters and repeat. The times she remained conscious instead of passing out, she was found on her knees, putting Eomer’s weeping scene in the third Lord of the Rings extended movie to shame. Upon her autopsy it was discovered that her vocal chords were permanently damaged long before her death, because she never allowed them to fully recuperate.
Her body’s damage was too long of a list to fill a report, so they just gracefully wrote “she died of a broken heart”.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…
William Congreve 1697 play The Mourning Bride.

Help Triglavians find and catalogue life forms unique to abyssal planets! They are called mutabugs! Because they are mutated bugs! Logical!
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Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: don’t teach your ravens how to smoke, it’s bad for their health
Photograph: Trained raven “Buddy” helping actress Tippi Hedren light her cigarette on the set of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 film The Birds.
If crows had thumbs… ![]()
Since nobody asked for more AI slop, here’s my take on my fashionista girls; earlier this year they went to Milan for some spring fashion, now in autumn it’s time for Paris, now with customised faces but still no make up because I won’t pay for 4K… yet, I hope.
It’s been relatively easy shot, the more difficult part has been working out the different fashion choices (specially for Indahmawar, this year’s Paris fashion offered two tops, two bottoms and two styles of shoes for a young daring Asian woman of slender build) but once I’ve decide on a prompt it has rendered this quite fine image on the second run; a minor tweak to add some volume to Yiole and here we are. The background should be avenue Montaigne in Paris but I’m not familiar with it and this street looks to me like could be any European city, including Barcelona if weren’t for the pavement… not as iconic as Vittorio Emmanulle gallery in Milan.
And now I’m off to bed. Night night people!
Also: Want a cup of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Go to Japan!
Photograph: Photographer’s Rally shot in Karuizawa, Japan, by Marc Riboud (1958)
Hurry up! Get out of the AI everything before it is hidden behind paywall, and serves only rich and corrupted!
Here you can click to see new bug appear, one more ridiculous than the other. It only mutates and shows bugs, no scanning a planet this time.
I have implemented few changes and now they look more diversified.
AI going behind paywalls is a given. Also is that many AIs will fold once they run out of investor money. Personally I think that in the middle run there will be Microsoft Copilot, Google Gemini and maybe Anthropic Claude, whereas a story will be written on the fall of OpenAI ChatGPT, another on Meta’s inability to jump successfully into the AI wagon, and as generative AIs go (audio, image, multimedia) only time will tell which ones have an efficient paywall and a niche large enough to keep the lights on.
LLMs are limited by design and hanging more coats and hats on them, like AI agents, only exposes their limitations further. And generative AIs are imitators, not creators.
The core questions with LLMs (and generative AIs) are:
Can your problem be resolved by statistically guessing what’s next? (A word, a number, a pixel, a soundwave?)
Can it be resolved reliably in that way? (What percent of error are you fine with? 3%? 20%? 40%?)
What’s the worse that could happen if you got a wrong answer and it slipped unnoticed? (Will somebody die? Will property be destroyed? If yes, can it be replaced?)
And the final question: is your problem worth resolving for the cost it takes to resolve it with AI? Not just the price, but the actual energy and resources behind it, and the damages when something goes wrong?
Guess who lost access to the account with the Fock sisters because i can’t remember the username… again… just asked a recuperation email and that should sort it, unless I used the email I never use because I barely remember those account details… but I think I haven’t used that account since Age of Conan.
Meanwhile I’m going to sleep and tomorrow will be another day. Night night lovelies!
Also: a double feature of boats and delivering special cargos…
One:
Photograph: A Soviet forester rescuing hares from a spring flood in Bashkiria, Russia, 1979
Those are some miserable looking hares…
Two:
Photograph: August 1973, a Magnum motorboat belonging to Count Filippo Theodoli arrives at the private jetty of the Il Pellicano Hotel in Porto Ercole, Italy, by Slim Aarons
Those are some hot looking chicks…
I actually worked on one of these boats. The owner was the father of the company owner. I treated that man and that boat with kid gloves because he had his SS# tattooed on his forearm courtesy of a certain government in the early 1930/40s.
Super nice guy! He always got my name wrong! I am MB, not MJ.![]()
Tip: if you’re having trouble with Firefox displaying a fu**ing color glow on the upper sections of the screen, ask an AI for tips to disable the “Nova” function.
I just saved you 25 minutes of frustration trying to get rid of the goddamn thing by meddling with themes. You’re welcome and Mozilla can go fukk a cactus. ![]()
















