I'm going to attempt to build a take on a board game I loved, from 1989, MBT, by Avalon Hill.
Watch me face plant.
Starting by trying to understand hex math.
Any conversation
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea
ennek a laptopnak mindegy mรกr szegรฉnynek, annyi minden tรถrtรฉnt mรกr vele, most telepรผl rรก a Gemma 4 26B A4B QAT, az eredeti tervek szerint, amik lehet, hogy nem is a mi terveink, de arrรณl mi mรกr nem nagyon tehetรผnk, mert a kรถrรผlmรฉnyek รกldozatai lettรผnk
This laptop doesn't matter anymore, poor thing, so much has happened to it, now Gemma 4 26B A4B QAT is being installed on it, according to the original plans, which may not have been our plans, but there's not much we can do about it, because we've become victims of circumstances
recently, I have fallen in love with the artwork of takato yamamoto.
WARNING FOR NSFW ARTWORK
ibb.co/dJrZjr6C
Made this globe/world map UI night-map.surge.sh and I like it.



