Neural nets have reached a level of comedy previously inaccessible to mankind. Given their inscrutable memes and inedible recipes, neural nets are nowhere near solving society’s problems, but they’ve mastered the art of making humans choke on their own spit
20 Things in Catastrophe Theory Books I and II You May have Missed (Or Forgotten About)
Before Catastrophe Theory solidified into the emotional and philosophical mess it is today, it was a mess of a different sort: details, details, obscure references, intricately constructed jokes, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it jokes, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it major plot points, and captions lampshading those things. It
Interlude: Calendar of Extras
So! Book II is done. Dunno about you guys, but I could use a breather. For those of you not on the forums, I’ve released some questions to get a discussion started (linked here). Should be fun! I’ve seen amazing
Marigolds/Cempasúchil
by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa She never saw the marigolds, the blooms that grew today, Releasing airy flecks of gold that rose into the grey; Their petals in the sunlight burned and then, as ash, to earth returned As if to leave
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part V)
Start from Part I The shade cast by the temporary altar let the summer heat trickle through, enough to tug at the armpits but not enough to complain about if you practically lived in a tux. Xiyuan had slept in
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part IV)
Start from Part I Myshuno Meadows, for all the work the landscapers took to cram as much nature as possible into a painfully efficient 64×64 grid, wasn’t so much the oasis the city planners told people it was. There was
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part III)
Start from Part I “Your children?” “Yeah, were you watching Hector at the funeral? He was staring at me the whole time like I took the last doughnut. In the world.” Xiyuan found himself trapped in an odd corner of
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part II)
Start from Part I The reception wasn’t nearly as suffocating as the ceremony. Without a tense central narrative to unite the mourners in their discomfort, and without the noon sun baking them in their suits and full makeup, they could
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part I)
Mike stood alone in front of a waterfall of marigolds. Early in the day, the sun cast a shadow over the mourners, but as the day went on, it would bring out the translucent stunning-orange brilliance of the floral display
Sunshine and Laughter (Part XI)
Start from Part I Today’s lighthearted alternative is a project announcement. Before Catastrophe Theory even had a name, before the author had any intention of making her silly documentation public, there was a sim whose bizarre life choices blew the