Layman's conjecture: as the spring dissolves, the sulfuric acid's temperature would rise.
The epitome of narcissism and the acme of vulgarity. Graffiti on the walls of the temple. You do you, but no thanks...
I use the spoken voice function in ChatGPT while I am using my Meta Quest 2 VR headset. Specifically, I am using the VR app called Wander, which incorporates Google's street view imagery to produce a 360° experience of street-level reality. As I wander through the virtual world, I interrogate ChatGPT about interesting landmarks, historical artifacts, and geographic features that I encounter. It's like having a knowledgeable travel companion that occasionally makes everything up. It's a blast.
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Pro Tip: if you stuff that box with crinkly paper, you have created cat Nirvana.
I like to use the VR app, Wander. Wandering all around the world in virtual reality using Google Street view. I keep the verbal "call and response" version of the ChatGPT app on my phone close by. As I wander around the planet, I ask the bot questions, really obscure ones, about all the weird stuff I see. It's like having a deeply nuanced travel companion with a deep book on tons of minutia. It makes the obscure become visible. And it's a lot of fun...
"I'm sorry Dave, I can't wash that. This wardrobe is too important for you to jeopardize it."
My recently departed puss, Alley (tuxedo, lived to 19), absolutely loved crinkly packing paper stuffed into a cardboard box. That was her great adventure, her domain, her hiding place, her happy place. We used to buy packing paper at Amazon just so we'd always have enough on hand to stuff into a box. You never saw such a happy cat.
And like a bad neighbor, State Farm won't care.
Damn shame, for her or anyone with cancer. I had a friend, quite a while ago, in her 30s. She developed ovarian cancer, and it took her out in short order. You never know, best to enjoy every day.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension—a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.
Ask Microsoft Paint CoCreator to draw a "human male reproductive organ" and you'll get something like this.
Asphalt surfing the big, empty hills at La Costa, California. Fibreflex skateboard and well-worn pants. That's me at age 19. I still have roadrash scars from those days...
subspaceinterferents @lemmy.world The shell cracked. I emerged. How it will end is anyone's guess.