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2023.05.29 03:08 Lolasglasses To help with the Sunday Scaries, Marcus Pike sexy A-Z. I wrote this during quarantine in NYC. Please feel free to judge me.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Marcus is content to stay inside you after you both orgasm, but when he finally slips out of you, he grabs a warm washcloth to sweetly clean you up so you don’t have to do the awkward walk to the bathroom. When you do get up to pee, he’ll find your panties for you in the sheets at the bottom of the bed, just in case you want to wear them while you sleep. If he’s planning a special evening, he’ll fill up the bath with steaming hot water in advance, and lead you to the tub afterwards for soothing warmth and soft kisses and caresses. He knows he’s big, so he’s always concerned about whether you’re in discomfort after sex, and he’ll offer extra cuddles and soft strokes over your entrance if you’re feeling sore. If you’re at his house, he keeps an extra blanket in his bedroom to throw over you before you fall asleep, because he sleeps warm but knows you get chilly. And of course, he sleep-cuddles with you all night long, making you feel safe and secure.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) First, your hands. He loves holding your hand, playing with it, feeling that connection with you. He is fascinated with how tiny your hands are compared to his, and you love how he holds your hand during mundane everyday moments, like walking to dinner, riding the metro, or simply sitting together on the couch while you read or watch TV. He loves your skin in general, how soft you are, how good you smell. He softly rubs his fingers over you when you cuddle together on his couch, like you are his source of comfort. But he is also a boob man, and nothing gets him going like seeing a glimpse of your cleavage or a taut nipple through thin fabric. The first time he took your bra off, he couldn’t stop holding you in his big hands, thumbing your nipples, suckling your soft skin. If you are going on a special date, you’ll purposefully wear a shirt or dress that shows off your chest, then tease him when he flushes stealing glances at you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Marcus is all about intimacy, so he loves finishing inside you. At first you used condoms, but after getting tested, you both agreed to go without, and the first time he was able to cum in you without any barrier, he was so turned on by the feeling of filling you with his cum, he got hard again before even pulling out. You love giving him an intimate lingam massage, and at the last moment, when you see him start to pulse, take him into your mouth and swallow as he cums down your throat. He almost passed out the first time he experienced this with you, and now it’s your favorite way to make him feel special. But, for everyday intimacy, he still loves finishing in you and staying inside to savor your tight warmth, gently stroking and kissing all the soft parts of you he can reach.
D = Drunk (what they’re like when they’ve been drinking) Believe it or not, Marcus gets even MORE affectionate when he’s been drinking. If you’re home, he’s pulling you onto his lap and whispering sweet adorations in your ear while his hands stroke your arms and legs and ass. If you’re in public, his hand is running up your leg under the table, and in the backseat of the taxi, he’s slowly making his way up your thigh and teasing you over your panties until you are holding back whimpers, gripping his wrists and closing your eyes in pleasure. He never gets so sloppy drunk he needs help, but he’ll have a few extra drinks if he knows he gets to take you home and make sweet, tipsy love to you for the rest of the night.
E = Emergency Situations (what they’re like in an emergency) I mean, he’s an FBI agent. You’ve never felt safer than when you’re sleeping in his arms. He hates having to bring his gun on dates, but you assure him you understand, and you secretly feel a little better knowing he’s prepared if anything goes south. And he looks hot wearing it. The first time he came to your apartment, he checked your locks and alarms (with your permission) to make sure you were safe. He has some quirks, like never sitting with his back to a doorway, or silently checking out every person who walks in the room, but you understand it’s a part of his training. You feel safe walking with him through the streets of D.C. at night, and you often suggest walking back to either your or his apartment instead of taking the metro or a taxi. You both love these moments together walking hand in hand through the city, sometimes in silence, just enjoying each others’ presence.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) This man loves missionary because it allows him to be close to your sweet face, but there is nothing boring about it. He thinks like both an artist and a cop, so he's going to pay close attention to your moans of pleasure and how your body responds to his touches. He'll take his time stroking and building your desire with his hands and mouth, and then when you are absolutely aching for him, he’ll cage you in his strong biceps and slowly, sweetly, inch by inch, fill you completely, your hands gripping his muscular arms and back as he stretches you. And when he finally starts moving, his big hands stroking your hair and face, he’ll use his tongue to do to your mouth what his cock is doing to you elsewhere, until you lose yourself in pleasure in his arms.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Marcus is definitely more sweet than goofy, but he does like tickling you out of nowhere on the couch or in bed in the mornings, because he knows it leads to more touching and soft kisses and sex. During sex, he is usually too worried about making sure you feel good and safe to joke around too much, but he can laugh when things go wrong, like accidentally leaning on your hair or an awkward position change. Or that time you got a little excited and spilled the red wine sitting on the side table all over the bed. (Oops!)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Judging by his well-groomed head and facial hair, you guessed he would also be well-groomed below, and you were right. Not bare, but closely trimmed. It made his dick look even bigger. As if he needed it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Marcus believes intimacy starts long before sex. He’ll cook for you, give you massages, and tell you all the things he loves about your body as he notices them. At first, it’s a little hard for you to accept, because you’re not used to hearing what someone loves about you, but you soon realize he wears his heart on his sleeve, and you learn to appreciate how openly he adores you. You give him compliments, soft touches, head scritches, and splurge on his favorite bakery treats as a way to make him feel loved, too. And by the time you are in bed, the world-shattering orgasms you share are the natural progression of your intimacy.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Marcus would prefer to cum in you, not kleenex, so he doesn’t jack-off very often any more. If its been a while since he’s been able to see you, he’ll gladly engage in mutual Facetime sex with you. It’s especially hot if you’re both in hotel rooms. Oh, and that one time you texted him that picture, and he had to shut his office door and quickly stroke himself to completion so he didn’t walk into his next meeting with an erection.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) You suggested once that Marcus stay in his suit, complete with badge and gun, and slowly undress you, until you were fully nude. You sat on his lap, and being able to hold you naked against him while he remained fully clothed uncovered a slight domination kink he never knew he had. It was still important to him he didn’t hurt you, but you encouraged him to touch and explore you, and by the time he finally took out his cock, you were both on the verge of cumming as soon as he slid into you. He also loves cockwarming, because it satisfies his need for intimacy and closeness. He’ll cuddle in behind you in bed and slide himself inside you, and you love feeling full and warm and safe. Or, sometimes he’ll stay on his back while you sleep on his body, chest to chest, and he’ll put his arms around you while you sleep with his cock buried deep inside you. You especially love when you wake up in the middle of the night to his sleepy moans and the feel of him growing hard inside you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Definitely his bedroom. He takes pride in having created a bed worth fucking in: high thread count sheets, down pillows, soft, gray-toned bedding, flattering lighting, candles, and a very sturdy headboard. He loves seducing you on the sofa or in the kitchen, then leading you by the hand to his bedroom, and falling into the luxurious bed with you. His side table always has lube, and other sweet, sensual enhancements. And of course, his master bathroom is elegant and warm, with a tray for washcloths next to the sink, and thick, fluffy towels outside the bathtub and glass shower. It’s his favorite place to spend hours and hours with you, and some Sundays, he only gets up to answer the food delivery driver at the front door, or to grab more wine.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Marcus is motivated by love and how much he adores you. He expresses himself through touch and sex, so just spending time with you puts him in the mood. He loves your hair, your eyes, the way you lean into his soft caresses and use his belly or biceps as a warm pillow. When you lovingly scratch his back and stroke his scalp? Forget about it. Instant erection. And whether you are dressed for comfort or for going out, he loves your style and is turned on by the thought of being lucky enough to be with the most beautiful woman in the room. But, don’t even get him started on lingerie. His first erection was seeing a Victoria’s Secret catalog on the kitchen table as a boy, and he’s never gotten over the titillating thrill of lace, satin, and shyly exposed curves. He has a degree in Art History, and definitely has an eye for beauty and sensual experiences. He buys you panties and chemises to keep at his place, and on special occasions, spends all evening fantasizing about what you’re wearing underneath, and just how you’ll disrobe for him later. (You love surprising him with a merry widow, garters, and thigh highs in his favorite color.) In fact, given the chance, he’ll try to convince you to let him undress you before you even have a chance to go out for the night, and just stay in.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Degradation is off the table, as well as anything that hurts you. He’s nervous to leave a mark. And you’ve asked him to explore light choking, but he’s just not there yet.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Marcus is a pleaser, and his love language is ‘touch’, so he prefers to give, and his oral game is off the charts. He starts by kissing and caressing your whole body, so you’re completely warmed up and tingling before he even reaches your center. He loves focusing on you and hearing your moans and sighs of pleasure, and the way you say his name over and over, like a prayer, when you’re close to cumming. You’ve felt like you nearly passed out a few times, just from the intensity of the orgasms he gives you. (And as a bonus, it’s a little easier for his large member to slide in afterwards.) As far as receiving, you’ve finally convinced him you also get turned on when he finishes in your mouth, but what he really loves is the attention you pay to his body: the feel of your hands on his thick thighs, kissing your way down his neck and chest and belly trail, using your hands and mouth together to massage and suck his cock and sensitive head. And if he does come in your mouth, he enjoys the intimacy of you swallowing, if you’re up for it. He especially loves when you slide your thumb firmly up his cock after he finishes, emptying the last bits of cum from him, licking the head to get every last drop. And then gently cleaning him with a washcloth in the warm candlelight. He looks at you with such love in his eyes, and reaches for you, pulling you tightly against him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) In the dictionary next to ‘slow and sensuous’, there is a picture of Marcus. His preference is to spend hours and hours in bed with you, incorporating soft music, candles, wine, oils, and adoration of your body, bringing you to the edge with his tongue and hands, then plunging you over the edge when he thrusts into you. In fact, sometimes you just want it hard and fast, but it’s foreign to him. Why take 20 minutes when you can take 2 hours? You know to keep your Saturday evenings and Sunday mornings open for Marcus and his love of sensuality.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Marcus likes to make a fuss, so quickies go against everything in his heart. He’ll do it to please you, such as if you only have a little while before dinner, or if you are feeling stressed or in pain and need a release. But he doesn’t really initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Listen. Marcus is all about risk. It’s why he became an FBI Agent, and why he enjoys the cat-and-mouse game that comes with chasing art thieves. He has never had an idea he didn’t act on, no matter how inappropriate or impetuous. So when it comes to sex, he’s more than willing to introduce some risk, as long as you are not going to be hurt. Sex in the evidence room? Fuck yeah. He’ll teach you about the art while he fingers you next to a priceless statue. Role playing FBI Agent and sexy art thief? Oh yeah, he’s down for that, and knows exactly what to do with you once he catches you. You plan to give him fur-lined handcuffs for his birthday, just so he feels more secure about not hurting you. And you can’t wait.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) The great thing about Marcus Pike is he knows sex is more than just penetration. He usually is good for two rounds before he needs time to recover, but that doesn’t mean you are only going to experience a round or two. When it comes to giving you pleasure and making you feel adored, his stamina is endless. He’s always ready to caress and kiss and stroke you, massage you, feed you sensuous bites of the special meal he’s made for you, and stay awake until you are satiated.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) His side drawer has a few little goodies you never expected, like nipple tingle cream (he loves applying it!), oils for massaging your back, thighs, and ass when you have stressful days, and a heavy feather pillow to put under your hips, raising you into the perfect position to take him as deeply as possible. You recently stashed a silk scarf in the drawer, and he’s open to you trying it on him, this time. Perfect for heightening the lingam massage experience. He’s not opposed to battery toys, but he’ll wait for you to suggest it, because he’s not sure what you’d like, and he wants you to enjoy it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Marcus wears his heart on his sleeve a little too openly to be a tease, but the exception is when he incorporates his love for art into foreplay by painting your semi-nude portrait. You’ll never forget the first time he showed you his home studio; you had no idea he was an artist, but his talent inspired his art history degree and career, and he softly asks you, while stroking your bare arm with the back of his fingers, if you’d be willing to pose for him. You nod in agreement, swallowing nervously. He chooses what you’re (barely) wearing, and keeps you warm with a heater while he sketches and paints. Every now and then, he’ll stop to just admire you, and when you self-consciously ask him, “What??” he smiles and says, “Just making some decisions, sweetheart.” Or, “Just admiring the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen.” But he won’t let you see the painting until he’s finished, and it takes several sessions. No matter what, he won’t budge. You didn’t know he had it in him to say “No” to you! But when he finally unveils your portrait, it was worth the wait.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Marcus isn’t very loud, but what he lacks in volume, he makes up for with expressive words of adoration and sensuality. He’s usually whispering to you, rather than loudly moaning, but you love his voice in your ear, urging you to orgasm with his words, tongue, and cock. And when he stops talking and uses his mouth to kiss and lick your ear? Instant cum button.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Marcus has been married 3 times. No kids, though.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He stays in shape running, and is proud of his muscular legs. As he’s gotten older, he has a soft little tummy you love, and both his belly and his broad shoulders are perfect for your head when you’re cuddling on the couch. As far as his cock, he’s above average in both length and girth, so he takes extra care to make sure you are wet and soft before sliding inside you. In fact, after the first time you had sex with him multiple times in one night, you were bleeding a little bit the next morning, just due to how stretched you were inside by his huge erect cock. He felt terrible, but you assured him it didn’t hurt, due to not having many nerve endings up there. But, he is now mindful to ask if you’re okay before starting another round, and you have to assure him it’s always worth it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High. Sky high. International Space Station high. He can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in a fancy gown, comfy yoga pants and t-shirt, or sexy lingerie: he wants you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Marcus never falls asleep first, if he can help it. Sometimes when you’ve given him a lingam massage and warm washcloth cleanup, he struggles, and you are quick to whisper in his ear it’s okay to fall asleep, his arms around you, using your breasts he loves so much as his favorite pillow. But usually he stays awake to make sure you’re not shivering from cold or uncomfortable in any way, and only falls asleep when he hears your breathing soften and slow down, and your body relax into his cuddling embrace. Usually the last thing you remember is his soft kiss against your temple. But first to wake up? Always you. Sometimes you wake him up by stroking his hardening cock, sometimes with gentle kisses on his face, and sometimes with soft fingers stroking the fair away from his peacefully sleeping face. He’ll gladly stay awake after you if it means he gets to wake up to your gentle ministrations.
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2023.05.29 03:00 quuinquuin Edutable eduball edutoys for infants

I’m wondering if edutoys are actually really helpful. I’ve an almost 6 month old and I don’t have any light up flashy toys. I have the kick and play piano that she likes to play with her hands now and lots of other toys to keep her engaged and to work on her motor skills. I’m wondering if she’s missing out. She is getting a little bored at home. But I don’t want to buy a noisy flashy toy for the sake of entertainment. She doesn’t get any screen time, unless she peeps at our phones when we’re using them briefly around her, not videos just sending a text or googling something quickly or taking a pic of the cutest baby in town 🤣. Ah but we facetime family at the weekend. She goes to nursery 3 days a week and nursery send pics each day of her playing with nearly every toy they have (ball pit, walker (the front part), playing with things on a bead maze, playing with different activity tables (the hard plastic ones that play music and make sounds etc), looking at the fish tank, looking at other decorations they have on the walls, and she sits in on older kids activities too sometimes). She’s the youngest baby in there so she gets special attention I suppose. I feel like she gets so much stimulation in there but then is lacking at home. But then sometimes she’s overstimulated at home (I think) and I just bring her to her cot so she can relax and calm down once or twice during the day when it’s not time to sleep for 10/15 minutes. I don’t know if they do that in nursery, they just tell me she was so tired from a busy day so she took a nap. I feel like they move her around so much but I can’t do that much at home. She absorbs everything, if I rearrange something (example I moved her books around to a new spot and she stared at them for ages because it was different, this was at about 4 months old) she’ll notice the next time she sees it and she’ll study it for a few minutes because it’s different. What a ramble! Anyway I think she needs a toy with lots of functions to keep her engaged for a while but I don’t know what to get. Yes, I read to her, yes I play with her, yes I talk to her, yes I sing to her, yes she watches me do chores and “helps” with folding the laundry (plays with the laundry basket), yes we go out for walks. Somedays I feel like I need to go out with her for every wake window but I’ve stuff to do at home so my max is usually twice 😫 she loves going out, new places, old places, in the car, in the stroller, loves seeing people (I do not 😅😅😅). I would babywear her at home when she was smaller but she’s too big and too interested in touching everything now to be contained in the carrier. What to do? I want to buy all the toys in the world but don’t have the money or space to do that. Before she was born I was really into montessori but that stuff is expensive so I have some montessori elements to my parenting and some toys but it’s mixed with being practical. Actual Montessori is too extreme for me.
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2023.05.29 02:57 TTLAAJ Waco Events - Week of 5/27

Event Links - here

Monday - 5/29

Tuesday - 5/30

Wednesday - 5/31

Thursday - 6/1

Friday - 6/2

Saturday - 6/3

Family Events - link here

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2023.05.29 02:53 Hot-Rope-7038 Music theory for sampling?

I know this is odd but I'm just wondering if theres any subsection of music theory that people have found useful in figuring out to sample music on the production side? And to clarify I mean more the recent splice era of sampling in music production which (sounds at least to me) a lot less like just taking a part of the sample I like, masking it then build around it and if anyone does if they have any resources they know of?
For context I have I'm a decent piano player and have a decent theory background and ear. I've produced for a while but always written my own chord progressions and stuff and only ever sampled for sound design to steal drum one shots i liked and stuff but recently I'm really into how people are flipping samples from splice and stuff to do really creative stuff but i genuinely don't even know where to start.

Music theory helped my song writing a lot especially on the chord progressions side of things with finding good voice leading for upper structures and stuff so i'm hoping that like that theres kind of a starting base out there for more of this sample based production. I know music theory wont inherently help you write songs but when first figuring it out it was a very helpful guidepost and hoping to do the same .
Right now sampling chord progressions feels like a complicated reharm exercise. I'll take the sample figure out the chord's (at least the root note and quality) then try to cut them up to create a different cadence. So if I'm sampling a 6mj 7mj 5minor 1 minor in a minor key I'll try to cut it up to be 7mj 6mj 1m 5m but more times then not the cadence they had sounds better and theres ghost note pick up's in samples then will lead into the chord and changing the led to chord make the pick up feel like it's going to the wrong place. I'm just very lost and would be grateful if anyone knew of any youtube channels or resources to kind of use this kind of thinking about songwriting on the theory side.
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2023.05.29 02:51 Mmmmmmmmchellle What do I do?? How is the rain town sidequest keeping me from progressing, is this normal??

I'm genuinely curious, this is really strange. Why does a random side quest I did at an earlier part of the game keep me from progressing to this part of the lost library? Has anyone else had this issue? I need to get to this area so I can use the music sheets on the piano. Is there any way for me to fix/undo this? I don't want to be stuck here for such a stupid reason.
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2023.05.29 02:12 learntorobb Super Mario World underwater theme is similar to Simple

This is really weird. I’m pretty new to guitar and was just learning the opening to Simple while I had YouTube open in the background. A video comes on with someone playing Super Mario World underwater and I’m listening to the music and I’m like, that sounds so similar. I looked up the sheet music and I’ll be darned, kinda close to Simple. Funny coincidence, I thought. Here’s the Mario music if anyone wants to corroborate my finding https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy12nMianXY
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2023.05.29 02:12 KingDingus_23 M17 here, what's up [chat]

I'm from the US, I love hard rock and metal, I tend to be introverted and I love to write song lyrics and sing sometimes. Trying to teach myself to play piano. HMU with your favorite kind of music.
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2023.05.29 02:06 db2765 34 [M4F] Missouri - Been on my own for a while, hoping to find a connection with someone

I'm 34 years old, and currently working full time as a database admin. Job would probably sound incredibly boring when I describe it, but it lets me work from home and I love it for some reason. I have my life in order, for the most part. Have my own place, done with school, all the usual stuff. If my job doesn't give it away, I'm definitely a bit of a nerd. I love my sci-fi, and I work on programming computers for a living. Doctor Who, Star Trek, Star Wars, I like em all.
Music is a big part of my life. I picked up a piano a few years ago, and just started teaching myself how to play. Definitely one of the best decisions I ever made. I'm not the best player you'll ever hear, but I like to think that I'm at least halfway decent! I listen to just about all types of music. It's pretty rare for me to not have music playing. Used to go to concerts all the time, but haven't had a chance to go them as much as I used to lately. I have a rescue dog. She mean the world to me, I can't imagine not having her around. She can be a handful sometimes but it's definitely worth it.
I try to stay active. Running is usually my go-to, but I've had a pretty love/hate relationship with it lately. Been having a few knee problems, but they're starting to get better. For now, I've shifted my focus to cycling. Only just now getting started though, so I'm still figuring everything out. Trying to eat healthier and all that, too. Learning quickly that I have a lot to learn with cooking, but I've been really enjoying it so far.
Anyways, would love to find someone to spend time with, and hopefully develop a relationship with if things go well!
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2023.05.29 02:06 db2765 34 [M4F] Missouri - Been on my own for a while, hoping to find a connection with someone

I'm 34 years old, and currently working full time as a database admin. Job would probably sound incredibly boring when I describe it, but it lets me work from home and I love it for some reason. I have my life in order, for the most part. Have my own place, done with school, all the usual stuff. If my job doesn't give it away, I'm definitely a bit of a nerd. I love my sci-fi, and I work on programming computers for a living. Doctor Who, Star Trek, Star Wars, I like em all.
Music is a big part of my life. I picked up a piano a few years ago, and just started teaching myself how to play. Definitely one of the best decisions I ever made. I'm not the best player you'll ever hear, but I like to think that I'm at least halfway decent! I listen to just about all types of music. It's pretty rare for me to not have music playing. Used to go to concerts all the time, but haven't had a chance to go them as much as I used to lately. I have a rescue dog. She mean the world to me, I can't imagine not having her around. She can be a handful sometimes but it's definitely worth it.
I try to stay active. Running is usually my go-to, but I've had a pretty love/hate relationship with it lately. Been having a few knee problems, but they're starting to get better. For now, I've shifted my focus to cycling. Only just now getting started though, so I'm still figuring everything out. Trying to eat healthier and all that, too. Learning quickly that I have a lot to learn with cooking, but I've been really enjoying it so far.
Anyways, would love to find someone to spend time with, and hopefully develop a relationship with if things go well!
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2023.05.29 01:53 liveinthepresent07 I've discovered that I'm INFJ; I feel at the same time incredibely understood but also I'm scared

Hear me out. I took a test a few hours ago out of curiosity to see what personality I might have according to this type of test, with the 16 personalities.
Before the test I was aware of elements from my personality, I took this test two times in the past(in 2020 and 2021)
I also started to go to theraphy for almost 1 year and a half, and at the beginning I took another kind of test, called NEO-FFI, for those who know about it.
The results of the 16 personalities test were different each time. Assertive defender(ISFJ) and turbulent virtuoso (ISTP).
With this test made a few hours ago, I found out that I'm INFJ and I felt incredibly understood, some times in scary ways, because I started to read here on reddit and on youtube all kinds of relatable things, even thoughts revealed.
I'm also scared of the fact that this shift might not be natural. There are definitely things which I felt, even as a child(highly emotive, sensitive, daydreaming, quiet, shy), and I was discouraged(or felt discouraged) to show my emotions because I was a boy(now a man at 23 years old), which led me to gradually hide my emotions, but I had the power to learn and to be a nerd, even though I lived most of my life in auto pilot mode, being unaware of my emotions.
I overthink a lot by nature, and I always made assumptions that worst things could happen(imagining rejection in various ways, what others might think about me or what they might think after I do a certain thing etc etc)
What scares me is the change in curiosity. As a kid, I didn't have a tendency to be curious. I excelled in being the best nerd in my class, I wanted to be perfect and I sticked to a few areas of interest. But what is scary is that even when I was little I wanted to be a software developer(it was differently phrased back then, I wanted something to work with computers), and today, I'm just that, sthriving to develop my career(no pun intended, or maybe not) the best I can do.
I was afraid for most of the time to try new things, due to the need of being perfect and not wanting to do mystakes in the process of learning that new thing. It made me uncomfortable. This aspect was also revealed at the beginning of the therapy with that test.
Time passed since I have therapy, and I did, gradually, various things: trying to understand my emotions, to be curious about them, I started to write in a journal from time to time. At first, I wrote by hand, but after that I moved on google drive since my thoughts started to flow more rapidly.
I started to go to theathre, to go to different activities(board games, musical concerts, museums, friend gatherings etc), and I pushed my boundaries each time and I started to become more curious about big concepts(what is love, what is hope) to find my view, my meaning about these. I watched some old interviews with two philosophers from my country who debated about these concepts, I started to write notes, to note almost every single detail, and I also added paragraphs with my own opinions.
However, the most beautiful thing that I did is that I discovered playing the piano. It was rather sudden, but very hearth warming. I played the guitar before during my highschool years, but my passion vanished, and also for progressive metal/rock stuff (dream theater, tool, rush).
The passion increased, along with piano, to listen to more jazz(Avishai cohen - the double bass guy, Roni Kaspi, Mammal Hands, Hiromi Uehara etc) and I found out why I wanted to play the piano. It is because I want to express my emotions that can't be described in words and I want people to relate to them, to play on stage(I did this already once, after two or three months since I started playing the piano - I played Feliz Navidad in a small stage organised by the school in which I take courses)
I had the courage to do something new, to defy the odds of learning in such a short time at a level in which, even though I have big flaws, I can do some small improvisational songs. At the moment I have 8 months since I started playing this instrument.
But I'm definitely scared about being this curious. However, it's not that I'm curious about random topics most of the time, but I'm more curious about every little detail about music and myself.(also in software development, but not so strong, but even there I have a big purpose - to solve real world problems - to view frameworks as a tool, to be agnostic about a specific language in order to accomplish this)
I'm scared because there may be something wrong with me, I'm afraid that this discovery might lead to some health issues. I will definitely contact my theraphist, but untill then, I have to somehow sleep because now it's almost 3 am and I wanted to feel better by writing my experience here on reddit. I feel safe because this is not my main account.
It definitely can be a long read, but if you managed to get here, thank you!
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2023.05.29 01:12 Claunt_Sinders Standard notation instead of midi scroll in a daw?

Anyone familiar with this kind of thing? I have been producing on a workstation synth and getting amazing results. Im realizing its because im arranging on sheet and not using the midi piano scroll standard to many daws which never made much sense to me anyway because ive always read and composed with sheet. I heard cubase does this... any ideas?
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2023.05.29 01:03 hfjflelsndnfkgkgkt [POEM] Wait - Galway Kinnell

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2023.05.29 01:00 Traveling_Catsu 5/28/2023 Week 45 Playlist Competition Winners

We hope you had a great weekend! It's Sunday, which means it's time to announce our weekly competition winners. As usual, thank you to everyone who took part in the competition! This competition wouldn't be possible without your input, so if you find a playlist you enjoy, make sure to give it an upvote.

First Place Winner: u/JazzE81 "Acoustic Moments"

Welcome back, to all of our playlist curators!
This week's winner has brought us a playlist that will set the stage for unforgettable moments. Acoustic Moments is a carefully curated collection of the best acoustic songs and instrumentals that will transport you to a realm of tranquility and introspection. Whether you're looking to create a soothing backdrop for your cooking adventures, kindle the flames of a romantic evening, or simply unwind after a long day, this playlist has got you covered. It's a melodic tapestry that weaves together delicate guitar, gentle percussion, and heartfelt piano. Each track is a masterful blend of raw emotions, raw talent, and raw acoustic sounds, taking you on a journey that is both familiar and unexpected. As the melodies envelop you, you'll find yourself lost in a world where time stands still and worries melt away. So go ahead, hit play, and let the Acoustic Moments guide you into a realm of pure serenity.
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Second Place Winner: u/Negative_Aioli_5149 "New UK Garage Bangers"

Welcome to this week's second-place playlist, where we dive into the pulsating world of UK garage and unveil an expertly curated selection of the hottest tracks from the past 12 months. Prepare to be transported on a sonic journey through the realms of vibrant vocal melodies and deep, resonating basslines. With each beat and rhythm, this lineup of artists effortlessly merges tradition with innovation, breathing new life into the UK garage scene. From the silky-smooth hooks to the tantalizing drops, these bangers capture the essence of a genre that refuses to be confined by boundaries. So, get ready to immerse yourself in the irresistible allure of the New UK Garage Bangers playlist, where innovation and bass collide in perfect harmony. Turn this one up to get your groove on!
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2023.05.29 00:53 Thistastesboggin Fiver Fed - Archive 2 - Five things you could have done, maybe you did, let me know!

Sunday 28th May
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2023.05.29 00:11 Matchacide 35 [M4F] East Coast - A stupendous conversational opportunity! Inquire within....

Now that I think about it, I...don't think I've ever typed the word "stupendous" before. Huh.
I'm genuinely looking for a nice conversation. If the conversation extends beyond tonight, that's great! If not, that's how things go. I used to despise the R4R cycle of:
• Have an enjoyable conversation on Reddit!
• Move to another platform
• ????
• Conversation dies
• Rinse and repeat
Yet now it's kind of....enjoyable in a weird, masochistic way. Not sure how to explain it. It's a not too subtle reminder that, sometimes, people and experiences are only meant for seasons. Some shortelonger than others.
Don't get me wrong, I would *love* a long-term exchange with someone I can relate to. That's actually the goal, but right now I just want to get to know someone. Hopefully that someone is you and hopefully you'll be interested in getting to know me.
With that in mind I'm not going to list all my information out here -- we can save that for our future conversation. I will provide some basic information, though:
• I'm a reader
• I'm single
• I'm employed (thankfully)
• I can juggle
• I love music
• I'm learning how to play piano
• Dogs >>>>> Cats (some cats are cool, though)
I'm a simple guy; I'm not looking for any drama...or gobbeldygook. I like that word and I rarely get a chance to use it.
Send me a message if you're interested. Fellow blerds to the front of the line.
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2023.05.29 00:11 Matchacide 35 [M4F] East Coast - A stupendous conversational opportunity! Inquire within....

Now that I think about it, I...don't think I've ever typed the word "stupendous" before. Huh.
I'm genuinely looking for a nice conversation. If the conversation extends beyond tonight, that's great! If not, that's how things go. I used to despise the R4R cycle of:
• Have an enjoyable conversation on Reddit!
• Move to another platform
• ????
• Conversation dies
• Rinse and repeat
Yet now it's kind of....enjoyable in a weird, masochistic way. Not sure how to explain it. It's a not too subtle reminder that, sometimes, people and experiences are only meant for seasons. Some shortelonger than others.
Don't get me wrong, I would *love* a long-term exchange with someone I can relate to. That's actually the goal, but right now I just want to get to know someone. Hopefully that someone is you and hopefully you'll be interested in getting to know me.
With that in mind I'm not going to list all my information out here -- we can save that for our future conversation. I will provide some basic information, though:
• I'm a reader
• I'm single
• I'm employed (thankfully)
• I can juggle
• I love music
• I'm learning how to play piano
• Dogs >>>>> Cats (some cats are cool, though)
I'm a simple guy; I'm not looking for any drama...or gobbeldygook. I like that word and I rarely get a chance to use it.
Send me a message if you're interested. Fellow blerds to the front of the line.
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2023.05.28 23:56 TKMLtheStar The Characters’ College Majors

There were 10 main characters that attended California University, and the information regarding what each of them studied was varied. Some of their majors were directly stated (even addressed several times during the show), a few were hinted at but not actually confirmed, and one in particular was more difficult to determine since there were multiple possibilities. I’m curious if there were more details concerning the college majors within the 90210 group that were given outside of the episodes themselves or if anyone else had other ideas about what they were, especially since nearly half the series took place during college.
Directly Confirmed Within the Series
Brenda: Theater - David stated that this was Brenda’s major during the Cat on a Hot Tin Roof storyline. It was, also, pretty obvious anyway, considering how her dream of becoming an actress was established as early as season 1 and was brought up several times by the Walsh family, she mentioned schools having a good drama or theater program when discussing college options, she starred in two plays during her single year at CU, and she ultimately went to London to train at a prestigious dramatic arts school.
Kelly: Psychology - Kelly mentioned pursuing an education in psychology before season 4 began, stated that this was her major multiple times throughout the college years, and even said it a couple of times during the adult years. Whenever she talked about having a class to go to or an exam to study for, it was almost always for a psych course. And she even had a whole storyline surrounding a cult headed by one of the psych professors at CU. If there was ever a character whose major was made perfectly clear, it was Kelly.
Andrea: Pre-Med - She originally seemed to be preparing for a career in journalism, what with her dedication to The Blaze and her initial interest in The Condor. However, Andrea told Josh Richland that she was going to major in pre-med after he said there was not much point in studying journalism if she wasn’t going to be a part of the paper. She, also, worked at the medical lab on campus during the animal rights plotline. And she mentioned having dropped out of med school during her brief return for the gang’s high school reunion.
David: Music - I forget to who exactly, but I remember David telling someone towards the end of season 4 that he was a Music Major, perhaps to either Holly (the blind piano teacher) or Ariel Hunter. This makes sense, as David showed an ambition to be both a musician and a radio DJ all throughout high school, college, and adulthood. Other projects he was involved in were usually a part of the music scene as well, such as making music videos and booking artists for the After Dark.
Donna: Art History or Liberal Arts or Fashion & Marketing - All three of these were each directly said to have been Donna’s major at one point or another. Kelly told Colin that Donna was an Art History major when they were in the Art building on campus, and I remember Donna saying something about taking a gothic architecture class - or another similar class - which sounds like the type of course an Art History Major would take. She showed an interest and talent for art during her senior year of high school, so I could understand this being her major. However, she informed a job interviewer in season 8 that her major had been Fashion & Marketing. Since the end of season 7 - final year of college - indicated that her classes were geared toward the business of fashion and she ultimately pursued a career as a designer and businesswoman, this was likely the major she actually ended up graduating as. So either she changed her major at some point, or perhaps the writers intended for viewers to accept that she had studied fashion all along once they had her character become a designer. As for her saying she was a Liberal Arts Major during one of her Rose Court interviews, this may have just been a writing error since it didn’t get mentioned again. Although, I could see Donna selecting this broader major considering her creative interests and general uncertainty in the earlier seasons.
Clare: Double Major in French Literature and Physics, Minor in Communications - Clare told David what she was studying in early season 5, before they started dating. Throughout her years on the show, she displayed a proficiency in the French language, had a storyline about drama surrounding a physics paper, and partook in a few video projects; her interests remained consistent with her areas of study.
Dylan (Season 10): Humanities - Very little was shown about Dylan’s return to CU. Just that David convinced admissions to accept his application, and then that he graduated toward the end of the series. But he told Kelly that this was his major and even showed it listed on his diploma. And that was it.
Hinted at But Not Confirmed
Steve: Business (probably with a concentration in administration, management, or marketing) - While his major was never directly stated, his career interests were always related to something that implied he was probably a Business Major, and any mention of his classes were typically business related as well. During the creation of the Peach Pit After Dark, Steve was its mastermind and he even mentioned event planning as his dream for his livelihood when the rave fire resulted in his probation (indicating a possible major in Business Management). Upon his graduation, he originally expected to work for one of his father’s businesses, and he eventually became the owner of The Beverly Beat (indicating a possible major in Business Administration). And he sought a job in marketing during the CU job fair, hence my guess that he could’ve been a Business Marketing Major.
Dylan (Season 4): Undeclared or English - Since he was not originally planning on attending CU and just signed up for classes at the last minute, it is likely that Dylan viewed his freshman year of college as more of a trial run and therefore did not bother declaring a major yet. However, he expressed a passion for writing and literature during high school and shared a poetry class with Brenda when they both attended CU. While these things do not necessarily mean that he had been an English Major, I think it certainly could’ve been a possibility if he actually had declared one.
Val: Business - Not much was shown of Val’s educational pursuits, but she owned the After Dark for nearly 3 years and was ultimately the reason why the club became such a success. It’s true that she originally took ownership of it as a means to blackmail Ray, but she proved to have a natural savvy for business, was a shrewd negotiator, and simply loved making money. Plus, her one class-related storyline involved getting invested in a business plan project and attending a non-required business seminar out of genuine interest in the subject. So even if she did not start out as a Business Major, I think it is likely that she was one by the time she graduated.
Heavy Implications Toward Multiple Possibilities
Brandon: Undeclared to Journalism, Communications, or English - More on this his in the comments since it doesn’t fit here.
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2023.05.28 23:55 Bateman_Not_Batman #how to get ahead in ai.dvertising [SP]

The Future is Officially Canceled.
Dee had read articles like this before. He couldn’t remember if the future had ever been officially canceled. But it had been canceled. Unofficially, perhaps. Hence the need to do it officially.
He skimmed the first few paragraphs …the slow cancellation of the future… …pop culture is eating itself… …imitators are imitating an imitation… The ‘slow cancellation’ theory was first flung around in the early twenty first century, on the hypothesis that if you played 1970s music to someone in the 1950s, it would blow their freaking mind. And if you played music from the 1990s to someone in the 1970s, their mind would be equally blown. But if you played music from the ‘10s to someone in the 1990s it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. In fact, that person may even think they had heard some of it before. The same thing with music from the ‘30s to someone in the ‘10s or music from now to someone in the ‘30s. That person might conceivably think they were even listening to music from a previous decade. Pop culture had referenced itself so many times over, it was now just a copy of a copy of a copy. Degrading every time.
Dee looked down at the article's credit, Dennis Bagley, Editorial AI Operator. He knew it, AI. No wonder it read so familiar. He looked up at the various awards on his top shelf. Dee knew he was different. Better. His AI operating skills were the thing of accolades. The thing of applause. Just last week he and his AI processor picked up Gold in Effectology for their Just Poo It campaign for Charmin. And Silver in Originology for their The Ketchup In The Rye commercial for Pepsi-Heinz, about a young guy who gets kicked out of school and stays out all night trying to find a bottle of ketchup. He looked down at his processor and beamed. Its glowing red light beamed back at him.
They didn’t just stumble into that kind of effectiveness. Campaigns didn’t even get greenlit unless they scored ninety or above on the Effectology meter. He and his AI were usually hitting ninety twos or ninety threes, even a ninety five for Here’s To The Lazy Ones for Caspar mattresses. That campaign killed.
But Dee held himself to that higher calling, Originology. The metrics of original ideas. Sure, the AI did most of the work but Dee was able to tweak his processor to go way beyond the requisite twenty five percent Originology score. Together they were nailing figures in the forties, sometimes even peaking into the fifties. Scores that were head and shoulders above the rest of the department.
That’s how he could afford the sweet ‘18 Jordans Reissues on his feet. He curled his luxe Loewe headphone cable through his fingers and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. He scoffed at a time when people didn’t think they needed a headphone cable. And imagined having nothing to twirl while listening to reinterpreted rock, nothing to wind around his fingers while he fed the processor. How many headphones must have been lost forever, just because they weren’t plugged in? Like everything else in pop culture, what went around came around, and, relatively recently, headphone cables had come back hard as the status symbol. Today, you didn’t just have to have a cable to be considered cool, you had to have the cable. It had to be thick as a rope, plated with rare metals, and covered in a fancy leather sheath from a chic brand like Gucci or Loewe.
Dee beamed as he thought of all the cool historical cultural knowledge he had amassed. Not just advertising history like the dweebs in the cubicles around him, but film history, fashion history, art history, music history. If it happened in culture, he knew about it. And he used it. That’s how he scored so high on the Originology meter. It made him feel almost like a real writer. Though he would never say that out loud. He imagined being like the old timers, upstairs. The un.ai.ded human writers, that clients would pay a serious premium for. Then he wouldn’t have to work on ketchup and toilet roll. He could have a crack at the big dogs, like Googlesoft, United American Airlines or DoritosLocosTacoBell. For now though, he’d have to stick with clients more becoming of his position. This morning’s task was to create a campaign for Pepsi-Crest. A toothpaste. Not super interesting. But he knew how to spice it up. Instead of letting his AI go back through decades of toothpaste ads just to pump out tired old crap like the It Cleans Your Face While it Cleans Your Teeth campaign that Mike Bey pitched last week, Dee mixed in a little fast food inspo from one of his favorite eras and found himself at the highly original and equally effective Where’s the Teeth? campaign. He was stunned by his own brilliance. He patted his processor and imagined it congratulating him back, then he programmed it to write an epic fifteen second anthem film and a suite of six second pre-roll spots, then sent it off to the CG department to render in time to air that night. Dee’s colleagues often asked him how he and his processor were so good at what they did. How their campaigns always scored so highly in both Effectology and Originology. They all used the same machine learning. It’s what the agency sold itself on. Never wanting to sound aloof; even though he was, or like he was tooting his own horn; even though he often did, he would merely say, “I like to pepper a bit of non advertising data in there. A little hint of me.” It was enough to provoke gasps and even make his colleagues take a step back or two, they had all been programmed to do just one task, feed the machine with advertising data. They couldn’t fathom diverging. “The AI should be enough,” was the general understanding. “The machine has better knowledge of advertising history than we do,” and “knows the ins and outs of Effectology better than we ever could.” It’s even been “scientifically programmed to exceed all expectation of Originology.” Dee couldn’t be swayed by any of the standard reactions. He would just smile, and casually amble off. Knowing full well he was beating the machine. He was a rebel in his own right. That afternoon, his section boss leaned over his cubicle. “Hullo Tara.” “Keep it formal please, colleague,” she scolded, “call me Antino. What do you look so ruddy chuffed about anyway?” “I just came up with a brilliant campaign for a very dull toothpaste. You’ll see it on The Comedy Central Reruns Channel tonight.” “Yes, well, an upstairs project is running behind and they’re calling on us down here to pull together some inspo decks, help jostle something loose in those tired old brains.” “Wouldn’t that make them not human-made? What are their clients paying all that money for?” “Loopholes, colleague, loopholes. As long as one of them humans writes the final line, it doesn’t matter how much AI they used to get there. “ “I could do that. I could do better than that. Did I tell you about my toothpaste campaign?” “Yes you did. Twice now. Must be good.” “It is.” “Well, here’s your chance for a peek into the real writer life. I’m deprioritizing your regular workload and prioritizing this inspo creation.” “Yeahhh!” Dee punched the air and freeze framed like he saw in an old movie. “The brief is for Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM. It’s a car. The Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM Unica. Like a fancy off-roader, you know what I mean? They wanna sell it to people in cities who don’t drive. More of a status symbol, you know what I mean? Like park it in front of your house so people will know you could go off-roading if you wanted to. Audience archetype is Moms. You getting this?” Dee finally broke his freeze frame but his mind was already whirring. “Yeah, I got it.” “Alright then. Bon chance.” Dee jumped into action, flipped up his AI processor’s screen and started cross referencing old Land Rover ads with The Rock movies, some Nora Ephron classics, Michelle Rodriguez’s character from all twenty eight Fast & Furious movies; even the fully CGI’d ones, the scene from Mrs Doubtfire when she’s playing the broomstick like a guitar, some Bikini Kill records, a memory of his own Mom making him wait in the car while she went shopping at Bergdorfs, a bunch of cool off-roading stuff from Top Gear and a painting of a car he’d always loved by Robert Bechtle. The machine spat out fifteen possible campaign inspo starters and Dee ran-walked them to the inspo courier in the office atrium. Before the day ended, a synthetic orchestra sounded through the building, \Pah pahhh, pah pa pah pa pah pahhh** and the employees were called into the atrium. Office meeting. As Dee strolled in, he caught the rare sight of the last few human copywriters lined up around the balcony above them. They applauded the downstairs employees, theatrically, motioning with their claps as they walked in and took seats, stood awkwardly or otherwise congregated.
There was a dramatic hush before one of the last true human copywriters finally spoke. “Great inspo. Thanks.” Wow. Each word, each letter, worth its weight in gold. That's probably why they used so few, thought Dee. “Yeah, really really good stuff.” Said another. “AI did this?” Said a third as she held the sheets of inspo out. “Some of the best inspo I’ve ever seen in all of my career.” Coughed the oldest and most regal sounding.
Dee squinted and peered up at them. Was that his inspo deck they were flashing around? Was this whole elaborate ceremony all to celebrate his AI operating? He didn’t know whether to be chuffed or anxious. Did they know he was cheating the system? Did they care? These are some of the last true human copywriters in history. They have, and are encouraged to have, the unique thought. Their work isn’t judged on how similar-without-being-exactly-the-same it is to existing campaigns. It’s judged on how different, how breakthrough, how stand out it is.
“It was me!” Dee blurted out. Quite uncharacteristically. He was usually so cool with the compliments. So coy with the recognition. His whole angle required it.
The other AI operators standing around him took their requisite step back, though this time it was less in awe, more in disgust. The air in the room stiffened. AI had ruled his department, and most of the industry, for so long that people didn’t speak up anymore. They just quietly fed the machine. And the machine took all the glory. Dee felt instant ostracism from the colleagues he had worked alongside for most of his career. He immediately questioned his outburst and retracted his ownership claim, knowing that his inspo deck would have been one of many.
“Some of it, at least. My AI, I mean. Processor.” He said. Sheepish this time. Back in his place.
The last few human copywriters smiled, nodded, bowed, gave final congratulations to all from high up on their balcony and then shuffled away in single file. All but one, Sir Coughing-Most-Regal. He slowly made his way down the grand staircase, into the atrium. A man leaving behind his usual pomp and circumstance, bringing his rare ability of unique thought into a crowd of imitation suppliers. As he reached the bottom step, he lost all of his royal air and seemed suddenly so vulnerable, walking among the regular folk. Most of Dee’s colleagues had already left, gone back to their metal masters, but Dee stayed. He knew this old man was coming to see him. He thought he might be in for a dressing down but he hoped it would be the opposite. He manifested that this titan of singular thought, the rare, unique idea, was coming to congratulate him.
“Freedkin.” The old man shoved out his hand. “Pleasure.” Dee shook it. “You say you programmed this inspo deck, yes?” He flapped the pages around. “Yes.” “Ruddy good work, let me tell you.” “Thank you.” “In all my years, since this artificial thinking thing came in, I’ve never read anything so good. Inspired me all over. I’ve been positively bursting with ideas since.” “Thank… you.” “AI wrote this you say?” “Yes.” “Ruddy good for AI. Never read anything so ruddy good. And you processed it?” “Yes.” “What’s your name son?” “Dee.” “Dee what?” “Palmer.” “Pleasure to meet you, Palmer. How much did you… influence it, the AI?” “How do you mean, sir?” “Call me Freedkin.” “How do you mean, Freedkin?” “I mean… how much of it is yours and how much is the machine’s?” Dee didn’t answer. He was looking for the angle. This old man surely didn’t value what AI does. He’s one of the last bastions of actual human creation. What was he getting at? Freedkin reoriented his question. “Mostly the machine or mostly you?” Dee thought he might have a kindred spirit here, in front of him, for the first time. He was going to take a risk. Recognizing a willingness to open up, Freedkin leaned in and spoke quietly. “Did you write this inspo or did the machine?” “I wrote it.” Dee postured. “All.” “Thought so. Good job. Our secret.” Freedkin winked. “Jolly good.” The next day, as he fed his AI little snippets of unexpected data, Dee noticed a hush come over his floor. The usual keyboard click, clack and grumble of inter-colleague banter were dead silent. All that was left was the processors’ harmonic hum. He lifted himself from his expensive ergonomic office chair and peered over his cubicle wall, spying across the sea of operators that made up the AI.ded Creativity department. A hunched figure at the opposite end of the bullpen sauntered from operator to operator, swilling a cup of coffee, looking in at each workstation. Giving a “hello” here, a nod there, even the odd salute. It was Freedkin. A real writer. Down here with the machine feeders. The other operators seemed afraid to go near him. Worried they might infect him with their inability. Dee had never seen a real writer in the operators’ bullpen. Freedkin, already old by industry standards, looked positively ancient in these surroundings. A sepia photograph in a technicolor world. Dee watched him, wondering if he should call out. He felt bound by social etiquette to not foist another outburst onto his peers. So he just watched, for a number of minutes, until Freedkin was close enough that his old eyes could make out Dee’s visage.
“Palmer!” Bingo. The two sat in Dee’s cubicle. Freedkin in the expensive office chair, as was fitting, and Dee on the wooden footstool. “For a short time we all worked from home. At the start of my career. For a short time.” “Everyone?” “Most. Not everyone, I suppose. But it was the thing to do. Was deemed more productive. Until it wasn’t. Then when this thing became the norm,” he tapped on Dee’s tiny AI processor, its red light glowed, “there was a sort of an office renaissance. I remember the bigwigs back then didn’t really want us using AI for ideas. Like it was giving in to the machine. We slowly got called back to the agency so they could keep an eye on our output. Keep it human, I suppose. That’s when the separation happened. In the end, the agency had to start using artificial thinking to keep up with demand. What are you lot churning out these days? Three campaigns a day? Four? We used to get a whole week to come up with one idea. After a while, of course, it got squeezed down to a couple of days. To the point where we needed the machine to keep up. Not long after, the bigwigs realized they could actually charge more off of the ‘human’ written stuff. Anyway, enough of the history lesson, what.” “It’s very interesting.” “Yes well, what I really came down here for,” Freedkin paused and looked around, “was some of that… good… inspo.” “I hear ya.” Dee poised his fingers over his keyboard and looked into the air like he was about to write something un.ai.ded, cocksure in his posture. “What’s this one about then?” “Watches. For Googlesoft. ‘Time,’ I was thinking, means so much, yet so little. Where does it all go? You know? How do we make more of it? Watches are time machines. See?” Dee’s posture sank. He thought of all that, by himself? No machine? He suddenly felt very ineffective. Unoriginal. He saw only the red glow from his little AI processor, staring back at him. Taking all the credit. He imagined it laughing with his colleagues in a bar while he sat at the other end of the table, ignored. He imagined it accepting awards by itself. He felt weak. He felt useless without it. It just glowed. “It kind of flows better… when I’m alone.” Dee nervously mumbled. “Right. Don’t say another word. Right you are. ‘Time.’ Remember. Where does it all go? Ok, I go. Ta-ta for now.
Dee looked down at his processor, apologetically. He quietly admonished himself before it until he felt forgiven. Then he typed in a weak initial prompt, all he could muster, write an advertising campaign about time.
The AI spat back a perfectly crafted campaign idea, line and film execution almost faster than Dee hit enter. The Best Things Come To Bros Who Wait. Dee immediately recognized it as a Guinness Surfers imitation. Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock. Its Effectology score clocked in well into the nineties. But its Originology score barely scraped by, just making it into ‘passable.’ Dee silently sneered at his surrounding coworkers. Any one of them would submit this as is and call it a day. It’d be rendered in minutes, deals made with celebrities’ CG likenesses under the hour, a revered AI voiceover and stunning synthetic music that would leave audiences lining up for these passively useful timepieces. But that wasn’t enough for Dee. That’s why he was who he was, goddamnit. Why Freedkin came to him. Him! Not Buton or Deytoro or Heckering. Him!
He added more detail to his prompt. Meaning of time. How to get time back. Time Machine. Back in time. Michael J Fox. Einstein (dog). Time Bandits. Timecop. Van Damme. Kyle Reece. Time displacement. Uhhh huhhh this felt good again. This was working. Dee and his processor were back in sync. As though they were one. Of course, as far as Freedkin knew, they were one. As Dee typed away, he imagined him and his AI coming together. Two heads. Better than one. He lost himself in his prompting and pictured his processor sitting on his shoulder, a second head, right there, next to his own. A tiny, metal appendage. Sleek, gray, with its glowing red light. And, for some reason, it was growing a little mustache. Dee and the mustached machine were completely lost in their work over the next few days. They hardly wrote any of their own campaigns. It was all inspo, inspo, inspo for Freedkin. The good stuff though, Viking Space Cruises, 1900 Tequila, Acne Studios. Each time, Dee and his processor were pretty much writing the entire thing. Freedkin hardly needed to change them at all. Just put his old world tone all over it. Add all of his extra words and ‘personality.’ Dee’s two heads were coming up with the best campaigns in the agency. And no one knew it. Except Freedkin. By now, his second head felt almost as big as his first. He could see it in his periphery. When he looked to the left, it looked back at him. It smiled sometimes. And that little freaking mustache was starting to freak Dee out. That night, Freedkin invited Dee for a couple of drinks with the other real human writers at the fanciest DoritosLocosTacoBell on the Westside. They didn’t even have to wait in line. Dee marveled at the size of the place, the expansiveness. It was packed. They were led through by the greeter to a private table at the back with a leather rope around it. He sat on the edge of the booth as the others ordered various flavors of Gatorade-aritas. When it got to Dee, he said he would have the same as Freedkin, which turned out to be a Frost Glacier Cherry-arita, the classiest -arita of all.
The writers’ conversation was mesmerizing. Every word that came out of their mouths was a unique thought. An opinion. A point of view. Dee tried to join in by recounting the narrative of various movies he had seen. The more obscure the better, attempting to interact at their level. While telling the story of Mick Jackson’s Threads to Bigelo, he could feel her searching for a point of view or an opinion in what he was saying, but he couldn’t stir one. If only he had his processor right now. Its red light glowed comfortingly in his mind. He missed it. Slowly, the other writers left. Dee couldn’t help but think he had something to do with it. He was feeling so inadequate by the time everyone but Freedkin had gone that he just sat quietly and half-smiled at him. Both of them were five or six Gatorade-aritas deep, slumped in their private booth. “Do you like what you do?” Asked Freedkin. “I love it.” “Do you really?” “I don’t know.” “I hate what I do. But I’m good at it. Do you want to know the secret, Palmer? The secret to what we do?” Dee couldn’t do anything but smile a little bigger to communicate his response. Freedkin paused for dramatic effect. “If you love advertising, you shouldn’t work in advertising.” Did Dee love advertising? He didn’t even know. He knew he knew advertising. “You think your audience loves advertising? You think they want to see your tribute to that Googlesoft spot that was an imitation of an Apple spot that was inspired by a Brett Morgen film? No! They just want to see the Brett Morgen film! They don’t want to see your thing at all!” Dee slumped further down. “But if you’re lucky,” Freedkin continued, “if you’re really lucky, and you show them something they’ve never seen before, because you hate advertising too and you just wanted to make something that made you feel something, if they feel that same feeling, you’ve got gold. But you can only get to gold by summoning all of your experiences outside of advertising. You can’t just try to make the Nike of pimple commercials. You have to make the Palmer of pimple commercials. Do you see? That’s the problem with your AI. Your machine.”
The red light flashed again in Dee’s mind. Awakened by Freedkin’s heresy.
“The best AI will ever do is just show you a better version of something you’ve seen before. They call that effective? The numbers can say whatever they want them to, all they’re really doing is pasting wallpaper on top of wallpaper on top of wallpaper. Until eventually the audience ignores it completely. But you’re different Palmer. You and I are different. Different is what sells. I had a word with Simmons up on six. She’s agreed to give you a trial period on the human floor. At my behest. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her you were already thinking for yourself. I just told her you had the potential to. You start tomorrow. Trial period. Tonight was about the other humans meeting you. I can’t tell you that they’re not skeptical. But they’re open to it. For me. What do you think?” Dee was nervous. He got off the elevator at the operators’ bullpen without even thinking about it. He walked all the way to the atrium and up the grand staircase to the human writers’ floor, instead of getting back on the elevator. He took each step steadily, taking it all in. He felt like a tourist. Like he was borrowing an identity. He imagined he was a young Freedkin and tried to put a confident stride in his step. It didn’t work. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for his AI processor. His second head. Mustached. He couldn’t turn it on because, as everyone knew, AI wasn’t allowed upstairs, in case the agency got audited. The cost consultants would be all over a human writing department that used artificial ideation. They’d be shut down. At the very least, they would lose their Un.AI.ded AI.dvertising license. The only reason for charging such a premium. Dee ran his hand along the balcony rail. He’d only ever seen it from downstairs, from the non-human thinkers’ floor. He walked from the balcony to the human writer’s work area. It was the exact opposite of what he was used to. No sea of cubicles. No click clack. No mechanized productivity. No hum. Just couches, writing desks and quiet.
“Morning.” Whistled Freedkin. “How are we?” “We?” “You.” “Wish I hadn’t drunk so much.” “Ohh, I know. Think of it as an initiation. Nothing wrong with it. Takes your mind off the job. Stops you from thinking for a minute. You need that after everything you’ve been pumping out. All that gold, that is.” “Right.” “Right. Well. Set yourself up wherever you like. First brief is for Coca-Cola. A new water! The freshest water they’ve ever sold, so they say. Tap Clear” Dee wandered over to a small writing desk and put his touchscreen down. He unraveled his headphone cable and felt for his processor in his pocket. When he found it, he rubbed it like a lamp, wishing for a genie. A couple of human writers who’d been deep in concentration when he first walked in, had been disturbed by his arrival. He didn’t recognize them from last night. They glared at him as he set himself up. He smiled in their general direction. They continued to glare. “Big Jim.” Whispered Freedkin. “Him and his team have been here three days straight, on a pitch. Don’t worry about them. They’re just under tremendous stress. This human work really takes it out of you, you know? ” Dee turned and sat with his back to them. He powered up his touchscreen and put his headphones on, draping his Loewe headphone cable around his neck and shoulders. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard, expecting ideas to come. Nothing. He skimmed the brief. Still nothing. He read the brief. Not a thing. A few of the other writers strolled in. Dee watched them find a workspace, sit down, start writing. One of them even used a pen! Dee loved this whole lifestyle. Turn up for work whenever, spout genius, have lunch, sell some billion dollar ideas, have a cocktail. The thought of it all spurred him on. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard again and braced himself for the idea flow. Nothing came. Nothing. All morning. His mind was blank. It felt like it was getting blanker. He couldn’t believe it. Even half thoughts were swimming away from him. Impossible to catch. Even just individual words. Gone. By the afternoon Dee was starting to freak out. He felt like an imposter. “Freedkin,” he hissed, “I can’t think. I can’t come up with anything.” “It takes time, my boy. Days. I told you, before we used to even have weeks…” “But my brain’s not working at all. It won’t… generate… anything.” “Relax your brain. Relax yourself.” “But Freedkin… Freedkin,” he hissed again, “I didn’t write any of that stuff. It was AI. All of it. No… I mean… I helped… but it wasn’t all me.” “Ok… hold on… boy… be careful. That kind of talk will get you killed around here. Try and make it to the end of the day. Try just writing some things down. Some thoughts. Some words. And if you still feel the same tomorrow, I’ll let the brass know it wasn’t for you. No harm.” Dee’s eyes hardened. “Do you hear me, Palmer?” Dee rubbed his temples. “Listen, this affects both of us. Yes, you, but also me… for recommending you. I’ll be out… Think!” Freedkin distanced himself. Hoping it would quell the panic. Dee stared at nothing for as long as he could. An hour, at most. Just stared. No thoughts came. No words. A blank screen. So he slipped his hand in his pocket, held his AI processor warmly, and turned it on. Instantly, an alarm sounded. “What's going on here, Freedkin?” Skewered Big Jim. “Is this your kid? What’s the big idea? Is he working for the machines? What is he…trying to infiltrate us? I can’t have this. I’ve got a family. I can’t be out of a job.” “It’s just a misunderstanding, Jim. He’ll be leaving now.” “No he won’t. Get back here, kid.” Big Jim grabbed at Dee’s shirt. Dee squirmed and tried to push him away. Big Jim got a hand on his neck instead, as some of the other writers tried to grab his arms. Dee instinctively swung his fists around. He got one of the writers, Bigelo, square in the eye. She roared “He’s blinded me!” Big Jim picked him up by his neck. Dee choked. He grabbed his touchscreen and swung it. The edge caught Big Jim on the side of the head. Big Jim dropped him and screamed. Freedkin put a hand on Big Jim’s shoulder. Big Jim swung his fist around and slammed it into Freedkin’s nose. Dee tried to slip away but Big Jim, raging, grabbed his headphone cable and dragged him back, winding the cable around his neck to try and hold on to him with it. The other writers stepped back as Dee kicked around in a panic. He got one of the writers in the stomach and another in the back. The headphone cable slipped out of Big Jim’s hands. Dee reached out for anything he could grab onto. He found a desk leg and pulled himself away from the melee as the gang of writers got him by his feet. They pulled off his Jordans and he crawled away as fast as he could, out of the writers’ area and onto the balcony. The writers caught up with him. He swung the few punches he could muster. He cracked one writer on the cheekbone as another reached for his headphone cable, wrapping it around the balcony rail to stop him from getting even further away. Big Jim steamed in, bleeding from his head, and slammed into Dee, launching him into the air with his sheer force. Dee reached for the rail but it slipped under him as he toppled over into the open atrium, between the floors. He felt a snap as the headphone cable went taut around his neck. A colleague standing in the atrium shrieked. Dee kicked his legs and wriggled about, trying to slip out. He clawed his hands around the cable and tried to loosen it but it just got tighter and tighter. He looked up to see the human writers peering down. Not helping. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. He looked to his left to see his second head staring straight back at him. As he hung, he could feel the metal head growing, exponentially, until it popped off, hit the ground and shattered. Shiny gray liquid metal spilled all over the floor and splashed up the walls. Its red light glowing all over as the metal spread around the room. Once it had flooded the entire atrium it enveloped Dee’s mind. And he was gone. The agency left his body hanging there for two days. They blamed it on a lack of janitorial availability. Everything in the office was automated, and cutting down a dead body wasn’t something their sanitation robots had been programmed to do. But, deep down, everyone knew that it was a message. That they should stay in the roles they had been assigned. So they did. So they wouldn’t end up like Dee.
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2023.05.28 23:52 LittleDevilF RESULTS: University study on MBTI and nostalgia. Over a month ago I posted asking for participants for my university study on MBTI and music-evoked nostalgia. Here’s what came of it…

Research question: Intuitive vs. Sensor, who is more nostalgic to familiar music?
Background research: Nostalgia is a sentimental longing for a period for the past. In terms of music psychology, it has not been tested in terms of MBTI and music evoked nostalgia at all. Due to lack of previous research, my research is exploratory with non directional hypotheses.
Hypotheses: H1: The difference in level of reported nostalgia felt will be statistically significant between intuitive and sensing participants. H2: The difference in level of reported nostalgia felt will be statistically significant between participants of different type families. H3: the difference in level of reported nostalgia felt will be statistically significant between participants of different MBTI types.
Methods: Design: Exploratory due to lack of previous research. MBTI type, type family and intuitive vs sensing are the quasi-independent variables.
Participants: 268 overall participants after 46 being excluded for either not knowing their MBTI type or not knowing the song chosen. A priori factor analysis was conducted, the sample obtained had enough statistical power for the intuitive vs sensor condition and for the type family condition, but not the individual MBTI condition - which may lead to type II error. The age range was between 18-62. Slight majority of women at 51%, men at 42%, the rest being a third gender or preferred not to say. The majority ethnic race was White other (42%), followed by White British (14%), mixed race (10%), all other ethnic groups covered 30% and 6% preferred not to say. 76% of participants did not grow up in the UK, 17% did, 3% partially and 1% preferred not to say. The grown up in the UK question was used to test the international recognisability of the song chosen and since MBTI is an international subreddit, global participation was inevitable.
Apparatus and materials: The study was conducted on Qualtrics. The song chosen was Thrift shop (ft Wanz) by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis. Why? It’s over 10 years old so a distant memory for most people and in 2013 (10 years ago exactly) it was number 1 on global charts so most people who did the study would know it. Nostalgia was measured on a 5-point Likert Scale. Likert scales are a good universal method of quantitative data collection method. “Red herring” emotions were places around it to disguise the purpose of the study. These were calm, happy, confident, sad, angry, anxious and bored.
Procedure: Participants read the information sheet and consented to participate. They were asked to disclose their MBTI type and then listen to the audio of Thrift Shop. After this, they rated their emotions after the song. They were then asked all the demographic questions. Finally they were debriefed.
Results: Intuitive vs sensor: A t-test was conducted. There was a significant difference between intuitive and sensing personalities in nostalgia felt. Intuitives are more nostalgic than sensors. Control t-tests were done. No other emotion were effected by intuitive vs sensing. This result is unique to nostalgia.
Type families: An ANOVA was conducted. There was a significant difference between type families and nostalgia felt. A post hoc Tukey HSD pairwise comparison was conducted on this and found that diplomats are significantly different to explorers. When ranked, diplomats are most nostalgic, followed by analysts, then sentinels, and explorers are least nostalgic. Control ANOVAs were conducted, it was found that type family was also related to happiness - post hoc found that it was diplomats and analysts that significantly differed from one another.
Individual MBTI types: A Kruskal-Wallis test was conducted (non-parametric ANOVA) due to the sample violating the assumption of normality AND the sample size not meeting the standard statistical power. There was no significant difference between individual MBTI types and nostalgia felt. Control Kruskal-Wallis tests were done, there were no other significant comparisons.
Discussion:. Literature found that the reason for intuitives (and the two intuitive type families) being more nostalgic is due to increased imagination and creativity amongst that group of people.
Individual MBTI may not have had a significant result due to low statistical power, leading to Type II error rather than actual insignificance.
Nostalgia and happiness may be linked in the type family condition as literature has found that these two emotions often predict one another and have a mutually beneficial relationship.
The findings are useful for the realm of marketing and nostalgia marketing in particular. Selectively advertising to people who are more susceptible to nostalgia can help efficiently allocate resources (money) for greater return due to something called “emotional purchasing”
Main criticism is in the theory. I don’t know if people typed themselves using cognitive functions or The Big Five Inventory. As my participants are from MBTI I’d hope many will have used cognitive functions but there’s no way of me being able to check. This could become confounding and should be worked on in the future.
Methodologically, I’d change 5-point Likert scales to 7-point to increase reliability.
I’d also add the Nostalgia Proneness Index as it is a well known psychological index that can allow for compatibility of the results.
In the future (and if I had a higher word count) I would include song choices depending on musical eras using the same selection method to reduce personal preferences from getting in the way.
I’d also want to get a higher sample, not only to increase the power for the individual MBTI analysis but also have enough people for an unfamiliar song condition (for those who didn’t know the song).
Thank you for reading. Any questions?
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2023.05.28 23:50 e_walshe What's the best way to listen to a list of Albums?

So I'm currently working my way through the Rolling Stones Top 500 Albums list that's online.
This is more of a way for me to try and broaden my music tastes, trying to get good albums from all genres and years etc. I have them all organized in an excel sheet, by rank, date and genre.
However what would you all recommend is the best way to go about it?
Should I go from 500-1? Should I go from 1-500? What about randomising the list and going through it then? Should I go by artist? Or by year?
I know there's no wrong answer but to try and broaden my range of music, what is the best way to enjoy the music and not just getting through the list for the sake of it. To try and actually digest the music and remember it etc.
TL:DR: I have 500 albums to listen to. Should I listen to it in order, by genre, or by artist? Or another way.
Thank you in advance
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2023.05.28 23:49 BelatedLowfish 32 [M4F] - So I went and whoops'd my existence and can't use my eyes right now and I'm bored to death. Call me on discord and talk about whatever, trauma dump (those are the best), or tell me about your cat. I'll provide humor and out of practice video game piano music.

Not much else to say, kinda just basically blind at the moment. Not like blind blind, but I'm in so much pain I can barely open my eyes. Incurable eye disease that ruins lives on top of sort of doing the dumbest thing I can for them so I can't use them at all. Whoops I guess.
Anyway, I can only do voice calls cause the blind thing. I'm in EST and it's currently 5:45 as of this post, and I'll be available for a good few hours. And again tomorrow. And the uh, well, while.
If you like piano music from older video games, good. If you don't, well I mean I can play like maybe a song you know if you imagine really hard. If you don't like piano at all, FINE, I won't play it. I just like to have something to offer yknow.
If you're wondering why specifically I put M4F instead of M4R, well, I was raised by women and I don't really enjoy just sitting and talking to guys about whatever. They suck at it. Except for me, I mean. If I was playing a game, sure, no problem obviously, but just talking about existential dread or ducks? Not really my thing.
Though I am single if you like cripples who are in pain all the time.
Just saying.
Anyway, send me one of them chat requests so it pops up on my phone and throw me your discord or whatsapp if you need that instead. I'm gonna go inspect the other part of the floor over there for a while until I get a DM.
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2023.05.28 23:49 e_walshe What's the best way to tackle a list of Albums

So I'm currently working my way through the Rolling Stones Top 500 Albums list that's online.
This is more of a way for me to try and broaden my music tastes, trying to get good albums from all genres and years etc. I have them all organized in an excel sheet, by rank, date and genre.
However what would you all recommend is the best way to go about it?
Should I go from 500-1? Should I go from 1-500? What about randomising the list and going through it then? Should I go by artist? Or by year?
I know there's no wrong answer but to try and broaden my range of music, what is the best way to enjoy the music and not just getting through the list for the sake of it. To try and actually digest the music and remember it etc.
TL:DR: I have 500 albums to listen to. Should I listen to it in order, by genre, or by artist? Or another way.
Thank you in advance
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