theblueredditrefugee
Without words we communicate with our eyes
True, but this actress ain’t doing that. She’s completely dissociated in the pic, her expression so blank and emotionless, screaming that she’s dead inside. While a dissociated character could make a good villain, it’s not hard to see that the character in the poster for the musical isn’t a dissociated villian who is unaware of her cruelty but someone who is fully conscious of and revels in it. It’s only natural that people who are fans of the original work notice just how out of character this is and try to fix it.
Don’t like it? Stop making stupid remakes of ancient stuff and make something original for once! Maybe try putting some emotion into it!
But you know, that’d require Hollywood actually put in effort and they’ve probably forgotten how to do that by now. Seriously, is anyone watching the new shit that they fart out over there these days? Most everyone I know either rewatches old shit or watches anime. Hey, maybe we’ll see the rise of Bollywood over the next couple decades, who knows?
Had sleep apnea before leaving the states. Used to sleep 14 hour days, still sleepy during the day. Didn’t figure it out until I got depression too and started examining the sleep issues as potential depression symptoms (they weren’t, and in fact sleep apnea sometimes causes depression).
Note my example is extreme, and I’ve seen many complaints about other issues (like waking up in the middle of the night, I never did), so ymmv
The difference between a matrix and a 2d array of numbers is the operations that are performed
A tensor really isn’t standardized in the same way so it’s basically just an n-d array in my mind
Lots of firefox mentions, no mention of Vivaldi tho…?
Ah yes the comic that deprogrammed me on anarchism
It’s interesting to me bc I don’t have as much of a salient concept of me as a discrete entity. Like I think of myself more as a collection of brain modules, many of whom disagree with each other, that sorta have to live together in the same vessel. And I feel like the person I am when I wake up is not the same person as the one who went to sleep bc I just feel so different every day. So removing a part of me that brings suffering to the other parts is psychologically less like death and more like changing a tire on a car, like yeah it’s not the same as before but it never is anyway.
It’s all hypothetical anyway bc these are things I cannot change
