You need a repeating visual pattern, a fairly busy one. Then you need a greyscale image of what you want the “magic” picture to be. You deform the repeating pattern by the intensity of the greyscale image.

When your two eyes overlay the background images, your brain highlights the distortions and interprets them as depth… at least if your eyes are good enough to give your brain that information in the first place.

If you want to know more, the algorithm to do this is public, and you can set it up in eg. javascript in an afternoon.

Yeah, I’ve had a continuous blog since… 1999? Since before “blog” was a word. Self-hosted since 2003, write my own blogging software in 2007.

These days I also have a bullet journal for notes and tasks.

Nope! But I’ve made them. I needed to go find someone with more normal eyes to test my creations for me, though.

I remember! Except mine was a static .htm file with enough scaffolding that I could open it with the browser and click the link instead of copy-and-paste-ing.

I read a book. It’s quiet, it’s restful, it often helps me get back to sleep but even if it doesn’t it’s still relaxing and worthwhile.

How do ya’ll live like this? If I have more than four or five tabs I get crushing anxiety.

Just, uh, don’t ask how many bookmarks I have that I’ve never revisited.

That’s, uh, not my experience.

You mean… this one?

They’re reactionaries, and deeply regressive.

You’re not exaggerating. It’s time to move more of our socialization offline.

For me, it’s more like:

My social battery has been dead for a while and I can’t moderate my behavior enough to get new people to put up with my bullshit.

I don’t like it, no. But it won’t be replaced, just like the wild west Internet of yesteryear wasn’t replaced: it’s still where we left it. And so will these behemoths be, when we move past them.

Don’t believe me? Livejournal and mySpace are still running, at the same addresses. Your old login still works.

Not every day you see a conservative comment on lemmy. Thanks for repping.

There’s no ideology described as being “pilled” that’s anything but toxic.

You’re subbing the wrong munis, cousin. I find it very vibrant here compared to most of social media, including blogs.

Or the patterns I notice in mythological stories across cultures.

In a Joseph Campbell kinda way, or a “every culture has a flood myth” kinda way?

slrpnk.net has an AI intercept called Anubis, fwiw

• remember something important during a conversation and grit your teeth in concentration trying to keep the thing in mind while still paying attention, ultimately failing at both

Why would being spoiled rate highly? It’s a bad thing.

I’d rate mine a 10 but because of independence. My parents gave me both the trust and the skills to do what I wanted to do. I biked all over town, didn’t need to check in outside of mealtimes, read the whole library, went to museums and concerts and dances. I taught myself to type and then to program. It was fantastic.

I wasn’t spoiled, though. We didn’t have any spare money, so anything I wanted to do I had to pay for myself; I was babysitting and mowing lawns from a young age. I had my chores at home including taking care of my brothers. I had food, if not my favorites, and clothes, though mostly hand-me-downs from cousins. Any electronics in the house were shared, and either bought used or received as gifts from most distant relatives. But stuff isn’t what makes childhood great: friends, freedom, and family are.

Walking around in the early evening and stopping wherever people are gathering.

I was just popping out for salad greens, and ran across a group of young people having a picnic on the sidewalk. They had way too much food and were offering to share it with everyone who passed by. I wasn’t hungry but I sat down and joined the picnic anyway. Great people! I stayed for over half an hour and I’m so glad I did.

And this isn’t a one-off. This is how I met my wife, too, sixteen years ago. You gotta be open to spontaneous experiences.