#G.E.

[odinsblog]

Agenda-setting theory suggests that the communications media, through their ability to identify and publicize issues, play a pivotal role in shaping the problems that attract attention from governments and international organizations, and direct public opinion towards specific issues. The theory suggests that the media can shape public opinion by determining what issues are given the most attention, and has been widely studied and applied to various forms of media. The way news stories and topics that impact public opinion are presented is influenced by the media. It is predicated on the idea that most individuals only have access to one source of information on most issues: the news media. Since they establish the agenda, they may affect how important some things are seen to be.

The agenda-setting by media is driven by the media's bias on things such as politics, economy and culture, etc. Audiences consider an issue to be more significant the more media attention it receives (issue saliency). For instance, even if readers don't have strong feelings about immigration, they will believe that it is a pressing problem at the time if there is consistent journalistic coverage of it over the period of a few months.

[stone-cold-groove]

General Electric’s WA-1050 & DA-1020 clothes washing and drying system - 1962.

[enbyfication]

(she/they/it/pet)

Being on my way to that myself (and having some other people learning from me), I can absolutely confirm being edged denied and dumbed down does wondersshshdhddhjsjzjdjdmshd

- g.e.

omg yes i know!!! honestly it's definitely smthn that needs to be handled with care bc of how much of an effect it can have but edging and denial can also be so fun to play with if you and the person you're playing with are both in the headspace for it

[sidsinning]

MY G.E. CLASS LITERALLY EXPECTS ME TO HAVE AN ENTIRE DAY OFF TO WRITE 8-12 PAGES OF WORK FOR OUR MIDTERM? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK????? HOW DO I TELL MY PROFESSOR THEY'RE INSANE?????? THIS IS AN ONLINE CLASS WITH NO SCHEDULE

It's like "First part is multiple choice. Now I'm giving you a couple questions you need to answer with a paragraph each. Now you need to do 2 essays. Now you need to do another essay. Relax, you get the whole day to do it (idc if you have a schedule that doesn't let you chillax for the whole day outta nowhere lol)!"

Literally the only work for this class has been writing like 2 paragraphs of work each week after an 8 min video lecture

And the midterm is this

Dog water

[raviolirash]

Remade my durge. This is G.Ė. Someone's chainsmoking aunt. The wrinkles show up a lot better in-game. Gave her the muscle large body type.

[genlosscharliie]

some style experimentation in the form of GEAH (why does their ship name sound like a yelp). they’re so annoying i hate them /aff

[damn-s313d]

There is no normal content, so sketch with Lozen

[folkimplosionmusic]

April 26, 1991

[softhe4rted]

[kp-studios]

BEL: G.E.-09 Almost Killing Herself From Her Stubbornness

(No, Really I Named It That.)

A dark room of nothing but machinery and the sense of dilapidation around the room. The only machine there, full of other machineries of abandoned, rusted, incomplete, or destroyed machineries that look alike was The Beldam; staring through hundreds of thousands of screens towering before and around her of all shapes and sizes. Staring through phones, laptops, computers, watches, T.V’s, you name it! The Beldam had the Real World at her fingertips, but her expectations on people was not what she’d expect. People would watch as their minds become nothing but a rotten mush of meat, be on it for hours or even days until they die from sleep exhaustion. That was what she expected, thinking it would be much easier to conquer our world with that, but she forgot one thing that makes us stop doing it, one that she never grasped at the idea of when she still had her world: We’d get bored of the thing we love. Sure, we’ll still love it, we’d be on it for hours or days, but eventually we’d get bored of watching the same stuff; always doing the same routine, listening to the same song, and we’ll try to find something else to do. Until.. Somebody was on their phone for hours, this was The Beldam’s chance! She lunged her arm toward the screen, half of it distorting into a green web as the screen begins to flash and form green veins.

Before the screen showed nothing but green, the screen faded to black. The phone was turned off, and gave The Beldam an electric shock like normal. She was upset, of course, but she didn’t retract her arm away from the screen. She tried to do something else that she hadn’t thought of until now, and she dug her arm further into the black void, as it continued to shock and distort her skeletal robotic arm. The Beldam wanted that world more than ever, filling her unending greed for power. She didn’t want to give up, she didn’t want to retreat like an animal would when injured. She kept pushing, as her visor began to glitch. Her voice began to sound more choppier and more distorted; her entire body started to glitch into her green silhouette as she started digging through the screen, almost putting her entire arm in. She’s not losing this chance.. Not like before.. The Beldam kept pushing and pushing, her robotic form at it’s limit, but she didn’t back down. Suddenly, as if by a flash, her entire body glitched so badly that it sent an entire electric shock, shutting of power in the room as she’s left in the dark. The only light source was the green mist, and her glitching self. She finally retracted her arm, which is now spazzing out from the glitches and shocks while melting to a green mist, as she started to cover her mouth to restrain herself from vomiting.

Unfortunately, from her robotic body not taking the pressure too well, succumbed and made a mess on her desk, oily and the same colour as licorice.. But it’s not oil or licorice.. Coughing, and panting from the sudden vomit and pain she felt all over herself, fell to the ground into the thin layer of mist, that was once her victims. “I thought it would work.” The Beldam sighed, her voice now sounding glitchy and choppy. She was a bit startled, What happened to my voice? It sounds.. New. She pauses for a while, as if she’s in deep thought. Hm. Perhaps I went a bit too overboard.. The Beldam thought, realizing her thoughts were also glitchy. She sighs, noticing her body still shaking a bit from the severe amount of electrocutions and the glitching. She’ll have to be more careful next time, she doesn’t want to recreate another machine, she doesn’t have enough parts for it. She looks back at her hand, realizing the severe impact on what she did, and looks around the dark room, groaning. Great, now she has to get the power back on..

Hope you liked the story! Making a reference for Coraline, while redesigning Wybie and figuring out the designs for Ms. Spink and Forcible! Everything's coming together!! So excited!

[johnschneiderblog]

It's not old; it's retro

Clearly public sentiment is on the side of the 74-year-old G.E.

Readers of this blog seem united in their advice: Don't Junk it! Sell it on eBay! Use it as a beer cooler for the garage! Turn it into a planter! (just kidding on that one)

Well, as you can see, the little fridge is currently out in the cold, replaced by a more spacious model (see Thursday's blog). But it isn't necessarily doomed.

I've learned in recent days that the l950 fridge, which functions perfectly, isn't old - it's retro. In fact, daughter Caitlin, out in L.A. has staked a tentative claim. Partly because the little fridge is cool and partly out of sentimentality. She wants to keep it in the family.

To claim it is one thing; to transport it from northern Michigan to southern California is quite another. We'll see about that ...

[ardenssolis]

@pairidaezah inbox (inbox):

Puts a little braid in Ozy's hair, right in front of one of his ears, just so he can attach a little golden sun ornament to the end.

OZYMANDIAS HAD BEEN CURIOUS as to what it was Kaveh was up to, especially when there was no warning as to his intentions as he had reached out to braid his hair. However, rather than ask any particular questions, he merely watched and observed – curiosity growing with each passing second. They seemed so deep in thought as well, that he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt anyway, and so he sat as still as a frog on a lilypad, back straight, but gaze oh so inquisitive. As soon as Kaveh was finished, he lifted his hand, fingers gently caressing the small ornament that dangled upon the end with quiet amusement. ❝Does it match me?❞ he asked, a faint tease within his words to match the playful gleam of his eyes. ❝Perhaps if so, I might even make this new style a common occurrence. Of course…I would love to have your assistance with prepping for the day in that case. Your braid looks far better than any I could do.❞

[stone-cold-groove]

Give something nobody got last Christmas. General Electric radios ad - 1963.

[alter-koker]

[tap1rs]

ACTUALLY instead of making weird textposts that I feel are slightly cryptic due to me not having been here for like. a year. I'm gonna get up and properly journal til 1) I am tired 2) have a bit of a breakdown 3) hand hurt

[raviolirash]

she's so huge holy shit