#React Profiler

[zaions]

Optimizing React Performance with the Profiler API

[fondfamilies]

i actually kinda love how rossi meets & clearly sees this rambling fanboy reid, who adores his work & has a missing spot where he'd love another old man to father figure for him & direct him, & instead rossi's (bemused, but) patient with him (more patient than the rest of the team) and keeps some emotional distance while respecting right away that he's a genius & calling him doctor. he's nice (quicker than he's nice to the rest of the team early on) to reid while making it clear he's not going to step into that father figure role

[senseioftheseidiots]

So Wu, any fond memories of your father? Must've been a lot of pressure for you and your brother, growing up as the children of the First Spinjitzu Master

[slowmotionmovesme]

[stepfordgoth]

Oh okay I just went down a weird rabbit hole...... Got curious about "why DID lil Wayne wear socks in the jacuzzi???" so I googled it because, idk, maybe there's a legitimate reason. Other than his hooves, you know? And most of the results were just reposts of the original but then I saw this:

And it piqued my interest a bit. So I clicked it....

Uh, no, I don't think I will be creating an account to read the rest of that. Thanks.

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)

[m0e-ru]

I think for me the allure in base releases in persona games is how it feels cloudy and there's still mystery involved regarding how one should go about the concepts and characters introduced in the story. as inconvenient as it is, it's fun to scour different media release after, or even before, that release, to see how they tried to present these concepts and characters, how they actually came out to be, and how they decide to shape them henceforth, adding on to what was already introduced and simply building on it, or topping on details that probably weren't obvious in the initial release, or something they wanted to be more prominent to evoke a more specific image of those ideas.

it's fun to look at famitsu magazines and decipher what those game teasers were all about. it's exciting to read through novels or listen to drama tracks to look a new perspectives of the same story, or even look beyond it. the art book gets released and youre looking through creator comments and concept art and deciding whether to agree to these ideas and decisions or not

but when the re-releases came, golden and royal for me, the whole charm of the game was wiped away and just became too... saturated. the eerieness of bright eye searing yellow wasn't eerie anymore, it just look more mellow and hopeful. from fog and static, theres sub and glitter. which is I guess what they were pretty much going for, when they decided to try out a new technique to draw an audience in. the red and white and black gave a monochrome outlook to the player's worldview, and the flashy and chaotic elements of the ui and other game design made it feel like you were breaking out of the off camera elements that felt too limiting, too controlling and tame, yet dark. now, the flashiness felt like too much sugar in a dessert meant to be a bit more bittersweet. there's a new meaning of rebellion vs control considering how yal's prominence in the plot was completely overshadowed with what az had going on.

I guess what in trying to say in the end is that both the base releases and re-releases have their own charm and can be enjoyed in different ways and through different perspectives. it just makes me a little sad to see how these concepts and characters shrouded with mystery and aching to be uncovered, which is what intrigued me in the first place, were just... stripped naked entirely. you look under the sheets torn off by the people that wanted more people to look at these creations and you see that it wasn't even the same thing underneath. it feels like they stuffed all the things people could like than retaining what these things had that people already like, it's just that they didn't realize they liked it in the first place. their insides were mangled and now their outsides were prettied up as well. all this mystery and intrigue I once found were just blank spaces filled in by someone else rather than the audience themselves

yosuke's closeted nature, kanji's relationship with his own orientation, naoto's own identity and representation. even chie's tomboyism and teddie's malleable inhuman body. and even outside of that, there's adachi, another label slapped on him and exaggerated only the traits that would make him more marketable to an active market that wants to be spoonfed to fill their egos and say they're right. and I sit here looking over all that had happened to realize these writers are not as sincere as they could seem. it's a big project after all, and there's too many people looking over your shoulder.

and the nature of fandom itself, I suppose. if there's mystery and intrigue pressured by audience reaction profit, then then fog shrouding them would dissipate and theres no fun looking through the unknown anymore

[lizasweetling]

it's strange that they can do things like converse and eat shortbread if thier perception of time says hundreds of years is not that long.

or perhaps it's a matter of perspective? Priorities? the things that happened aren't important to them so they don't care?

[askmisfitsneasels]

modernJenny hugs the sneasels in a surprise hug. A extremely large Beedrill standing by in case one tries to attack.

"Aw! you are all so cute!"

Acatc backs away from the child and her Pokémon with her shields raised and ears pinned back. “Just a human kit,” she muttered.

“A human kit means adults are likley around,” Albitr whispered from where he hovered over her shoulder, still invisible.

“Get the others. Tell them we’re moving.” She says to Albitr before speaking to the beedrill. “We mean your human no harm but I will defend my troop against any threats that may be brought by her presence. Take her away and do not tell of us.”

Meanwhile Albitr had made it to the small clearing where the others had gathered to rest.

Thistle was the first to notice Albitr, skidding to a stop. They stepped to the side dodging Target before making their way to the honedge fusion. “Why are you back? Didn’t you just leave to get Ambs?”

“A human kit has discovered us. We will be moving again shortly. Spread word and gather what we need.”

“Frickin again?! We just got here!” Thistle snarled before stomping away to prepare.

All sneasles are open for questions!

[lost-my-dragon]

Hi :)))

Sky is pretty :)

sky is very pretty

[tapeworm-loser]

Growing up, Joan of Ark was always my favourite saint. Which, now makes a lot of sense

[rumbleonthemill]

look guys. If someone comes to my profile to see my images and reblogs - nice. But if someone supports callout posts like this person’s, while playing nice towards me, then it is NOT nice. i don’t care about your fucking childish ship wars or your other ships, or your opinions on “bruhuhuuu toxic shippiiiiiing and relationshiiiips” I literally don’t give a fuck, keep it to yourself. Or go whine to your toxic friends, who have no life and endlessly cry about something they dislike in the fandom. I barely write to anyone (even friends) and I never abused any user. (Person above accuses me for that.) I’m too fucking done with my fucking life to even communicate normally. Why would I hurt anyone?! When I literally encourage people to block me if they dislike my art!?!!!!!

people dare to call me out?! while mentally abusing me, I still get random ass threats, for what?! Making fictional stories?! and then the very same person comes to my other profile and asks if we can be buddies. No bitch. I’m blocking you and all your supporters. I’m done with this. Your only luck is that I just deleted your fucking two faced message from my inbox before seeing this toxic ass post, where you accuse me for some bullshit.

it’s been two years and people call me out for shit I don’t even know about. What will you all do after I k#ll myself? Come to my grave and kick it?! Holy fuck. How, how did this fucking community end up here.

dont come to me, if you support these harassers. I scroll past everyone’s post I may dislike, but these? Delta people? Who the fuck do they think they are?! Go and touch grass. mind your own fucking business.

[delta-piscium]

the actual spookiness of the seasonal url changes is being so lost and confused about who all these people are, desperately checking blogs and trying to piece it all together, and then when i finally get used to the new ones in two months they’ll change back

anyways, love the new urls whoever you all are <3

[cloutchaserkineme]

fail, girl!

5:49 p.m. Friday, on a straw mat, with peel-off lipstick on

When we were in a journalism competition, a newspaper columnist came and held a small workshop for us small budding high school students. She was one of those old-Martial Law era types, the ones who got the grit and experience necessary to survive being a journalist here in the Philippines, a dragon with callused wings swanning into a place full of ickle baby lizards with fresh bits of slick membrane still clinging to our scaly lids.

She asked who among those of us competing for the copyreading category in the room wanted to become a journalist. I was the only one who tentatively raised a hand.

She was confused, and a bit disappointed that none of these little reptiles who managed to clear the first two rounds of the competitions wanted to pursue fact-checking and editing and newswriting in totality. I thought she was just reacting as an animal bred for her field- her life was words, and she couldn't fathom anyone else trying so hard to succeed in a field they weren't going to nurture and continue in any way.

At least, that's what I thought she thought then. Now I know she was probably just confused. No other deeper meaning to it.

Like I am right now. I have not been a law student in two to three weeks, just simply going to events and covering them and interviewing clients and transcribing quotes and attempting and failing to write the articles I need to write from them.

I feel impotent and stupid and just plain useless. Those kids who didn't raise their hands... they were smart. They were onto something. They knew that this wasn't a field to pursue if you wanted to be successful in the long term. These smart kids, achievers and top ten placers in their school with their latinate appellations a soft launch for their three-to-four letter profession markers in their certificates.

They were just there because the journalism competition held a lot of points in class and school rankings, not because asking people and getting answers and writing those down and spreading them out was fun and nice to do. They were smart, playing the game like that. I just played with whatever they gave me and never thought to do anything that required higher thinking skills with it.

They gave me a pencil, then a pen, pointed me to people and events and ideas- and I wrote. I didn't think anything beyond that.

Now I type, heavily and with such excess. I don't like what I type, and I think I hate typing...even writing this update is very tiring for me. I don't like it anymore. I don't like the updates getting from my bosses and coworkers, I don't like being jealous and envious of my coworkers having their ducks in their row and effortlessly slaying this industry I thought I was a good fit for. I don't like working for people who use money to do fucking shit in my place, I don't like platforming [type of company redacted for anonymity purposes] on our articles, and I fucking hate talking to people in a large crowd.

A few days ago I met a journalist who never asked questions (fully online desk reporter, though she worked in local print media like I did) and was more anxious than me and I felt a kinship with her and she was nice. Until I saw a friend of mine during the same event, and she congratulated me for getting into law school, and that my cousin from my father's side who failed the bar exam thrice but was married to an attorney he met in law school was surprised that I was still there and why I haven't quit the silly little news writing thing I was doing. And this journalist congratulated me for doing such a good job. I felt like a fraud, like I have inadvertently put her under the same illusion I somehow cast over everyone else- the spell of "oooh look at her she is a competent person who has her ducks in a row".

She has expectations of me that I don't know how to meet!

And I was stressed but I wasn't as stressed as my friends who were also working in offices with solid hours and good career prospects and great work-life-school balance and they had three midterm exams back-to-back.

You know what I did with those same hours? Nothing. Just daydreaming and sleeping thinking about fictional characters being loved and nothing else and I have put off so much. The gig I took, the articles I am three to four days late in passing, the fucking law school!

Killing myself isn't even going to cut it anymore, the phrase has been slicing over so many thoughts in my head for nine months now that the edge of it has dulled and it can't pierce through the brain fog right now.

I want to have my cake and eat it too, like the greedy Jupiter-Venus person that I am (but the Mercury-ruled detriment of both these planets is literally knowing that this isn't practical or realistic or rooted in explainable and measurable actions). So yeah... we go fucking on? I don't know. I don't have much faith in myself any more.

Do I learn how to say no? Or how to stop saying yes?

(30) 6:34 p.m.

[xenonmoon]

He just wanted to chill a bit under the sun

[stressfulsloth]

Hey can we please check the sources for shit that we're posting and sharing please? Because earnestly sharing clickbaity misinfo from a cryptofascist is. Not good. And it really really concerns me when I see it come up on my dash