#data mine

[hellodanny-hphm]

spoiler datamine

merula went to visit Jacob in chapter 56 because she felt bad that she was part of the ambush that damaged his eyesight, how sweet, how helpful, but I'm jealous, fuck yu JC

[snailkites]

Working on a dataset of roadkill reports. state agency personnel CANNOT spell

[juliendesclefs]

A question to Undertale dataminers

I could find that the damage calculation for the protagonist taking an an attack is the one in the picture...

But it could be replaced by

damage=round(atk+max((HP/10)-1 ; 0)-(Def/5))

because HP are never 100 or higher.

But in debug mode, you can set your HP to 999.

So, if we go by the formula in the picture, the HP mod is 8.

If we go for mine, the HP mod would be 98.A dramatic difference in damage.

My question is the following:

Do damage stay "mostly normal" (aka the HP mod stays 8) or go near 100 in debug mode (when you set your HP to 999)?

Thanks for your answers!

[If you are curious about why I ask, it's because I want to write a fanfic in Undertale where the battle mechanics are fully present like in the game, so, I'd like to use the true formulas for damage calculation with the characters I will use (who have far much more than 100 HP)]

[wolfleblack]

Hi-Fi Rush datamining reveals more evidence of a PS5 and Switch release

Over the past few weeks numerous rumours have circulated suggesting that Hi-Fi Rush, a Microsoft first-party title, might be coming to rival platforms PlayStation 5 and Switch. New evidence has appeared courtesy of a data miner from Tumblr claiming to have found platform specific t-shirt textures within the latest update for Hi-Fi Rush. The rumours first started when Nate the Hate referenced a…

[odinsblog]

The website says it will help the viewer register to vote. But once a user clicks “Register to Vote,” the experience he or she will have can be very different, depending on where they live.

If a user lives in a state that is not considered competitive in the presidential election, like California or Wyoming for example, they'll be prompted to enter their email addresses and ZIP code and then directed quickly to a voter registration page for their state, or back to the original sign-up section.

But for users who enter a ZIP code that indicates they live in a battleground state, like Pennsylvania or Georgia, the process is very different.

Rather than be directed to their state’s voter registration page, they instead are directed to a highly detailed personal information form, prompted to enter their address, cellphone number and age.

If they agree to submit all that, the system still does not steer them to a voter registration page. Instead, it shows them a “thank you” page.

So that person who wanted help registering to vote? In the end, they got no help at all registering. But they did hand over priceless personal data to a political operation.

Specifically, a political action committee created by Tesla

CEO Elon Musk, one aimed at giving the Republican presidential nominee Trump an advantage in his campaign against Vice President Kamala Harris, the de facto Democratic nominee.

“I have created a PAC, or a super PAC ... the America PAC,” Musk said in a recent interview.

(continue reading)

[dadbodbensisko-moved]

[esportschimpnews]

Counter-Strike 2 Files Reference Left 4 Dead 3

Credits: Disclosure/Valve A few days after the first tests of counter attack 2 have been launched, the game files have already been investigated and have revealed some curious facts. According to Reddit user PaPs3ss, Valve’s new game brings in its codes some references to Left 4 Dead 3Sequel to the famous zombie killing game. If the information is authentic, this could mean that the developer…

[julienbakerstreet]

Ranking Sherlock Holmes Adaptations by the Quality of Their Dressing Gowns

First, my qualifications: I'm a flamboyant fashion-forward femme who frequently wears dressing gowns.

Rubric: I am scoring based on color, pattern, textural intrigue, garment construction, and fit. In cases where there are multiple dressing gowns per adaptation, I picked my favorite one.

#12 The Seven-Percent Solution (1976)

I hate this one. It's so beige, and the corded details + drop waist ultimately make it look like a monk's tunic. The only redeeming value I can find in this is the slight angled detail with the cording on the sleeves.

#11 Mr. Holmes (2015)

Similar to the last robe with some slight improvements. For one, it has pockets! The pockets have a corded decorative applique, and if you zoom in on a higher-def image you can see that the fabric has an interesting textured weave. I could definitely see it styled well. This robe is ugly, too thin to keep him warm, and fits worse than a burlap sack, but this Holmes is retired and deserves to put comfort and practicality first.

#10 Granada (1984)

This dressing gown is BAD!!! Before you accuse me of being biased against mouse-colored dressing gowns (I am) let me assure you that color is not my only issue with this dressing gown. It commits the ultimate fashion sin- boring. The texture looks decidedly un-cozy. I even hate the construction! There's no belt, or even belt loops, and the pocket is sewn onto the outside of the gown! Nothing wrong with patch pockets per se, but on this robe it looks shabby. This is made all the more painful by the fact that Watson wears multiple colorful and well-textured dressing gowns in this show. I love Granada, but I can't excuse this.

#9 Cushing Holmes (1968)

I really wish I liked this dressing gown more, because I think that Cushing is one of the best-dressed Holmeses we've ever seen. But I simply cannot get behind this. I applaud the bold use of color and how on theme this gown is for The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, but the red cording and blue looks odd together. In other shots, you can see buttons, but I think a dressing gown should have a nice belt, and I think the buttons are just a bit too formal for what should be a comfortable piece. I love that this is a Holmes who's willing to take a fashion risk, but in this case it did not pay off. 

#8 Soviet Holmes (1979)

While this dressing gown is boring, the fabric looks nice and heavy, perfect for curling up cozily in front of the fire on a cold night. Contrary to the Granada plain brown dressing gown, this one has a belt and pockets sewn into the gown. There’s nothing interesting about this gown, but it isn't offensive.

#7 Ritchie Holmes (2009)

Agh! This dressing gown is in tatters! As befits action-hero Holmes, I suppose. It might deserve the lowest spot on the list for its condition, but looking beyond that, I really enjoy the colors and the paisley pattern. It reminds me of a nice Persian rug. The hints of blue set off the reds and oranges nicely, and at one point it must have been a very nice robe. I like that the state of the robe tells us something about the personality of the wearer, but points are deducted because the texture looks a tad rough and it's in an unbelievably rough state.

#6 Basil of Baker Street (1986)

Now we're getting to the good stuff! The magenta dressing gown is set off nicely by the black cuffs, collar, and belt. Extra points for styling it with a green cravat, and because it nearly matches Dr. Dawson's vest. Great character design, and it makes Basil look like a snazzy little rodent.

#5 Rathbone Holmes (1939)

It's harder to judge in black and white, but I really like this dressing gown! The fabric looks like a thick cotton velvet, and the cording gives it a lovely contrast. It's distinguished, but it still manages to look comfortable for smoking a pipe next to Watson.

#4 The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (1970)

Now this is nice! The velvet is very shiny, slightly green, and I love the quilted collar and pocket. However, upon further inspection, it's not quite a dressing gown, but more like a long smoking jacket, for which it loses points. Still, it's the closest he comes to wearing a dressing gown and perfect for this urbane and fashionable Holmes.

#3 Enola Holmes (2020)

Dare I say fabulous? I love the cerulean on this one! The fabric looks like a soft silk, which isn't exactly the warmest, but very comfortable. The pattern on the collar is very intricate as well. It's definitely not the dressing gown I would pick for a classic Holmes, but it suits this untraditional Holmes perfectly.

#2 William Gillette (1899)

For the man who popularized the deerstalker/Inverness combo, he can certainly rock a dressing gown. Definitely the most authentic on the list (this picture was taken in 1916), I love the quilted collar, pockets, and cuffs. The silky fabric and decorative pattern make for a very stylish sleuth. I particularly enjoy the shape of the pockets and cuffs. Points deducted for an awkward fit and the lack of a belt.

#1 Star Trek: The Next Generation (1988)

"But this isn't an adaptation, it's just an episode of Star Trek!" I don't care! It counts in my heart. And Data has my favorite Holmes dressing gown. Let's break it down. This looks like a velvet gown with a classically Victorian damask pattern. The velvet texture contrasts really well with the quilted silk collar. The twisted cord belt even has a tassel at the end! And to top it off, it's fully lined with bright red silk. It looks comfortable for lounging in, the fabric has a nice heft without being stiff, and the aesthetic is perfect. This is, to me, the ultimate Holmes dressing gown.

Let me know which ones I missed and what your favorite dressing gowns are!

[macleod]

[noetic-noesis-noein]

In Another Life | Previous |

Summary: Juggling both college and superhero antics gets to be a handful, but at least the Golden Coast Guardians are always there for her.

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    The day passed and her nightly endeavors led to creeping out of the sorority house through her bedroom window. Assured that all lights in the nearby vicinity were off, she pressed a black domino mask to her face, smoothing it out over her cheeks and eyebrows. Holding onto the window by its sill, Arden pushed off from the house and took flight, quietly joining the clouds at mach speed.      Skirt fluttering in the wind, her outfit was almost a perfect copy of her cheering uniform with long sleeves and different colors. Muted blues and greys colored her apart from the sky. Fortunately, covering twenty-five miles by flight would only take about ten minutes. 

    The Golden Coast Guardians set their headquarters practically in view for anyone to see in San Pablo Bay, just a few miles off coast. Fortunately, most of the Guardians either had the ability to walk on water, fly, or know the underground entrance. A modest grey building, stone and windows glowed in the evening sunset. Small LED lights dotted important areas of the building, including floor levels and the roof for the helipad.     Touching down to the giant ‘H’, Arden rushed to the roof access door, zipping down the stairs. Granted, the hero arrived perfectly on time, but it didn’t keep her internal clock from ringing about her self-imposed tardiness.      Flying and stumbling down to her feet with a few missteps, “I’m here!” she yelled, into the bright, marbled room.      “Babe, chill,” Magnitude smirked, sitting on the crescent shaped couch in the conversation pit. Her green eyes hadn’t left the large monitor screen, more than a hundred feet by a hundred feet. With a heart-shaped face and muscular build, power radiated from her in a way that Arden could only describe as, ‘fuck around and find out’. Shoulder length sandy blonde hair kept back by a tan sweatband, it matched her Super Suit, looking like every form of padding from football and hockey combined onto spandex.      Every cubed section of the monitor had a different reading or system up for it, Data Mine hooked in. His silver suit had lines running down the seams of it that glowed when he used his powers, along with his eyes, hidden behind an infinity visor.     While his body sat being a perfect mannequin, his digital persona appeared in the bottom corner, a pair of over expressive eyes. “Seriously, you’re five seconds early, that’s practically forever,” the eyes rolled.      “Maybe in like, the digital world Data, but some of us are actually from reality.”     “Maggie, virtual reality still counts as reality you realize. Should I read your browsing history to the rest of them?”     “As if I of all people have anything to lose.”     Shoulders dropping, Arden sighed. Floating to join her friend on the couch, she tucked a lock of ivory hair behind her ear. “Ugh.”     “Poor Clementine, what’s the matter this time? Failing a class?”     “Data, I swear to Christ if you pull up my grades I’m going to kick you in the real-world nuts.”      Eyes doubled in size, brows raising. “Good God. The two of you have been spending way too much time together.”      Arms crossed with satisfaction, Magnitude rolled her head onto her shoulder to grin at Arden. “I’ve only taught her the best.”     Mimicking, Arden crossed her arms and grinned back.      Eyes rolling, Data continued scanning. “I remember when Clement was a pleasant person.”     “I am!” she huffed.      “Oh my God Data, fucking lay off. It’s hard to still be the youngest and in college.” With her nails, Magnitude scraped dirt out from between bits of her costume.      “Oh trust me. I remember.”     “Is this before or after you got caught hacking everything to only have girls in your classes with you?”     “Hey, if Bill Gates can do it, why can’t I?”     “Where’s Artie?” Arden asked, piping up.      Magnitude looked around, producing a pop of her brow. “Good question. Last time I saw him, him and Bear were going to the sparring room, but that was hours ago.”     “It’s everybody today, right?”     “Uhh,” Data started, pulling up a list of the Guardians center screen. “Let’s see, you two, me, Ursa, R.T., Surge, Arc, Oscillis- he’s out, got a wedding or some shit, and- I think that’s everybody, honestly. I don’t think I’m missing anyone.”      “It was supposed to be everybody today,” Maggie groaned. “At least with this whole Xerek bullshit.”      Arden frowned.       “Nothing we haven’t faced before, and nothing we can’t handle now,” Riptide hummed, wet steps sloshing towards Data.      “Speak for self. I, am not too sure,” Ursa huffed plopping down next to Arden, making the seat cushions pop her and Maggie into the air a bit.       "Privyet!" Arden grinned, gently floating herself down to the cushion.       "Ahh, privyet," Ursa Major hummed, a smile pulling his dense beard up. Crossing his thick, muscular arms, Arden was sure that it would take two of her heads combined to even equate to any circumference for his biceps. From the deep countryside of Russia, the seven-and-a-half-foot tall man escaped during the Cold War, after being tested on. Survivalist and super soldier, the drugs gave him his hulking form and his otherworldly abilities. He found peace deep in Washington’s forests as a ranger, protecting the pines before Riptide and Surge offered him a place among the Guardians.       Adjusting his bear skins, a brown eye traced over to Arden. “Are you studying my mother tongue?”      “Just this semester, but I might keep on with it next semester as well. I needed a language and figured it might be a good idea to learn something that I’d use a lot.”       Smiling further, the scars above his right eye wrinkled. “Ya blagodaryu tebya, I thank you.”      “I can like, understand it a bit better than writing it.”      “Cyrillic is, a bit tricky at first. I will help.”      “Spasiba. I’ll need all the help I can get.”      Why did it always feel like every time she showed up for meetings, their conversations turned towards her schooling? The running theory Arden had at the moment was that it was a singular thread they all had in common: everyone had been to school at some point, even Bear before his time with the Soviet Union.       Riptide pulled the deep blue hood of his wetsuit down off of his head, brown hair dripping into short spikes. Pulling his goggles down around his neck, his attention turned toward the monitor as well. Bigger brother to Surge, they pushed and pulled at each other like the moon and the ocean, nipping at each other as brothers do, but loathed being apart. Supposedly it was a twin thing, but considering they were fraternal, it’d be hard to tell at first glance. Two for the price of one, they both had water-related powers.      “Who we missing?” Artie started, a hand running up and back to try to keep the dripping hair out of his eyes.      “Uhh,” Data started pulling up the previous list. “Let’s see, so far just Arc, Surge, and Oscillis-”     “Is at a wedding,” Maggie, Artie, and Arden finished.      “So that leaves my brother and Arc.”     “Fashionably late as always,” Data chuckled, pulling up internal security cameras. They were standing in the breakroom, pouring a fresh pot of coffee.      “At least they’re in the building this time,” Riptide grumbled rubbing at his temples. “Call ‘em in and let’s get started, shall we? Data, you wanna join us in the real world?”     “Do I want to? No. Will I? Just for you Artie,” he cooed. In a flash, his body moved again, hand lifting his visor up and standing next to their leader. Thin, Data looked like a beanpole next to Riptide, even if he was a few inches taller. The running joke was that Data and Arden could swap uniforms and they’d fit perfectly.       Leaning his hand onto the control panel, blue eyes glowed silver as he spoke, voice carrying over the loudspeaker. “If Arc and Surge could make their way to the conversation pit that would be great. Thank you-”      Maggie scoffed, leaning in to whisper to Arden. “Could he be any more dramatic?”      “I mean, wouldn’t you?”      Sitting back, she nodded a grin. “Yeah probably.”      “You’re so bad today.”      Maggie shrugged. “I’m bored. Things have been so boring as of late.”      “Well if you have such a free schedule, then maybe you’d like to patrol the southeast quarter tonight, hm?” Artie interjected, crossing his arms and popping a brow.      “Suddenly, I’m needed elsewhere.”      “Yeah okay. Anyway.”      Walking in from the left corridor, Arc and Surge were laughing, holding steaming cups of coffee. In the real world, they worked together often, as a plumber and an electrician respectively. Arc Wave often joked that he never left work when he would go on patrol. His Super Suit consisted of his work clothes that were free of any of business logos and a mask slapped on.       Crossing his arms, “Let’s get coffee after the briefing next time, okay?” Artie hummed.      “Oh, relax.” Reaching a hand out, Surge’s fingers flicked a few beads of water from his brother’s chest into said leader’s face. “We’re here, aren’t we? Doesn’t even look like we’re really all that late, honestly.” Pointing at Arden, “Clementine is even on time, so are we even really late?”      “Oh my God,” she groaned, eyes rolling. As the brothers bickered back and forth, her mind drifted to bright red hair. And how he made her feel. Hands rubbed at the back of her arms, thinking of their kiss. Without realizing, white locks had lifted off her shoulders.       “Earth to Clement,” Maggie groaned, running her hands down her scalp, trying to get her own hair to behave.       “Oh! Sorry. I’m just like, a bit distracted,” she hushed, their collective manes dropping.       “More than usual. What, is it a boy?”      Rolling her lips inward, she really sucked at keeping secrets.       “Oh now you’ve got to tell me,” Maggie ribbed, flopping a hand over.       “What do you want me to tell you? We made out, he asked me out, and we’re going on a date Thursday night.”      Taking Arden’s wrist, she lifted her arm into the air. “Artie, Artie! Clementine can’t go on patrol on Thursday because she has a date!”      “Oh Jesus Christ.” Hand to her face, it was a feeble attempt to hide the red growing.       Flabbergasted, Riptide looked at the girls, mouth opening and shutting several times as he tried to think of anything to say. While the most put-together person of the team, his collected façade cracked slightly. With a small, amused smile, it broke into a chuckle. “Well, alright. We’ll meet in the middle after the briefing.”      Squealing, Magnitude pulled Arden against her in a tight hug. “You’re finally not going to die alone!”      “I mean like, I didn’t plan on it?” Pushing back, she had to giggle as well.       “Do you know what you’re wearing?”      The ever-famed question of asking her what she was wearing. It was enough to get Data to lift his brow at her. Considering the man lived chronically online, his analysis of microtrends were invaluable to the budding seamstress.       “I thought of doing something classy, think like,” rolling her palm over, aqua glow condensed into a sapphire form, “little black dress, but Princess Diana.” Off the shoulder form-fitting gown, it resembled a Barbie doll, but with Arden’s proportions and her Farrah Fawcett hair.       Jumping in, “The revenge dress? Didn’t you just meet this guy?” Data asked, a little too invested.       “It’s like you don’t even pay attention,” Maggie groaned. “She’s a man-eater, didn’t you know?”      “God in like, what world? I’m so bad at recognizing when someone likes me so-” Hell, her face felt warm. “I don’t know! I just want to make a good impression.”      “Don’t hold back when striking the heart for the kill.”       All eyes turned to Bear, who had been sitting in silence, arms crossed. Considering it was standard operating procedure for him to be in his own world during the pre-meeting of the meeting, rarely did he have an opinion on anything. Especially romantic affairs.      Pushing Artie to the side slightly, Data’s long strides put him at the ledge of the conversation pit, sitting down. “Okay now this I need to hear.”     “Do it.” Both bouldered shoulders shrugged. “Last time man entered Clementine’s life, he bored her. No chase. No life. Borscht had more personality.” A thick digit pointed at Data. “Man of perfect mind, am I wrong?”     Arden could never tell if Data’s powers ended at his picture-perfect memory, or started at the billions of hard drives he kept on him, woven into the fibers of his Suit.     Mouth ajar, it shut as he caught a puff of air in his mouth. “He’s right.”    Grinning from ear to ear, Maggie started shaking Arden. “I. Need. To. Meet. Him.”    Defeated, letting her head rock back and forth while being shook, “Can I just text you a picture or like, something-”    “We could just hack his webcam-”    “Data,” the blondes groaned.     Hands up, “Look, there’s no need to be farting around like this when we could easily be-”    Reaching a hand out, “No, Data,” Maggie hummed. “We’ll do this the right way. Who knows. Maybe she’ll bring him around here or something.”    “Yeah okay,” Arden hummed, hair off of her shoulders. “Literally no one at school knows I’m a superhero, I don’t think I want to just like, start announcing it. I mean, what if I tell him, and then he starts telling his frat brothers-”     “Frat boy, got it,” Data nodded. "So our standards are nonexistent?"     Ignoring him, “What’s he like?” Maggie’s fingers started digging in a bit, foaming at the mouth.      “So bad.” Biting her lip, toes curled in her boots.      “Holy. Shit.”     Clapping his hands, Riptide tried to pull attention back to him. “Alright folks, let’s get to it before the next century, shall we?”     Groans happened all over, slowly settling into familiar seats and spots. Not that any of the spots were assigned, but if the girls didn’t sit next to each other, they would text the whole time. Ursa needed to be on the end because if he sat in the middle, no one could see over him. Arc and Surge would cause more ruckus than normal because they, like the girls, would be not only texting each other from across the crescent couch, but video-calling. Oscillis, when present, sat between the girls and aforementioned blue-collar boys. Riptide and Data typically stood, having some sort of presentation while herding all the cats.       “Data?”      “Yup.” Hand to the control panel, eyes glowed. Room lights dimmed and the screen became the focal point.       “Okay folks,” Riptide clapped, rubbing hands over each other, “here’s what we know. Local banks and finer establishments have been noticing an upsurge in small robots being discovered in odd locales.” Pictures of banks, jewelry, and pawn shops flashed by, similar rectangular robots being in each photo. About the size of a television remote, four legs split out from the center with a sizable camera lens on the front. “The odd thing being that this isn’t your typical, ‘go for gold’ situation. Second hand stores, thrift stores, and pawn shops have all had these little critters pop up. Next.” The next set of slides showed closer scans of the robots either as one complete brick or in pieces, depending on how the owner found them.       “Data here was able to get into their rudimentary coding and,” he turned to Data.      “Basically, there’s a source. These little bastards all had to come from somewhere and considering no one was caught on camera anywhere suggests they were remotely operated. Best we got is a warehouse about three miles due south from here, but who knows what’s left.” Pulling his hand off the panel, his mouth shifted to the side. “Strangely, I haven’t been able to get into their systems yet. Either they knew that I could, or they’re all offline and dead now.” Throwing fingers up into the air, he tepidly hummed, “Not that an offline piece of machinery is really going to stop me but-”      “But it means we have our next stepping stone to try to catch up to him, and stop him. We have the name Xerek, but it’s anyone’s guess if that’s his alias, his boss’s alias or, whatever.”      “How do you know it’s a guy?” Maggie interrupted, cavalier grin on her face.      “Okay, her alias. Does it matter?”      “No.”      Arden snorted a chuckle, earning a glare-down from Riptide.       “Anyway. Saturday night, don’t have plans. We’re all going to check it out in person. Theoretically Oscillis should be here as well, so.” He spun a finger around in a small circle, both as a visual pun of the last Super’s powers, and his enthusiasm to adding the last Stooge to the squad.       “Do you think he caught the garter?” Arc asked behind a sip of his coffee.       “If he did he wouldn’t tell us. He’d still be smelling it,” Surge whispered back.      Barking a laugh, another glare from their leader was sent to Arc Wave. The electrician pointed at Surge. “Hey I didn’t say shit this time.”      Drinking his coffee, a weak hand raised for Surge’s defense. “Guilty.”      “You two are going to have the graveyard shift if you keep it up.”      “I’m at the plant in the mornings, don’t do that Artie,” Arc whined.      “Look, I don’t want to, but this is important. We’ve got some lunatic on the run sizing up all of these places for Lord knows what. This is a threat of national security.”       Often when Artie brought up the importance of ‘national security’ and the ‘citizens of a free democratic republic’ Arden imagined an American flag flapping behind him. Call Artie whatever you wanted, he had a rock solid foundation of protecting the people of their great nation. Though, there had been brief mentions of connecting with other Supers from around the globe and creating an underground link between all of them. Considering there were people who could cross all the oceans in the blink of an eye, it would only improve the fight towards world peace. The opposition offered thoughts of power scaling, that should the heroes put up larger walls, bigger weapons would break them down until the world and its people suffered as the entry fee in their moral game of chess.       Azure eyes glanced Bear out of the corner of their corners. Quiet and reserved, he rarely had anything to say. Instead, he observed; taking note and inventory of how they bickered and if it was as siblings or as opponents. Riptide was their unmistakable leader, but Ursa dealt in peace. Strangely, he reminded her of her father and on several occasions she spoke the notion aloud. Michael Harris had only stern, earthen words against one Janet Harris’ insistence of the age of Aquarius and the importance of keeping her aura clean. Instead of creating an awkward tension, a hum from his chest emanated. In his choice-pick English, Ursa Major took the complemented honor in full-stride, offering his wisdom from the many years he stalked the earth in the lands of man and animal alike, but only should she seek his counsel.       Floating up out of her seat ever so slightly, Arden got at eye level with him. “You’ve got something on your mind.”      “Da. Something, off.”      “Any ideas?”      He shook his head. “I need to consult my books.”      “Hm.” Plopping back down into her seat, brows ticked down in thought. Thankful for not being the ‘idea guy’, it gave her room to run the information around in her own brain.       “And that’s about it. Any questions?” Artie asked, surveying the room. “I’ll even take comments and concerns.”      Surge raised his hand.      Begrudgingly, “Yes?”      “Break room’s outta coffee.”

[hellodanny-hphm]

Spoiler datamine

I was rereading the datamine here and anyway, I'm glad that Merula had a redemption ❤️, but I found this redemption very superficial and poorly written, as if something or a lot was missing.

There wasn't a chapter that better clarified how Merula saw Khanna's Circle as her family, in fact, it doesn't seem to make much sense. MC (JC's MC) yes, it's more understandable that Merula sees him as family, because he welcomed her many times, but the rest of the Circle, well, I think Merula cares about the Circle (she already showed concern about some members, Charlie in the Dragon's Treasure SQ, Ismelda, Ben, when he was going to be killed by Rakepick, Penny/Barnaby/Tallbott, in chapter 52, even if she's rude to the members sometimes), but it has never been so worked in fact.

Why she have this reflection now and not before? What about the people who kicked Merula out of the Circle? Does Merula consider them family too? Maybe she considers those who voted for she stay, well, weird.

Anyway, JC doing what he knows how to do best. And yet another proof that JC doesn't like Merula, she just uses her fame. If JC liked her, it would give to worthy character development.

I also think there was a lack of a general apology from Merula to the entire Circle in this redemption. The absence of this request only reinforces that she would continue proud.

And Verucca had a very simple end. I think it's amazing that Merula disarmed her, but I think this scene deserved a more epic battle between Verucca and Merula or Verucca and Peregrine, MC. Verucca is a metamorphmagus, has been publicized all along as a dangerous witch. They gave a simple ending to what seemed like a great villain. She was arrested and that's it.

Peregrine is released and will return.

Again, let's see what the animations will look like.

[butch-reidentified]

Women are kicking ass compared to men

in emotional intelligence (shocking lol)

academically, in higher education (especially in STEM) - and contrary to popular belief, this has been true and isn't new! the "crisis" of boys' educations is bullshit

in business, especially management

as entrepreneurs

as investors

as CEOs (especially of hedge funds which is really cool imho)

in leadership skills in general

as doctors (japan bonus) - “We estimate that approximately 32,000 fewer patients would die if male physicians could achieve the same outcomes as female physicians every year." and as surgeons

at driving. and parking. and navigating while driving. oh - and this is in spite of the fact that feeling stereotyped as a bad driver actually makes women worse drivers. still better than men.

feel free to send me more! I just came across these ones incidentally while making the previous post 🥰

[wack-ashimself]

I think they are using our computers not only <OBVIOUSLY> as data mines, but even worse....

with the access they have thru governments AND producers....

our technologies big and small,

are their servers.

We're not only giving them personal data, but real time time, resources, electricity, etc. AT OUR DIME! To speed up their crimes against humanity. Kinda like how taxes pay for bombs, but this time, on ourselves. We are paying to bomb ourselves!!!!!! <I know, tech been done.....more than once before. How about we fucking learn this time?>

[hussyknee]

I do not have the words to articulate my level of rage about this. We need to start killing and eating tech bros.

[odinsblog]

🗣️ This is for all new internet connected cars

A new study has found that your car likely knows more about you than your mom. That is disconcerting, but what’s even more so is what is being done with your information. It’s all about the Benjamins. Our private information is being collected and sold.

The Mozilla Foundation, a non-profit that studies internet and privacy issues, studied 25 car manufacturers. And it found every manufacturer sold in America poses a greater risk to your privacy than any device, app or social media platform.

Our cars are rolling computers, many of which are connected to the internet collecting information about how you drive and where. New cars also have microphones and sensors that give you safety features like automatic braking and drowsy driver detection. Those systems are also providing information. Got GPS or satellite radio? Then your car likely knows your habits, musical and political preferences.

Did you download your car’s app which gives you access to even more features? Well that also gives your car access to your phone and all the information on it.

The study found that of the 25 car brands, 84% say they sell your personal data.

And what they collect is astounding.

One example the study sites is KIA’s privacy policy. It indicates the company collects information about your sexual activity. I initially didn’t believe it until I pulled KIA’s privacy policy and read it. And it’s right there in black and white. It says it collects information about your “ethnicity, religious, philosophical beliefs, sexual orientation, sex life, or political opinions.

And it says it can keep your info for “as long as is necessary for the legitimate business purpose set out in this privacy notice.”

Translation: Nissan can keep your information as long as they want to. And more than half of the manufacturers (56%) say they will share your information with law enforcement if asked.

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