#i just had a hard time finding references

[laegolas]

Hi! I work in social science research, and wanted to offer a little bit of nuance into the notes of this post. A lot of people seem to be referring to LLMs like ChatGPT/Claude/Deepseek as purely ‘generative AI’ and used to ‘fix’ problems that don’t actually exist and while that is 99% true (hell in my field we’re extremely critical of the use of generative AI in the general public and how it is used), immediately demonizing LLMs as useless overlooks how great of a research tool it is for fields outside of STEM.

Tl;dr for below the cut: even ‘generative AI’ like ChatGPT can be used as an analytical tool in research. In fact, that’s one of the things it’s actually built for.

In social sciences and humanities we deal with a lot of rich qualitative data. It’s great! We capture some really specific and complex phenomena! But there is a drawback to this: it’s bloody hard to get through large amounts of this data.

Imagine you had just spent 12 months studying a particular group or community in the workplace, and as part of that you interviewed different members to gain better insight into the activities/behaviours/norms etc. By the end of this fieldwork stint you have over 20 hours worth of interviews, which transcribed is a metric fuckton of written data (and that’s not even mentioning the field notes or observational data you may have accrued)

The traditional way of handling this was to spend hours and hours and days and days pouring over the data with human eyes, develop a coding scheme, apply codes to sections by hand using programs like Atlas.ti or Nvivo (think Advanced Digital Highlighters), and then generate a new (or validate an existing) theory about People In The Place. This process of ‘coding’ takes a really long fucking time, and a lot of researchers if they have the money outsource it to poor grad students and research assistants to do it for them.

We developed computational methods to handle this somewhat (using natural language processing libraries like NLTK) but these analyse the data on a word-to-word level, which creates limitations in what kind of coding you can apply, and how it can be applied reliably (if at all). NLP like NLTK could recognize a word as a verb, adjective, or nouns, and even identify how ‘related’ words could be to one another (e.g ‘tree’ is more closely related to ‘park’ than it is to ‘concrete’). They couldn’t keep track of a broader context, however. They’re good for telling you whether something is positive or negative in tone (in what we call sentiment analysis) but bad for bad for telling you a phrase might be important when you relate it back to the place or person or circumstance.

LLMs completely change the game in that regard. They’re literally the next step of these Natural Language Processing programs we’ve been using for years, but are much much better at the context level. You can use it to contextualise not just a word, but a whole sentence or phrase against a specific background. This is really helpful when you’re doing what we call deductive coding - when you have a list of codes that relate to a rule or framework or definition that you’re applying to the data. Advanced LLMs like ChatGPT analysis mode can produce a level of reliability that matches human reliability for deductive coding, especially when given adequate context and examples.

But the even crazier thing? It can do inductive coding. Inductive coding is where the codes emerge from the data itself, not from an existing theory or framework. Now this definitely comes with limitations - it’s still the job of the researcher to pull these codes into a coherent and applicable finding, and of course the codes themselves are limited by the biases within the model (so not great for anything that deals with ‘sensitive issues’ or intersectionality).

Some fields like those in metacognition have stacks of historical data from things like protocol studies (people think aloud while doing a task) that were conducted to test individual theories and frameworks, but have never been revisited because the sheer amount of time it would take to hand code them makes the task economically and physically impossible. But now? Researchers are already doing in minutes which historically took them months or years, and the insights they’re gaining are applicable to broader and broader contexts.

People are still doing the necessary work of synthesizing the info that LLMs provide, but now (written) qual data is much more accessibly handled in large amounts - something that qualitative researchers have been trying to achieve for decades.

Midjourney and other generative image programs can still get fucked though.

[beefy-the-stronk]

THE GANG'S ALL HERE LETS GOOOOOO

Finally colored them all 😭 Like I said before, feel free to take any inspo or reference I don't own these chucklenuts

Alrighty design explanation/hc time:

[Edit:] I added an extension cus I forgot to earlier aaa, don't want this huge wall of text to be unchecked

Sam:

- He's partial heterochromatic

- I hc him as mid 30's so he's got some Grey's

- Chubby, but decently built arms

Joel:

- Shirt is ripped because of mouth, i noticed this in his sprite and other people's observations

- gave his shirt stripes cus I wanted him and Sophie to have more distinction in their warthdrobe

Sophie:

- butterfly etching on her pants

- She is missing a tooth, makes sense with her age and rowdyness. Also has a bandaid on top of that.

- she has a big overlayer shirt cus again, helps distinguish her

Dan:

- Fingerless gloves, he's cold but he needs his fingers free to record or play games😩

- he has NO hair anywhere, maybe even has Alopecia

- Wear's a sick denim vest hell yeah

Hellen:

- TALL and also very build like a heavyweight champion (so muscular and a bit of pudge)

- also greying, I personally think hc her as 40

- I am obsessed with how everyone gives her coveralls, so I'm including them. Tho, she mostly wears them during excursions. At the apartment, she takes it off and wears her normal turtleneck and sweats

Xaria:

- she has a nasty scowl and sharp teeth, basically she both a barks and bite.

- some makeup too cus GOTHHH

- she's taller than Dan with the boots on, and is decently built too with strong shoulders

Monty:

- short and it's hard to tell, but I made him chubby under the coat. Unlike Sam tho, his arms are thinner.

- also has sharp teeth, and a scowl

Leigh:

- she has a huge head 😭 yes that was on purpose, her sprite had a beeg head

- she's taller than she looks, but hunches over and crawls a lot

- fun fact: I made her avert her gaze because she looks absolutely horrifying looking forward like everyone else

Rat Baby:

- gave him a lil bandana cus why not

- I think he's relatively big here, like a small dog

Papineau:

- he's not as tall as hellen but he's still huge

- AURA

- no constructive comment but I do find him handsome VuV

Ernest:

- bundled up in many layers

- very thin underneath tho

Roaches:

- he's a bunch of roaches can more can I say lol

Morton:

- he's def just a huge cricket underneath the layers

- he is quite fond of the colorless rubiks cube sksk

[mechncheese]

Wait you’re in an animation program at a school? Do you have any tips for someone about to go into a 2D animation course?

I wish I could offer more good animation-related advice but my experience has been a lot of allnighters, grinding, and endless balancing on top of being the number one procrastinator. Here are some general tips I've learned </3 Looking at this now, this is just advice rather than tips oops

Manage your time-- It sounds like very surface level advice but please.. Do not end up like me with 33 scenes to finish in 2 days. I wish I had time management advice but I have the worst management on the planet. I keep everything on a written to-do list taped on the wall and sometimes I forget about it.

You will learn that not everything you make will be up to your own standards or satisfaction. Balancing several classes on top of animation is not easy and sometimes you will end up with work you are not proud of and that's okay. We keep pushing forward and there's always time afterwards to revise. Part of the learning process is accepting that sometimes we flop and sacrifice quality to finish something. Time constraints are something we just have to deal with and it doesn't make us bad animators.

Take video reference for character animation-- It helps a lot. Don't know how a character would bow, jump, or run ? Take a video of yourself doing the action and reference it as you go !

You may be tempted to go above and beyond with every animation assignment given, and that's a good drive to have ! Do not push yourself to burnout though, nothing is worth burnout or carpal tunnel.

Speaking of carpal tunnel, stretch your hands. During long work sessions, stretch at least every hour. Stretch your wrists, back, and legs. Take a walk once in a while, go outside, look at the sky. Looking at a screen for a long period of time will give you crazy headaches. Do not destroy your body for school. PLEASE. Also drink water, too many sweet treats will make you feel sluggish, tired, and icky.

20 minute naps/breaks.. When I'm stuck on a scene and can't get it looking right I straight up nap for like 20 minutes and come back to it. It refreshes my head and I find that I work better after a quick break. Staring at your animation for too long will make you second guess yourself and get frustrated when things are not working out. Take a break and come back, it's gonna be okay, you just need to not look at it for a bit. Adjustments and edits are easier to see and make after a break.

Be open to critique. ask for help if you're stuck-- also sounds like a given but when I first started I was a little stubborn and wanted my ideas and my way of doing things to work really bad. You will find yourself a lot happier with your work when you start taking suggestions and changing your perspective !

Remember you're here to learn ! No one expects you to be a professional animator right off the bat. And don't compare yourself to your peers, we all go at our own pace and we are all students. Make friends, live life, have fun ! I find that the worst years were the ones where I isolated myself working to death trying to get my work to look just right. I'm about to graduate and I wish I learned sooner how green the grass is on the other side of constant grinding. Animation student life is so hard and difficult but it doesn't have to be miserable ! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE SOLDIER !

[quintessenceofdust88]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @frogsinflannel (thank you so much, darlings! ♥) for WIP Wednesday yesterday and I didn't get this done on time, but I really wanted to post something because I'm slowly getting back to writing, sooo. Here's the beginning of Ch. 7 from Little Blobs:

“Sophia?”

“No. Luna?”

“Pretty, but no. Abigail?”

“...Tommy.” 

“...Yeah, okay, just realized the problem with that one. Hard no.” Sigh. “This is not working. How about we come up with some boy names?”

“Okay. Benjamin?”

“No. Owen?”

“Definitely not. Romeo?”

“No, Evan, our child is not a Shakespearean hero”

“Well, there goes Hamlet and Macbeth.”

“...you were not planning on naming our son Hamlet.”

“That’s rich coming from the one who wanted to name him Maverick”

“I just wanted to reference a good movie” Snap. ‘Wait. I got it! Luke and Leia”

“...I’m divorcing you”

“I’m taking that as a no”

They flop back on the bed, and Buck sighs, running a hand on his twenty-two-week bump. The babies are quiet right now, which is not helpful; if they had kicked, Buck could have gauged their opinions on the name options. 

“Why is it so hard to name our kids?! I figured at this point we’d have figured out what their names are, you know?” He laments, resting his head against Tommy’s shoulder. 

Tommy presses a kiss to his forehead, a small chuckle escapes his lips. He rests a hand above Buck’s belly, running his thumb over it as it’s been his habit (and Buck already knows he’ll miss it once the babies are out).

“I know, love, but have some more patience. They’ll tell us who they are eventually. We just have to keep listening”

“I just hope they tell us before they’re old enough to understand they’re being called Blob 1 and Blob 2”

“Well. It’s certainly unique” Tommy says, and Buck glares at him. His husband smiles smugly, and gives him a small peck on the lips. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. But it will come to us, I promise”

“It’s just… We’re assembling the nurseries today”, Buck says, trying his hardest not to pout. “I wanted to do the whole writing his names on the wall thing, you know? You are so talented, you could make a whole panel based on their names meanings or something”

Tommy presses a long kiss to his forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand in Buck’s arm. Buck knows he’s being a bit irrational about this, and that it’s probably the hormones’ fault, so Tommy comforting him instead of finding it funny is actually very welcome. 

“Evan”, he says warmly. “We’re just starting the nurseries today, love. Assembling the cribs and painting the walls. There will be plenty of time for me to do a pretty panel with their names on it.”

“Not plenty of time. Sixteen weeks at the most, if they don’t decide to come early.” Buck argues stubbornly, and Tommy chuckles. 

“Well, it’s 9 am so forgive me for not doing math, but I’d say sixteen weeks with seven days each still count as plenty of time. We’ll be fine. They’ll be fine” Tommy reassures him, and Buck does pout now. 

“Stop being all rational with me. It’s sexy”, he complains (though it can hardly be called a complaint), burrowing his nose in Tommy’s neck, and pressing a kiss right on the spot that makes Tommy shiver. 

“You stop it, our family will be here for lunch in three hours and the house is a mess.” Tommy says, but he’s already running his hand on Buck’s hair, tugging at the curls. Buck smirks against his neck, his hand slipping under Tommy’s shirt to run over his chest. 

“Three hours is plenty of time…” Buck argues, and Tommy scoffs. 

“Oh, but sixteen weeks isn’t?” He quips, and Buck turns a kiss into a small bite in retaliation, which makes Tommy flinch slightly. 

“Shut up and stop denying your pregnant husband”, Buck demands, and well.

Who’s Tommy to argue with that?

Np tagging (you can consider it an early tag for Fuck it Friday ♥) @agentpeggycartering @unhingedangstaddict @laundryandtaxesworld @trombonechurchill @typicalopposite @peppermintquartz and whoever else would like to join ♥

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ SOMETHING IN BETWEEN

hwang inho x platonic!reader

based on this request

words: 2.7k

warnings: in two part; in the games and not in the games. even in the game inho is being referred as inho. platonic relationship. mention of the games. reader being 20.

enjoy! :)

not in the games

you met inho through work.

you were around twenty, juggling university and a small job at a record store. he came in about once a week—quiet, always lingering a little too long, flipping through records like he had all the time in the world. sometimes he’d talk to the owner about music, just a few words here and there. when you rang him up, he always smiled, soft and kind. over time, he started calling you by your name.

you never talked much, just polite exchanges. but he always came back. one day, you weren’t doing so great. something small had happened at university—something that shouldn’t have hit so hard, but it did. you’d gotten slammed with assignments, couldn’t manage your time, cried the night before. your balance felt off, your eyes still a little swollen.

when he came in, he noticed. he didn’t say anything at first, just browsed like always. then, after a few minutes, he picked up a record and looked over at you. “did you even listen to this one?” his voice was low, steady. grounding. you smiled politely. “no, never really got around to it.”

he walked over, holding the record out to you. “you should. it’s good when you’re having a bad day.” you took it from him, not saying anything. his eyes stayed on you for a second longer than usual. then, quietly, he slipped you a tissue. he must’ve seen it—the way your eyes had started to shine a bit too much. “i’m sorry,” you said, voice thin as you turned away, hand half-hiding your face.

“it’s okay,” he replied, calm as ever. “we all have bad days.” after that, he was gentler with you. more careful. not in a weird way—just more tuned in. he asked how your day was, talked a little longer when he came by. sometimes about music, sometimes books. you didn’t even notice when it started to feel like friendship.

one day, you mentioned how your class schedule left you skipping lunch most days. the next week, he showed up with food. nothing big, just something warm in a paper bag. you tried not to cry again. you were far from home. he noticed the gaps and filled them in quiet, small ways.

then one day, you saw him outside the store. total accident—you bumped into him near the train station. he looked at you with a smirk. “are you following me? that’s not cool, you know.”

“really?” you raised an eyebrow. “you’re going with that?”

“what can i say,” he shrugged, deadpan. “dad jokes are timeless.”

you laughed harder than you expected to.

you ended up sharing a coffee that day. nothing big—just a quiet moment between the two of you at a corner table, warm cups between your hands, steam curling in the air. you learned a little more about him. and he did about you. he asked about your studies, what you wanted to do, if you even liked it. you told him the truth, that sometimes you didn’t know. he just nodded, like he understood that feeling more than he let on.

“you’re allowed to change your mind,” he said, watching the street outside. “more than once, even.” there was nothing strange between you. no pressure, no questions you didn’t want to answer. just something steady.

when he passed by the record store, he’d ask, “did you eat?” if you said no, he’d already have something. wrapped neatly, like he made a plan for you just in case. “you knew i’d say no,” you’d mutter, unwrapping whatever it was—rice balls, pastries, a sandwich too big for one sitting. “yeah,” he’d say with a shrug. “you’re predictable like that.”

when you had a rough day, you’d text him. just; you free later?

he always was.

you’d find him already at the café or waiting at your usual bench in the park, hands tucked in his coat pockets. sometimes you talked, sometimes you didn’t. sometimes he’d just listen while you spilled every thought out like it had nowhere else to go.

“do i talk too much?” you asked once, embarrassed after a long rant about professors and deadlines and an accidentally burnt pot of rice. “you don’t,” he said. “you think a lot. that’s not the same.” when winter came, he asked if your apartment was warm enough. you’d said it was fine, but he showed up anyway with one of those plug-in heaters, just in case.

“you really didn’t have to—”

“it’s not that serious,” he interrupted, already setting it up. “besides, you complain too much about cold floors.” he always carried a jacket for you. he never said it out loud, but it became a habit. you’d meet him outside in a thin sweater, arms folded, shivering. “why don’t you ever wear one?” he asked, handing his over.

“because it ruins the outfit,” you said simply. he gave you a look. “that’s the worst excuse i’ve ever heard.”

“style is suffering.”

he snorted. “that’s not style.” you talked about music a lot. he’d tell you about the bands he used to love, the weird gigs he went to when he was your age. you’d share your playlists, and half the time he’d pause, squint, and say, “this came out when i was in high school.”

“you’re so old,” you’d tease, sipping your drink.

“i’m experienced,” he’d say, deadpan. “huge difference.” and when he talked about the weather like it was a serious topic, you’d just look at him with disbelief. “you’re doing it again,” you’d say.

“doing what?”

“talking about the wind like it owes you money.”“it does,” he’d say. “that wind yesterday? personal.”

as time passed, his presence just felt right. like he’d always been there. you didn’t even notice when it started to feel like safety. he talked about his life too, sometimes opening up just a little. but you could tell when it was too much for him. so you’d take the time to just watch him, quiet. “you don’t have to say everything,” you told him once. “some things are heavy. i get it.”

he just looked at you, thoughtful, and then nodded. one day, he called you kid.

“eat something, kid.”

“text me when you get home, kid.”

“what are you even listening to, kid?”

you never said anything, but it felt like a shift. a small, quiet shift. you had exams one week, barely slept, just ran on coffee and small bites between studying.

“you look bad,” he said when he saw you, setting a coffee down in front of you at the record store. you didn’t argue. he sighed, then handed you a small paper bag.

“it’s soup.”

“you didn’t have to—”

“just eat it. and go home early today, yeah?”

you nodded, too tired to protest. later that night, he texted: did you eat all of it?

you sent back a blurry photo of an empty bowl.

he replied: good. now sleep.

he wasn’t always warm. sometimes he’d be distant, quiet for days. but you never took it personally. you’d send him little things—a photo of a dog you passed, or a terrible pun you heard at school. and eventually, he’d reply, even if it was just a few words.

one day, your parents didn’t pick up the phone. not once, not twice—three times. he noticed the way you stood there, phone still in your hand, staring at the screen.

“well, you’re with me today,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, a small gesture of comfort. that one sentence stayed with you. you started to think of him as someone you could rely on—not quite a friend, not quite a parent. something in between.

in the games

at first, he didn’t pay you much mind.

he was there as 001. silent, focused. one goal in mind. not much time to worry about some kid barely out of university. he noticed how young you were, of course. barely twenty. too young to be in a place like this. but he didn’t say anything.

he only stepped in when two other players started messing with you—just words, small jabs, but the kind that could build. he didn’t raise his voice. just walked over, quiet, and said, “is this how you want to play?” they backed off fast.

you didn’t know if he did it for you, or just because it wasn’t fair. “you okay?” he asked, not looking directly at you, like it wasn’t a big deal.

you nodded. that’s when 456 called you over. said you were too young to be on your own. they had a group already. you learned their names quickly. inho didn’t say much, but when you skipped your meal later, just pushed it around, he noticed.

“eat,” he said. you glanced up. he didn’t look at you, didn’t wait for a response. just left the word there. like it was non-negotiable. maybe it was sympathy. maybe something else.

during the six-legged pantheon, you were with his team. jung bae stepped aside when a pregnant woman approached, found another group instead. you were nervous—he saw it in the way you held your hands too tight, your eyes darting around.

he didn’t speak. just put a hand on your shoulder before it started. solid. grounding. afterward, back in the room, everyone talked. shared.

someone asked why you were even here. you hesitated, but then you told the truth. you were a student. you’d lived off your parents’ money. but your mom had gotten sick. treatment wasn’t cheap. she passed. and then the money was gone. just like that. you didn’t cry when you told them. just said it plainly, voice flat.

that’s when it hit him. something he’d kept buried started to shift. when lights-out came, he didn’t sleep right away. stayed near you—not too close, but close enough to step in if he had to.

“get some sleep, kid,” he said, almost like it was a habit now. during mingle, he kept you nearby again. eyes tracking you quietly. when you got separated, you looked around—no sign of him. you tried not to panic. then he came back. spotted gihun first, then you.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice steady. you nodded, a bit breathless with relief.

then the game started. number two was called. panic spread fast. everyone reached for someone.

your hand moved before you could think, grabbing for something solid—his arm. his grip closed around yours immediately. firm. not hurting. just sure. “come on!” he called, pulling you forward. your feet moved before your brain did.

he didn’t let go. not when people slammed into each other. not when you stumbled. and when you almost fell, he didn’t hesitate—he picked you up. he pulled you into one of the rooms and kicked the door shut behind you. you collapsed against the wall, legs barely holding you. your knees buckled and he caught you, arms around your shoulders now, not tight but steady.

inho wasn’t a hugger. you could tell. but right then, he held you. because you needed it. and maybe—maybe he needed it too.

you buried your face against his chest, just for a moment. he let you. he didn’t say anything about it. but later, after things settled, he looked at you longer than usual. and maybe it hurt him a little, because he hadn’t meant to care this much.

not about you. not about a kid.

after that, he didn’t leave your side. he made sure you ate. that you rested. he passed you once, just walking by, and messed up your hair lightly with one hand.

“you’re tougher than you look,” he muttered.

you smiled, small. “so are you,” you said.

masterlist

[britt-kageryuu]

While we can't confirm it in canon lore.

MK probably went through a few series 'based on Sun Wukong/JTTW' or 'main character is Sun Wukong just different', and had a hard time with some of the plot because of knowing the JTTW lore, and wondering why they went in This direction with the story/characters.

Because I have seen a number of series on that list and really had to look for the references to Sun Wukong in them, or wonder "Is that character supposed to be based off of 'JTTW character' or am I reaching?"

Not saying MK didn't enjoy whichever series he found, I just think that he could now compare the characters to the real people and wonder where the creator got the idea that some characters behave the way they do.

(I spent a good hour trying to find the comparisons of Sun Wukong/JTTW in Dragon Ball and then remembered that they decided to drop the Sun Wukong/JTTW related story stuff part way through the story.)

[carriesthewind]

At last, it's time to start trying to track our mixed-up motions!

First, from DeMaster's declaration:

And from Clownshoes:

A few interesting things here (and no, the fact that Clownshoes just worked so hard is not interesting, and should not have been included in his declaration):

DeMaster seems to suggest that Clownshoes was the original author of the document. Clownshoes is less clear. It matters, remember, because Clownshoes asserted that he does "not rely on AI to do legal research or find cases" and he "always conduct[s] verification of citations before filing."

I find DeMaster's pronoun usage in "we prefer to collaboratively co-edit a single master document" and "to incorporate all of our edits to send to Mr. Kachouroff" interesting. This suggests to me that there were some other unnamed people working with DeMaster. On the other hand, this could just be lazy and unclear drafting of her declaration.

Clownshoes says that he went through every page to check the argument and verify citations...put another pin in that.

And finally, we have our first listed version of the motion! (“Once upon a time there was a plaid overnight case…”)*:

*If you get this reference, give yourself a treat

“FINAL MIL 2025.02.24 Coomer Defs Opp to MIL (jd) (final revisions)” This, we will call Version A. Version A is what was (supposedly) filed.

From DeMaster:

This is...incredibly confusing. She made Version A to be the document that "we" would send to Clownshoes with all of "our" edits for him to revise, but she also made a separate copy for herself to edit to incorporate into Clownshoes's edits which would then become a final document...? Again, it's not clear if this is obfuscation, lazy drafting of the declaration, or just a really, really strange and confusing way to try to collaborate on a document.

Anyway, so this is Version B: “2025.02.24 Coomer Defs Opp to MIL2 (jd) – copy”

Next, from Clownshoes:

DeMaster is a little more explicit about what they discussed "as [they] confirmed deletions and edits":

He "believed some of these citations were likely from AI drafts."

Why did he believe this? Was it because he used "AI" to generate citations and legal arguments?

And if he was so able to recognize that as a potential problem while drafting, how did he somehow forget that 'likelihood" two months later when he was in front of a judge questioning him about that very thing?

(Also, again, I'm so confused about the multiple draft situations here. It's normal to have multiple drafts from different people; it's normal to have one main point person incorporating edits from different people in a central document. But I'm still not following what allegedly happened here. Wasn't she already going to "incorporate all of [her] edits here into his document"?)

Any, so about this Email Exhibit. It includes two emails from DeMaster to Clownshoes, both sent on February 24th, the day before the motion was filed. (No shade on that - I certainty have never sent my colleagues drafts of motions to review the night before they are due.) The first one, sent at 2:42 PM, includes the following attachment:

"2025.02.24 Coomer Defs Opp to MIL (jd).docx". This is Version C.

The second one, sent at 5:08 PM, includes:

"2025.02.24 Coomer Defs Opp to MIL (jd) (final revisions).docx" Version D.

Now (spoiler), I'm not going to go through the substance of all of these briefs. I'm all booked up for my own legal writing and research. But I think it's worth glancing at two other documents in reference to this second email. The basic argument Clownshoes is making is that an earlier draft accidentally got filed instead of his perfect motion they had "meticulously labored" on. Two of the other attachments to he includes are the "real" motion that should have been filed, and a comparison between the "old draft" and the "correct version that should have been filed." (DeMaster Dec. para 15). But there's a weird contrast between what she says in her email, and the changes between the two versions. In her email, she says she "add[ed] some case law and language to certain sections for clarity" including "sections on social media evidence, the body cam footage (expounding on issues), and prior drug use/mental health pre-existing conditions." But all these sections show deletions - some extremely substantial deletions between the supposed "old version" (the one that was filed) and the "correct version." In the email, she also says she made edits to the section about "statements about Trump," but there are no such edits between the "old draft" and the "correct version."

I want to be clear - this isn't a smoking gun. There obviously could have been other substantial changes after this email exchange. Or maybe she was being delicate in saying she she added stuff "for clarity" rather than "I had to delete all your trash citations and arguments."

...except the "Westlaw analysis" of the brief attached to the email is also attached to the exhibit. And from this, we can see three things:

That's...that's not how you check your citations, especially if you think there are "problems of the case citations." You pull up the fucking case and read it, you hack frauds. (I honestly find the inclusion of this "Westlaw analysis" to be damning. That's not a slight against the Westlaw analysis tool - but it's a tool. It's not a replacement for reading the fucking cases.)

The "Westlaw analysis" is of the "old draft" (or some version of the "old draft") not the "correct version." This is obvious, because the "correct version" eliminated entire sections of the motion that are still visible in the table of contents of the "Westlaw analysis."

DeMaster says the "Westlaw analysis" didn't "didn’t flag us for any obviously bad case law." But it did, in fact, catch one of the bad quotes cited in the court in its Show Cause Order.

But again, none of this is a smoking gun (other than for them being hack frauds). They could have gone through the draft together after this email to make the final revisions, to what should have been the "correct version" (as, indeed, they say they did).

...and it's late and I have a substantive evidentiary hearing tomorrow, so that is where we must pause for the night!

Stay tuned next time for...

Oh my god, how many more pages is Sir Clownshoes going to waste attempting to relitigate his behavior at the last hearing?!

Oh you idiots.

[aphemera]

— Bran thought about it. ❝ Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? ❞

❝ That is the only time a man can be brave, ❞ his father told him.

Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell

[bajablastable]

pirate fella..

[pinkfey]

remember how in dao there were always like multiple flirty options u could just spring on ur love interest and it wasn't something that was brushed past it would stop a conversation dead in its tracks to have a cute secondary flirty offshoot with small variations dependent on the flirty option u initially chose with a unique course correction to get back on topic after...... yeah.

[smile-files]

guys. i need your opinion of this. because i'm genuinely so confused now

what time period is the professor layton series in?? the prequel trilogy and the main trilogy. when are they supposed to be taking place

i could've sworn one of the games (though i forget which) mentions that someone's been to the moon already which would put them at least in the late 60s into the 70s going by our world's timeline... but i don't know maybe space travel was discovered earlier in this universe???

[sheepalmighty]

Some more of that Chai joins Vandelay for half a day AU. Or just a picture of a kinda OOC Kale chilling if you wanna gloss over those comics. I'm still not sure if the colours are too garish or not.

These were mostly done with the premise of treating Kale's office like the hideout. I also really like how mundane, or familiar, the interactions between Chai and Kale can be in the game so I wanted to draw some stuff exploring more like that. But also, there's the ulterior motive of shipping so I included an out of context scene because I can't bother drawing the rest of it (though it seems like a huge jump in their relationship as a result. I think they're so big headed that they get stuck in a feedback loop of stroking the other's ego if an excuse comes up to do so)

[ofantediluvian]

The littlest things give Dove euphoria

[sonknuxadow]

im gonna be honest i kinda dont care that they gave movie shadow a gun. like thats the one thing im seeing both fans and haters celebrate as being really cool but i just feel indifferent to it . sorry .

[sugaroto]

My pappous remembered that time we made that deal that I would get married by 25

You guys are all invited to my wedding on 2030

[harp-sicordial]

Its extremely funny as someone thats had do baseline research about the empire era in terms of getting the look and visuals right that it gets conflated as the regency era/style even when talking about that timw period and fashion outside of england. I know napoleon would be pissed, a classical greco roman style of dress (particularly for women, the collumn-esque silhouette) is popularized under your reign because every empire ever looks at ancient greece and rome for aesthetics. The waistline below the boobs thing is even called the empire waistline, then it turns out in the future everyone will call this the regency style and era, regency which refers to england at the time. Theyll call it regency era even when its happening outside of england, you worked so hard to establish your great french empire and its aesthetics but of course people think of the british first, napoleon will turn in his grave and cry 'fuck my stupid baka life'