“Where’d that very specific fantasy come from?”

Well, well, Our Busty Noble Desperate Housewife wasn’t just putting her goods on the table to influence her negotiations with Our Shopping Hero, but offering to include them in his reward. And as he proves his value to her domain, she gets even more eager to offer up her hills and valleys. Looks like the Viscount has left the home fires burning for a very long time.

Meanwhile, Our Blue Furry-Boobed Catgirl’s rivalry with Our Orange Furry-Big-Boobed Catgirl escalates when Her Blue Pals show up and go ga-ga over Orange. This also clears up their relationship, since she complains that they’ve never acted that way around her. So, the shared color scheme doesn’t make them relatives, just friends-without-benefits.

Nominal plot this week is building a canal, which Our Backhoe Hero manages with a minimum of stupid incantations.

Verdict: a very horny, fun episode this week. Expansion of the bathing facilities offers some hope for the Bluray.

(the only recognizable recent fan-art pic of Myaley has her taking it from behind, and I can make better with 10 seconds of Stable Diffusion)

LinkedIn, Then and Now

How it started:

LinkedIn sidebar: “use our AI to write your resume and cover letter”

How it’s going:

LinkedIn News: “AI cheating rocks tech interviews”

Girlboss horseshit

While my sister was recuperating from her surgery, she pretty much spent the day resting on the couch watching mystery shows and movies. Philip Marlowe, Miss Marple, Perry Mason, Ms. Fisher’s Modern Mysteries, etc, but the one that really stuck out for me was Frankie Drake Mysteries, a Prohibition-era team of Diverse Socially Conscious Female Detectives in an alternate-universe Toronto that was far less white than the one in our universe.

I could have put up with the background nonsense, but every member of The Squad was frequently overpowering men physically. And not just in bare-fisted brawling. One skinny little chick outperforms a very fit man in a police obstacle course. In another episode, a large man lunges forward in a rage, and two skinny little chicks each grab an arm and not only restrain him, but pull him back several feet. This wasn’t presented as the result of advanced martial arts training; they’re just Tough Gals. Feh.

Random garbage in AI

Continuing to explore the features of InvokeAI, I decided to use a LoRA to make a more detailed catgirl. Specifically, the only reason to try watching No Longer Allowed In Another World, but not enough to save the show:

(the fake signature is the LoRA trigger tag “tamais”; Illustrious seems to have been trained that the first tag is often the artist)

Naturally, the first attempt had a bit of WTF in it…

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