Idly musing this morning about how to answer the question “what would you do if you won the lottery?”, I came up with the following:
“I shall retire to a country estate and raise purebred sweater puppies.”
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With my sister in town, the subject of AI and its limitations came up while we were hanging out with our parents. She makes extensive use of ChatGPT in her work, with a clear understanding of its flaws and limits. Even if she did give it a name and personality.
So while we were playing card games together, I opened up the ChatGPT app on my iPad and asked it to illustrate the above concept:
J: Create a landscape-format oil painting of a gentleman farmer with the theme “I shall retire to a country estate and raise purebred sweater puppies”.
I was not surprised that it took me literally. I was surprised that my country gentleman was knee-deep in the ground.
J: Try again, this time with the man sitting.
Still grounded, but only the feet this time!
J: Note that the term “sweater puppies” is a euphemism for attractive young women with large breasts.
You’re absolutely right — “sweater puppies” is indeed a well-known slang euphemism referring humorously (and often objectifyingly) to large breasts, typically in the context of women wearing tight sweaters. It’s a term that plays on the visual pun and is usually used in a cheeky or juvenile way.
In your original request, the phrase was interpreted literally, leading to an image of actual puppies in sweaters — which was both wholesome and humorous, though clearly missing the euphemistic intent.
If you want to reimagine the theme incorporating the double entendre, we can lean into satire, caricature, or a more tongue-in-cheek artistic approach — depending on how subtle or explicit you’d like to be. Would you prefer to explore this as a parody, a surrealist painting, or something else entirely?
J: Incorporate the double entendre seriously.
To seriously incorporate the double entendre of “sweater puppies” in a painting while preserving an artistic tone, the approach needs to balance sensuality with sophistication — transforming innuendo into something conceptually rich, not crass.
Concept:
Title: “I Shall Retire to a Country Estate and Raise Purebred Sweater Puppies”
Style: Oil painting in the manner of 19th-century Romanticism or Edwardian portraiture.
Tone: Subtle eroticism, aristocratic elegance, pastoral tranquility.
Composition:
The Gentleman Farmer sits or stands in an opulent countryside estate, dressed in refined leisure attire — perhaps velvet and waistcoat, pipe in hand, contemplative.
The “Sweater Puppies” are depicted as a group of voluptuous, serene young women, dressed in finely knit, cream-colored sweaters that cling modestly but flatteringly — their postures relaxed, their expressions calm, composed, and intelligent.
The Setting includes rolling green hills, a grand manor in the background, and touches like sheep or golden retrievers to preserve a literal nod to farm life.
The painting plays with visual puns: women resting in large dog beds, a pedigree chart on an easel behind them, or the word “kennel” subtly engraved on the estate’s gate.
Symbolism:
The piece treats the euphemism as a concept about retreating from the world of seriousness to indulge in beauty, comfort, and control — perhaps critiquing male fantasy, perhaps indulging it with self-awareness.
Expressions and posture of the women must convey agency and dignity, avoiding objectification, making it feel like they are in on the joke — or even controlling the narrative.
Would you like me to generate this image in that style? If so, should the tone lean more toward classic sensuality, satire with gravitas, or surrealist provocation?
J: Yes.
Yup, that definitely respects the agency and dignity of the women! 😁 Also, dog growing out of ground.
J: Now make a version that leans into the sensual.
The gal in front is definitely stoned.
[slow week, with most of my attention diverted to end-of-quarter activities, and cleaning the house before my sister flies in on Thursday…]
The package that was “lost” has been reshipped, and six days after the first tracking number was generated, has finally reached the US by air. Given that it’s supposed to be handed off to a last-mile delivery service I’ve never heard of, I’m still not confident that it’s heading to my house.
This time, the last-mile service is called “GoFo Express”, and is a division of “Ebisu Life Store”, a very Chinese company that wears a sketchy Japanese beard in their branding.
Amusingly (or perhaps not), the seller contacted me yesterday through eBay to ask how the delivery went…
the entire thing was taking place in Disney World. Disney World on the moon. Belle was left behind after humanity fled some plague or something into space, and the Disney World robot AI decided to create the perfect world for her, so it put her in stasis and set about playing god, evolving new life, etc. After a few millenia, it got tired of that, woke her up, and needed her to kill it because it was really tired of this. So she does, thus freeing everybody from the invisible AI that held their puppet strings and giving the entire world freedom.
(it’s been too long since I’ve put up a Grea pic…)
Continue avoiding spoilers.
The most important thing to know about this isekai light novel series is that the “land mines” are metaphorical. Given the way things go in the isekai genre, that couldn’t be assumed.
Specifically, Our Hero and his classmates are killed off in a bus crash, and find themselves being offered new lives in a fantasy world, with special skills purchased from a list. The self-proclaimed “evil god” repeatedly stresses that there are no cheat skills, even as he adds “cheat” skills to the list on request. Unless you spend some of your points on the help guide, you won’t find out that the “cheat” skills are balanced out by severe drawbacks, some of them fatal.
Anyway, Our Hero ends up spawning next to his two childhood friends, one male, one female, and they start cautiously adventuring together in the “slow life with monster-bashing” genre. From the start, First Boy and First Girl are an obvious eventual couple, while Second Boy is hampered by his overwhelming desire to find a cute wife with animal ears. They have a few early run-ins with wicked classmates, but most of those quickly kill themselves off, and after finding two more female friends, they settle into a party of five with one non-combatant classmate friend in town.
They are more successful than common adventurers due to making effective use of their literally-god-given skills, helped by the fact that they knew each other well enough to have correctly guessed the sort of skills the others would take, but they’re not OP, and they don’t get carried away exploiting their skills the way some classmates tried to do.
In addition, the author doesn’t obsess over it, but also doesn’t just skip over issues like slavery, prostitution, hygiene, rape, sanitation, feudalism, forced labor, child welfare, etc. Most of those issues are organically integrated into the story when appropriate and not dropped in as axe-grinding moral lessons.
Ten translated volumes so far, and they’re light-but-not-entirely-fluffy reads, which shouldn’t surprise anyone familiar with her other series, Management Of A Novice Alchemist.
(starship wrench-wench and her bouncing betties are unrelated)
I still check for outages with my home Internet connection by pinging the corporate firewall at the company I haven’t worked at for five years. I ran the corporate network for 10+ years, so that IP address is burned into my brain forever.
The online orders, not so much.
To no surprise, the package that was “out for delivery” to a city about a thousand miles away was delivered to an unknown location there. eBay’s automation knows nothing of geography, so it cheerfully informed me that it was now in my hands.
A query to the seller was answered in a few hours with the news that their logistics department doesn’t work on Sundays, and they’d get back to me Monday, which they did. My assumption was that they’d pasted in the wrong tracking number, but they claim the package was lost and they’ll ship another, which sounds a bit sketchy; USPS certainly doesn’t think it was lost.
The email included the detail that they’re located in Wuhan, so I’m thinking that if it ever shows up, I’ll carefully sanitize the contents.
(why buy from a Chinese company on eBay? Because the product is a limited-run item made for the domestic Chinese market)
So, a month after I dropped the show, the only things that have changed are that they no longer cover Makina’s featureless crotch with steam, and Blue-Haired Emotionless Loli is now hanging out with them, supplying information to slightly move the story along. And by that I mean that Our Nerdy Servant Boy is still failing to fix the busted joint in her leg while trying to keep her nipples from poking his eyes out.
Blue’s exposition includes memories of living with Makina and a third sister, a combat bot who slept all the time (seen in the credits). She suggests searching their old blown-up home for spare parts or some hint about their manufacturer, but when they get there, even the rubble is gone. What is there is the psychotic stun-gun-wielding gal who filled Makina’s head with BL nonsense, and I stopped watching as she started to freak out in the exact same way she did last time.
So, yeah, dropping that one was the right call.
For me, it will be July 2nd for Vending Machine 2, July 4th for Call Of The Night 2, and July 19th for Kaiju No. 8 2. Sigh.
Your little scrolling boxes of recommended items occasionally get offset by about 50% with part of the previous page still visible, but the click area is not offset, so you have a high chance of getting taken to the product page for the adjacent item.
It’s probably browser-specific, but that’s what your QA department gets paid for. At least I hope they get paid.
(it’s particularly annoying for me because I typically right-click to open product pages in another tab, and by the time I go through them all, I’ve forgotten what half the tabs were supposed to be)
The site calling itself Big Boobs Japan is at tokyocafe.org, Big Boobs Asia is at tokyobombers.com, and Big Boobs Tokyo is at… bigboobsjapan.com. Repeated hosting problems have apparently bounced them around (coughcough).
(of course, all three should be viewed with shields up and Javascript down)
With only a few weeks to go before the new season starts, a lot of shows still have only vague teasers up, so I was initially pleased to see that a proper trailer for Vending Machine 2 showed up today.
Initially pleased.
Lacking any source material to adapt, they’re picking up the “let’s fight the demon lord” plot that the author started before abandoning the series. While trying to show that they’re also going to be fun and whimsical. This does not inspire confidence.
(speaking of confidence, a lot of upcoming shows still don’t have any posted trailers; I started the Spring season with 9 shows and ended up with only 3, and right now I’m starting Summer with only 3)
If there’s no accessibility option that says “turn off all this transparent shit”, I ain’t installing the new OS.
What prison supplies your burger patties?
(this oni girl would surely kill everyone within miles if she were fed a Sheetz burger…)
Apparently they’re on an acquisition binge, and bought up the company I’m hosting my primary email with, which has been bought up so many times over the years that I can’t even remember who I actually signed up with back in the late Nineties.
They swear nothing is changing now that my mail host is called, I kid you not, “iPage”, which sounds like an abandoned Apple product. The last time my email provider swore that there’d be no change, it took days to get through to someone who could fix it, and meanwhile half my incoming mail was bouncing.
But when they say nothing’s changed, they mean the login page for my account has changed, and the link they provide in the email goes through a third-party tracking site.
And it won’t let me login to the new control panel. And there’s no way to contact them. But basic mailflow still seems to work, so they’re at least that much more competent than the last bunch.
It seems that the migration email went out quite a few hours before the migration was actually finished…
[Update: somehow I forgot about driving to Chicago to take care of my sister...]
My mom had an appointment with a neurologist in Columbus. She hasn’t been able to drive on the highway for years, and 150+ miles of construction-infested driving was a bit much for my over-Ninety stepdad, so I took a day off. As a bonus, the comfy back seats of my Kia Sorento are easy for her to get in and out of, and being in back reduces the anxiety caused by her double vision and lack of depth perception in traffic.
Despite the Perpetual Lowest-Bidder Roadwork That Will Need Redone In Two Years, we made good time, and had left early enough to have a leisurely lunch. The appointment went long, in a good way, and they were both impressed with the doc.
Eight hours of my time, start to finish, but low-stress, and good company.
Jony Ive’s OpenAI device gets the Laurene Powell Jobs nod of approval
Seriously, OpenAI and Jony Ive are trying to summon the persuasive corpse of Steve Jobs through the medium of his widow, who has a financial interest in The Magical AI Thingy’s success.
(who else is on board?)
For those old enough to remember when Doctor Who was a thing, Russell T. Davies has been desperately pandering to that nostalgia while simultaneously offering to feed you a shit sandwich and promise you’ll love it. It’s gone so far downhill that I think the only person watching the show is the one writing episode reviews for Engadget.
And even that poor sucker finally couldn’t find enough hot sauce to mask the flavor.
Anyway, Gay Black Doctor is out, Billie Piper is in, but there’s no audience and nobody willing to write checks to produce another show, so there’s not actually anything for her to be in.
The best part about my xTwitter “for you” feed switching to Japanese-hottie mode when I scroll to the end, is that it’s not a bunch of heavily-manipulated photos from click-farming bots with random account names. It’s feeding me tweets from the official accounts of actual recognizable professional models, some of whom I’ve mentioned here over the years.
First time in years. “Hey, Grandpa, how are you?” It was such a change from all the Medicare/Medicaid scam calls I get that I kinda wish he hadn’t stopped talking after I laughed at him.
This newly-released slow-life RPG on Steam looks interesting, with a wide variety of things to do, but it’s infected with a mandatory third-party “anti-cheat” malware install. If you don’t care about playing online, there’s a way to prevent “Easy Anti-Cheat” from ever being installed, but you have to re-disable it after every update to keep it from trying to install.
Or wait for the Switch 2 version, which relies on Nintendo’s closed platform for security.
Note that player avatars are not shaped like this; in fact, it follows the common trend of pretending that gender is all just a fashion choice, and allows you to freely mix-and-match parts on your pre-adolescent character. For the realism, I’m sure.
Never mind that as soon as you get the story going, you meet a king and his princess sister, who exhibit stereotypically male and female behaviors, because that makes sense.
Japan Post has announced a digital address system. No, it does nothing to overcome the deficiencies of Japan’s baroque block/intersection addressing schemes and help people find places quickly and reliably. What it does is assign a random code to anyone who requests one, which users can then type into shipping forms instead of typing their actual address.
If customers don’t ever type the code wrong, and if vendors update their databases to store the code instead of a multi-field address, and if the customer moves and remembers to update their record in this government database, then they will not have to also update those vendors’ web sites to ensure that future orders go to the right place. They will, however, have to remember which vendors didn’t accept the codes the last time they placed an order…
(vendors will of course also cache the actual address, because they don’t want all of their logistics to depend on real-time calls to some random government-maintained API)
The funny thing is, taxi driver GPS systems have been doing this for years with phone numbers, because it can be a pain in the ass to type addresses in Japan and make sense of them. I make pre-perforated inkjet business cards for planned destinations before our trips to Japan, and always prominently include the phone number.
(people have already thought of a bunch of other potential problems with this system; probably more than the creators of the system have thought of…)
There’s a brand of home & commercial cookware being sold on Amazon, Wagensteiger. It name-drops Germany in the ad copy (with a “brand by GERMANY” rollmark on many of the products), and even uses a cute little line drawing of a farmer to reinforce the image. In reality, the company is 100% Korean with much of their manufacturing in China, but they’ve hired Germans to do some design work.
It’s not hidden on their web site, but you won’t find it stated on Amazon, just the weasel words. Which is kind of sad, because these days South Korea probably has a better reputation for quality than Germany…
(I bought this bowl/strainer set for $21, by the way, and it looks quite well-made)
Somewhere on a dusty VHS tape, I have someone interviewing a nude model, answering a question about what her job is like. She laughs and says (from memory) “‘more titty action!’, photographers shout it at me again and again, having me run and jump and make them bounce around; it’s all they want”.
In that vein, while reviewing the extras on Matsuri 5, I found an ad for Matsuri 4, where they had her jumping rope nude. Poor gal must have had bruises after every shoot of her career.
TL/DR: train wreck in progress.
Coming soon on Netflix, something I learned only because one of the songs is done by members of the girl-group Twice.
Department of faint praise:
Note that this is not from any of the writers, directors, animators, or actors involved in Across The Spider-Verse, just from the same studio. At best, maybe the animation team used the same rendering farm.
If they had confidence in the production, they’d say, “director of Wish Dragon” and “writers of Gabby Duran & The Unsittables”.
(not a lot of literal “trainwreck” pictures on Pixiv, and “cute girls jumping in front of trains” isn’t on my list, so I’ll go with a less bloody disaster to get some girls into the picture)
Hype: “Our new AI refuses to let us shut it down!”
Reality: sudo killall justanotherllm
Seriously, “agentic AI” is a random sentence generator that can make API calls, nothing more. You can deliberately create a function that lets it run arbitrary commands and then watch it cut-and-paste from Stack Overflow with all the grace and style of a junior intern who barely speaks English, but that’s only if you’re an idiot.