I'm aware of nazism within my social space, though generally people are more intolerant of me than nazis. I'm used to people being violent toward me and having permission removed to speak. I don't know how to get feedback regarding this, because people generally don't converse with me on topics. I don't really know people who regard white supremacy as an issue, and it's generally considered more of a problem if I bring it up as an issue.

That or a really terrifying fight with a lumberjack

1 - Reception at a small hotel 4/10 bad guests bad pay shady everything.

2 - Bartender 7/10 decent but takes a lot of energy and talking to people. You can work that your entire life but not much in therms of job progression or future.

3 - Waiter 6/10 Worst then Bartender more energy needed worst pay more skill required. Usually managers make things 10 times worst for you.

4 - Store 8/10 Depending on the store it is way better then most service jobs or hell on earth.

5 - Reception at a medium hotel 6/10 Guests expect a 5 star hotel even when it's 3 stars. Owners usually suck and use it as their house. Co-workers usually are really bad. It's really shady and you learn things that are really depressing and wrong and the people who work there reflect it.

6 - Online Casino - 8/10 It's bad really bad, and you forfeit most of how you look. But pay is good and no one cares even with bad management. Good work hours.

7 - mixed warehouse and office point - I don't know what they are called the mail office? anyway 3/10 work at a warehouse at that point. Non existent training worst pay and needing to work with people to send and take shipments. Worst Coworkers you can have. If management before is bad here it does not exist.

8 - Call center - 2/10 They look ok seem ok but never end well or even start well.

From day one I just wanted a simple warehouse, Industry or factory job and so far they just ignore my CVs, and I work a random service job cause the call fast pay shit and I leave usually 9-10 months after working at best cause of coworkers or management. The one time I decided to wait for someone to answer my almost 100 CVs I waited 7 months.

I started working 4 years ago. And I think working in a coal mine would be more productive better paying and would make my life 10 times easier then whatever this is we have going.

They've tried to manipulate the system to where money can directly buy votes, but they have failed. Come 2028, we will make that even clearer.

Do you wanna know how I know God is real? I've had a number of those Gideon type of experiences, y'know, where you put a fleece on the floor to come back and find it wet, only to come back even later and the fleece was dry, but the floor was wet? Isn't God miraculous? Truly incredible what is possible when you are impotent...er, omnipotent.

...for those that don't get the reference, Gideon was told by God to gather three hundred men to wipe out a much, much larger force, and did with God protecting them. Naturally, the men wanted proof, and the way that God proved Himself was some shit with fleece moisture that if you told a doctor happened to you, there is a chance you would undergo a forced grippy sock vacation. Depends what part of the country/world you're in, I've found.

But, no, seriously, I have gotten a bemused enjoyment from deliberately explaining the strangeness of God's whispers poorly due to the fact that, regardless of what I do or how I present myself and my perspective n arguments, there are always going to be a majority of people who automatically and with prejudice dismiss me in the entirety of my being. My father is good example, the wonderful vogon idolatorer, but also my ex-best friend from high school, Mike.

At age sixteen or seventeen, Mike illegally got a tattoo from a family member. It was important to him, getting this intricately detailed cross on his upper arm. Gave me shit for not believing. Fast forward to maybe a year ago or so. He's blowing up my phone to tell me how fucking crazy and out of control I am; that I need to be locked up for my safety. And I'm trying tp explain to him what a synchronicity is, how God speaks to us in burning bushes, like white rabbit was to Neo, but no, I'm just a crackhead in his eyes.

It used to drive me nuts, and I still get a moment here and there where a person's stubborn ignorance gets the better of me, but this is a very core thing the Illuminati conditioned into me; how to shrug and not give af what anyone else thinks.

It is in fact part of the design of the Garden and the human form that the average person, the kind we call cattle, has a defect in their reasoning skills. Make something a certain degree out of the ordinary and put even just a sprinkle of peer pressure or existing opinions on it, and you can hide something right in the open. It's like glow-in-the-dark camouflage that is so conspicuous, normal people avert their eyes to avoid looking at it.

With this psychological boundary, higher beings to include God are able to interact with us in ways that are readily and eagerly dismissable, such as through experiences one has when on psychedelic drugs. Y'know, in the spirit of explaining things poorly, the reason I know God is real and the Earth isn't is because one time on mushrooms, my lighter changed color. It was crazy dude! No, I mean permenantly! Blue to orange!

Oh, well if that isn't the holy grail of miracles, this other time, I was on mushrooms n DXM and I noticed three forks, but then there were four, so obviously I did an experiment where a breadclip disappeared from the fridge. I was astonished! But then the breadclip came back when my life partner looked! This was God teaching me something about superpositions.

And y'know, if I lived a braindead life just consuming culture and news and jumping through every hoop society says for me to jump through, these type of fleece experiences would make no impact on my trajectory or perception of reality. But, I've had over a decade of the strangest happenings, likewise starting with an incredibly odd set of circumstances on LSD (I got a pop-up after I typed a message in my URL bar. It took me to a clearly-coded blog message to me, specifically), and y'know, the thing is, everything I've experienced has been carrying me to heal me and grow/evolve my framework of reality to thus be in gnosis now.

Still, would be great if the people like my father and previous best friend didn't go through life categorizing people as worthy or unworthy to give a shit about to actually listen to what another person is saying. Because, the thing is, while some people believe this is a prison planet/simulation, it's not. It's preschool for the cosmos, and y'all gunna keep being reborn between lifetimes and incarnations until you learn you some damn topology to understand everybody is you, so it's real dumb-like to treat other people beings as lesser.

feel free to make a better one if you can.

No slop.

People ask me if I believe in God. I tell em, "No, I don't believe His singing career is going anywhere. He should stick to His day job. But therein, I know the guy; put Him as speed dial number seven on my phone."

And we laugh. Then the topic meanders but finds its way to Jesus. "Do I believe in Jesus? No, I sympathize with him. Do I believe the Virgin Mary? How could you not believe a ninety year old virgin suddenly getting pregnant? I mean, I didn't think that was possible, plus who's that thirsty to tap that?" And the topic turns to numbers and then the North Star and how good of a parent Joseph was when he wasn't even good enough to get his own wife that he registered for a used one.

Like I said, I sympathize with Jesus, which means I understand him and what he went through. Right? Like lil three year old sperg Jesus going around telling everyone he's the son of God because his step-dad hits him when he calls him dad and that's what his mom told him, and everyone laughs. He thinks with him. Then he gets a lil older. It dawns on him and his lifetime of traumas. Rumor is, he hit the bottle pretty hard around age twelve, and that's why we don't know our lord's teenage years; they make him look bad.

Want to know how good of parenting I had? Lemme tell ya about my experience with forensic psychology! No, this isn't about that bomb-thing that happened around age fifteen. Nah, this was with Dennis. I forget his last name. Irish, I think. But, the first time I met Dennis, I went into his office to see his PhD in Forensic Psychology from Harvard on the wall, along with many other trophies of achievement. He was still unpacking and settling into his new office. Said he had moved here to be "a patient's" therapist.

But y'know, time goes on. Some months later, we start a session that quickly leaps to the topic of "duty." I thought I knew where he was going, as the session went on, to eventually land on family near the end. The topic of my brother comes up. He asks why we don't really talk much. I made a movement with my hands, and he presses the question to get me to openly acknowledge that I was aware that people of different ages do different things. This causes him to say, I'll never forget this, he said:

Well, that's not a good sign.

Fun times. It's cool how I healed all that crippling paranoia I used to have. A heroic LSD n DMT trippyflip was the obvious cure, no, it was spiritual work to right the ship, dingus! But y'know, how does this happen? When a child, age nine, meets his first of many new moms two months after his died and it is an eighteen year old looking for rent money, you're kinda set up for failure.

Remember the opening scene of Shallow Hal? My dad got a fridge magnet around that time of my life (likewise, the same time he also used my mom's life insurance and my social security money on a 1997 XJ6 Jaguar), and this magnet said, "No if's, and's, or..." and was a row of stripper butts in thongs. He put it up and told me that was the meaning of life.

My father never gave me any life lessons. No wisdom. Broke me mentally. I remember riding with him in his Jaguar to my third practice of the day. I would run before school, do our school practice, then do our club practice. It wasn't always brutal. But, he would shit talk me, or y'know anyone, he always bitches about everything n everyone, and I would have the ticks where my body convulsed and my head jerked to the side. I was trying not to explode on him, because I knew he'd hurt me.

This is how you know God and the CIA are real. When you're the ROTC cadet that tells your ROTC cadre that your non-existent sister got you pregnant because you judged the wrath of your father more of a threat than the United States military while simultaneously being very well known by campus n local n state n federal police as the psycho who jacks off in his window, well, that's how you get seven-to-eight figures invested in you so you can stare at goats for a living. Also I'm totally not a cop. I think.

Who are the admins etc. the team. The magic makers.

I remember when I still lived at home - the home I grew up in where my old man lives with his new family. A lot went down there, but this memory is from before I joined the cult but after I started training with the CIA. I began my healing thirteen years ago with the start of my educational art project while guided by the aliens that lived on my laptop at the time, and this was about eleven-and-a-half years back, I believe. I wanted to start reconnecting with my father, as we lived in two seperate worlds in the same house. At the same time, I wanted to teach him something that I had learned from God; that being how systems evolve over time. So, I sheepishly asked him one night if he would like to play a game with me: Civilization V.

This is one of my favorite games, along with the Binding of Isaac and Minecraft, but I chose it because board games, particularly chess and stratego, were big staples of my childhood, having many happy and sad moments with him in these times. He agreed after I explained the concept of a grand strategy game. Things went pretty well for a minute there, bonding as he learned the game. We were on a team versus individual easy computer opponents, so victory was guaranteed just by the fact that we were going to produce twice as much science as these idiot clankers. He chose America, and I chose the Aztecs because I quietly knew I was going to have to protect him from barbarians at the beginning of the game, so free culture for me.

Obviously, we didn't complete a game in a night, passing my laptop back and forth on the couch in the living room for an hour or so. But we kept it up for a few nights, with me bearing his sarcasm that makes up the bulk of how he chooses to socialize just like his mother and just like I've been doing my due diligence in trying to heal from these last thirteen years. Then he accuses me of cheating; that I was playing away from him, to get an advantage...despite how we played on a team in a game I sunk over a thousand hours in. His argument was each time we started up the game, it was on me even though the turns, y'know, progress as Player 1>2>3>4 - whatever that option is called for playing on the same computer. He didn't understand that when we ended after I took my turn, then he took his turn, then I'd save the game after the computer players went.

I even showed him how I was saving it after he hit "end turn." No, I'm just a conniving fiend in his eyes and he can't see the world any other way. Senile is one word, but no, it's really prejudice my father has for me, whose audacious act of coming into this world ultimately coincidenced with his wife being taken from him. Truly, the relationship between Tywin and Tyrion Lannister mimics how my father treats me. In every God damn scenario of me interacting with this man since we've reconnected in the past few years has been accusations and snide comments and ultimately just treating me like I'm garbage that can do no good. And I was garbage at one point: I WAS RAISED AND TRAUMATIZED BY HIM TO LEAVE HOME FOR COLLEGE AS A COMPLETELY BROKEN SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN BEING!

Thank Christ almighty I had my mother and she taught me what love is. It's what compels me to amend these traits I inherited from him in my spiritual work and help others on whatever similar quest they're incarnated here for. Because, y'know, I've asked for some money here and there these past two or three years; y'know, for milk when things aren't working out, helping with emergencies, plus he sent me the money for a bike. And throughout this time I sent several gifts to him and my brother (>$500) while offering to do work online to help sell my stepmom's quilts. But y'know, looking through CashApp, he sent me $3,900 over three and a half years in the midst of recovering from the homelessness he caused when he first threw me away for the emotional dysregulation he also caused, and that's enough to throw a person his son away, obviously.

...meanwhile, I'm over $100k in debt to my life partner's father I have never met or spoken to. But then again, I imagine you have a lot more money to spare when you aren't forced to throw away so much on fixing shit your Karma breaks on you. Like, this is something that many people won't understand, because most people are stuck in the same loop/cycle of karmic rebirth in this illusion of a world and never experience life the way it can be lived. Growing up and living with my dad? Every week it was something new! The garbage disposal broke. The fridge started leaking. The truck's transmission died, again. Fender bender. Pipes bursting. Mold. Toilet backs up. Missed opportunity at work, lost a contract. Friend pissed him off too much, he said something that lost him that friend.

That's, y'know, what life is like when you shoot out your neighbor's kiddie pool in all three inflatable sections with your pellet gun in a stealth commando mission at midnight that you bragged about because their kid was too loud. If you destroy everything your son's deceased mother ever made him because he forgot to take out the trash, your life gets real shitty, y'know? When you make family cry because you stubbed your toe and said the most cruel thing ever, bro, all I can say is I pity you with what's coming your way.

Cuz, shit is wonderful now. Y'know, I had no money just yesterday, but I know I had maybe five dollars in points at the weed store to get a preroll. So, I call and ask what my balance is to be told I only have thirty-five cents. What? That can't be right! I fuss a second to be told that apparently they accidentally made a second account for me that had over twenty dollars in points. It was the account from my old ID...the one I already went through this exact scenario before, to combine the only two accounts I've had on a completely seperate occasion about a year ago to thus gain free money from an account I'm pretty positive had nothing in it. And this is just one of dozens of types of stories I have for when I have magicked weed with no money.

This one time, just after Christmas, they were selling those fruitcake candies for twenty-five cents a tin at Safeway. I bought a big bag of those and dropped them off at every one of the bus stops in the area. On this trip, I found an abandoned, completely unopened gallon of olive oil. Weird how the more you give, the more you get, y'know? Yet, Karma is even more miraculous. See, I had a slight cavity in a back molar around the time I met my life partner. It was super achy and annoying. Then I started taking care of this man who is much farther on the path of enlightenment than me. A few days later, my tooth stopped hurting. Since then, this tooth has sheared in half multiple times, leaving 1/16 of a very dead tooth exposed in my mouth. No pain.

Well, there's been literally a couple moments. The only time I ever feel anything from it is when I do something regretful, like how I started defaming my father with egregious lies in ways that could disrupt his personal and professional life. It turned into a real dull, burning pain, like all the way into the gums. Did not like that. I stopped. The pain went away. And I do so find it funny how it doesn't hurt telling the truth.

At the very least, I can't believe the person who posted this model didn't realize it looks exactly like female genitals.

But now I'm like , so our lady of Guadalupe has been a subliminal vagina this whole time.

This whole time and no one noticed ?!?

Alright, I need to write something. It's 7:30am, a day after the episode where I lost my mind temporarily and did an insane anger, a big one where I used a kitchen knife to carve out letters from my totally real and definitely does exist life partner because I assaulted him (...for some reason I was reminded of my first fight with Tyler...) and was arrested for this crime I apparently committed...where tf was I going with that...? Oh yea (sry have to fake stoopid), but I used a knife that could kill a man to rip up keys of this DVORAK keyboard I purchased with my own money on my singular debit card in my birth name that I alone used because my absolutely corporeal and living, breathing, existing life partner who definitely interned with the CIA whom I met in the strangest, most perfect circumstances when I was homeless to thus then acquire >$100k in tax-free finances to thus live indoors for these two-going-on-three years, that real human being has taken vows never to handle any money ever again.

...was that word salad to you people? Must be too complex of an idea. But no seriously, I've just about had it with this life. I had an awful realization, that if I kill my life partner, then I can die in peace, cuz then I don't got to worry about this lovable idiot going through decades of Hell without me. And I, the me I think I am, has literally negative intent to make that ish a reality. I want a good story, dammit! But y'know, I'm looking at the door I ripped off the hinges and punched straight fucking through to scrape a part of my arm around the elbow when taking it out of the door, and I say to myself, "Shiiii....I'm not in control of this fucking choice garbagoo..."

And y'know, free will is a skill, as my one handler in the CIA (Jux) hammered into my head early on, and it really comes down do "Did I drink and do offbrand, over-priced CVS Benadryl?" Cuz if I don't do that, this shit never happens. But if I don't wank it to the thought of utterly reprehensible and unfathomably depraved sexual fantasies with the legal porn on Reddit that doesn't need an ID for some reason here in Joe Arpagio's state he owns, how am I going to prevent myself from asking the cute 40-yo crackwhore flying a sign if I can nut in her behind the Dairy Queen?

...there was actually this very pleasant woman missing her front teeth who had what I might dare to call the beginning stages of that arousing-type of wrinkly boobs in a completely braless tank top that I went out of my way to give the five dollars I had that absolutely would love to rawdog and have been thinking about, but y'know, isn't it great my actually real life partner is still a virgin? But y'know, this rabid frustration I feel from my life partner who has, for literally the majority of our time living indoors together, actively and consciously tried to trigger me by doing things my father would do out of complete compassion to help cure me of my anger...

...because, y'know, when your father is the type of guy to jump on an eighteen year old two months after his whore AIDS wife died (my mom, whom he informed me I would die just like her for being irresponsible after he destroyed everything my mother ever made me (I forgot to take the garbage out; age eleven)), or get a fridge magnet that said "No ifs, ands, or..." and the joke being it's a buncha sexy women in thongs and you tell your son that's the meaning of life, or use your dead wife's life insurance money in conjunction with your son's social security money to buy a Jaguar to one-up your own mother who followed you to buy a Cadillac you already had, well, y'know, when you have a father like mine, it's only natural to have your entire life ruined by the emotional dysregulation caused by the hell realms you suffered in childhood.

But y'know, I just wish my dad cared about me. I mean, he cared a lot when I ran track and I was not allowed to be slow to the point where I was doing three practices a day and incurred some bulimia symptoms in my insane desire for bodily perfection. But now that I only do art and education and he doesn't get to be the cool dad anymore, he's thrown me away.

...like my literally real life partner has done with his mother, and it pisses me the fuck off that the most caring man I know is this heartless to his family. And yea, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY he has cast his mom out of his life; she is literally identical to my grandma in terms of narcissistic domineering. She told me on the way to court for assaulting her genetic and memetic product she shit out her pussy that the clothes I was wearing were the type she does gardening in. It didn't phase me because I'm an autistic tard and didn't realize she was insulting me until days later, but I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY my father cut contact with his parents to thus subsequently make me lose all five of my grandparents in the shitstorm of losing my mother over and over and over again (he told me once women are like kleenex; age 12ish), but y'know, you can cut me some slack if I rage a bit, y'know? This is why I drink, and likewise sympathize with Jesus. I understand the mother fucker, and if you don't understand what I just said, do you even know what the North Star is?

Therapist appointment earlier today. It's part of my title IX deferment, but I think therapy would be a smart thing for me anyways, y'know. We went over my insane explosive rage recently, mainly catalyzed by my drinking, but y'know, like Chernobyl was ultimately caused by the graphite tips of the uranium rods (amongst a long series of things going wrong) - because graphite accelerates nuclear reactions - there wouldn't be a big boom if there wasn't the uranium there.

…y'know, I hear some of the shit my therapist said in response to what I said made me a bit aware of how people ain't not doing a damn to piece together nonfamiliar verbiage. Y'know, the thing I have to do with all of you all the time because the average person is highly privileged to, as a joke I'll say, you all exist within the central finite curve of culture. You can relate to the people around you, right?

My therapist asked me what things I think about often, first bringing up my mom, and it's like no, you just blind-sided me with thinking about it, so I lost energy in my composure and deflated, which is why I don't think about her directly often. But I think of my dad a lot. Maybe that's why I'm angry so often. But y'know, really, I was kinda censoring myself, cuz what do I say?

“Oh, late at night, in a completely non-sexual way, genuinely because I have already masturbated at this point, but when my mania mind is going crazy, I think about, y'know, the mass wide-scaled terrorism I could enact and what is the best (re: worst) way to torture a child that would leave them most scarred for a very long life, as two small, insignificant examples of things that calm me down in a meditative way.”

Cuz, like, fuck. Back to what I was saying about the graphite and the uranium. Like, ain't none of these fucking problems I have would exist if it wasn't for my father's gross ineptitude. But, it is the child's mind that blames others for present circumstances. I take responsibility for my present circumstances despite the objective causality of what made me this way because this gives me the greatest power to make changes in my life to get to where I want to be.

We went over this concept where I ended up replying with how mindfulness is the most important part of this process because that is what allows you to notice those moments where change can happen; that each moment is a juncture that defines what future junctures we can take. The idea is to notice those times you cross the passage in the labyrinth or come across those moves in a Rubik's Cube that take you to those future moves that solve everything for you.

And as I left, he did a fun thought-reversal technique, where I had said I was happy I abstained from drinking, where on the way out, he flipped it to say “weren't you happy that you had a beer waiting for you, or what was that?” Y'know, he got my executive mind to go over what I said made me happy. But that wasn't actually what made me happy. I do that all the time, abstaining from substances. What happened on the way in, I biked past a man who wasn't flying a sign, was sitting out of the way, in my peripheral, but was very disheveled. God has been presenting these moments where I definitely do see a homeless person in my unconscious mind, but it's always a moment too late for me to make the decision to stop and hand them some money or food. It's 💯% God conditioning me to keep my lanterns trimmed; to be mindful and ready to spring at that split-second moment to be a good Samaritan.

As I blessed the man and took back off, I passed a man outside a restaurant on the phone. As I passed, he said, “Don't worry, forget about it. It's all good.” At the moment I heard it, I thought it was about the rage episode I had, and that helped me talk about it, y'know? But there's a message across time, too. On my way back, I passed an absurd number of lottery tickets on the ground, like two hundred. This was a reminder of a moment years ago when I got mugged in Miami while following the whispers of God. This was critical for my development and because of it, I had no problem eating out of garbage cans with my now life partner and I first met while homeless together. If I wasn't mugged, I would not have been in the place of my development to be ready to meet this man I love so dearly.

There are times God scolds me for drinking through synchronicity. But then there are times God tells me to drink, and has made it clear by unlocking my bike lock in the most peculiar way one time, magickally, to convey the message that He is disentangling myself from my “self.” For some reason, I'm reminded of my first conversation with Vince. We get pushed together when God says it's time.

My partner bought this duck statue for Revy's terrarium.

Requiring the imported electric vehicles to:

• Use the NACS charging standard.

• Use an open-source Linux base that allows consumers to modify their vehicle’s software if they choose, giving owners more control over their cars. Verified control over the entire software and data lifecycle.

Does this proposal make sense? Any additions?

My life-partner got drunk then spontaneously enraged again last night. Result: needing to walk barefoot around the neighborhood for a while, a damaged laptop, and needing to replace a computer screen. He apologized this morning. I think alcohol is consistent with times people become violent toward me, and isn't something I generally want to be around. I like the old Russian film Stalker (1979), and am reminded of when he pours the alcohol onto the ground, because it isn't an appropriate place for that. Though small skirmishes of violence still break out anyway, which fade into a sort of mutual exhaustion. It can be challenging finding people to watch Stalker with. Cigarettes are another subtle vice in the film. I'm happy my life-partner's been off nicotine for a while at least. I've also heard of the higher heavens free from strife in the Buddhist cosmology; want to be an influence in that direction & beyond.

Just emailed my states two democratic senators that leadership change is needed and Schumer and Jeffries must go. My house rep is a republican so no use on this issue.

If you have a democratic representative at the federal level, please take the time to email them.

Stand up and be heard, our democracy still depends on it.

I don't even know where to start but I guess a introduction to the topic: I wanted to see if AI video generation from your own PC has reached a usable state, and yes it has and it's sort of ignored by most bot AI slop dispencers and artist.

In this post I want to talk about the programs internals and all different AI all open source. Mainly for long form AI videos

The programs: A best way to start is introduce the open source programs used and what they are used for and how.

ComfyUI: Most widelly know, hated and accept mostlly as the best alternative to writing your own code. It's Scratch code for ai except 100 times more complicated breaks all the time and is slow cause it runs on Python. Their is no good tutorial no guide and because AI has become a tabu not a lot of usefull advice.

it can genrate everything except you need to instruct it manualy

Example: You set up the loaders Val- audio Val-Video The model Crop for what video clip generation. Ksamplers, Text promp Plus and minus boxes, Image refernce or a make a entire Image generator form text that transfers the Image to the Image reference that then gets transfered to the video that then uses references from the training the model you picked was trained on to make a video as accurate to the video text prompt instruction given.

This is a very very simple ComfyUI Text to Video explanation. It would take about a hour to set it up if you knew what you were doing.

Mago.Studios: A studio for the industry it uses referenes like poses videos already recorded blender animations and stuff like that. To use it you already need to be able to animate in blender it's basically a cote of paint on top of gray figures.I haven't seen impressive things be done with it cause it's hard to use set up etc. And it's not made for the common person. it shows with all the options.

And it's obviuslly a subscription service reverse engineered to be Open source

LTX Desktop: Simple to use limited just basic stuff. Comerial.

Maestro on Pinokio - It's probably the best because it dosen't melt your PC it has clear UI that you can understand. Can use all the AI models like ComfyUI but it's way way simpler.

Takes a long time. A lot of options for a lot of things complicated. it can do everything. A good middle option between comfyUi and the others

The AIs: Different AIs do different things almost all open source are chinese.

Main LLm to write with you is Qwen3.8 27B for this. Does the job best it's the most modern open source option. Gemma 4 31B.

Their is also Underdog Saluki that is a distilled Qwen 3.8 version making it faster and 7.8 GB from the 54GB it is. It makes it 20% lower quality when scored but that depends for what you will be using it for.

(I understand most people don't understand wht the B means what a distilled AI is or what I am talking about the basic is B is like procesing power. Different AIs have different processors so bigger isn't better if the AI you have with 1 Trillion Bs is made for cooking. Distilled is a guy grabbed the AI and quantified it and that is a whole rabbit hole. Best i can say bigger isn't better here. It depends how it's used)

MiniMax H3 - The big boy of open source video generation it compares to all the big boys you usually pay a subscription for. It's open source it's a good over all option.

LTX- focused on cynematics and more profesional videos. It's consistent and made for cynematics

Wan - it's alibaba's video generator and they use a shotgun aproach on Ai from tinny ais to big models. It depends best describes it.

You will be using Minimax for everything.

Images:

Flux or Moss

Moss is really good if writing is involved

Flux is the basic do stuff model.

Their is also qwen but it's really just there. For images their is a lot of models I can't really explain all of them.

Requirements: Most just need a minimum of 8GB of Vram. It's gonna take a long time no mater what you use. It's gonna break no mater what you use. It's gonna take you knowing the basics of animation writing and all that no mater who said otherwise.

A lot of the options are set up to work with reference not make stuff up.

My opinion of AI: It's alright. People who talk about it don't use it to understand it. Even the AI bros just google browser generators that existed way before all this. The bottom line is I ain't paying for your subscription.

If you want to know more. Brows Hugging face. This is a tech that is from the 80s we have been using it for a long time and their is a lot of things.

Not here to sell a damned thing. But seeing such rescues made me realize that I needed a water knife. Got a Morakniv (sp?) water knife for $20 a few years ago. Looks like they're $45 now (fuck inflation and tariffs!)

https://us.morakniv.com/products/flytande-kniv-s?_pos=1&_psq=water&_psid=822972814&_ss=e

Go go Swedish knife!

No point, slips under rope without hurting the animal, which may be YOU or a friend, weighs nothing. How about if a loose rope is dragging someone down?

It's just a cheap seeming blade, buy mine's stayed plenty sharp for 5-years. I've abused hell out of it, no particular care, take it on every water trip, cut hundreds of bits of fishing gear out the rivers, creeks and swamps. Also beat it up digging common plants out the sand and muck for my native ponds at home.

Was up against a log on a creek one day, ready to head out, there's my knife bobbing right next to my kayak, like it's supposed to. The cork grip has stayed tough despite being left outside way to much.

Anyway, you need something that's not pointy and able to saw rope quickly on the water. The life you save may depend on such a light, bright, non-pointy knife. Maybe there's a cheaper version of such a knife now?