Hands from Viktor Kirillov... Can you put "hands from V. Kirillov" in the AI?... And you can also look at the hands from A. Davis in the AI...
Troitsky Andrey, powerful idea, Andrey! I didn't think to slap her hands on (hands off). The AI didn't think to either... But I slapped on another leg without a command, to suit my AI taste.
Troitsky Andrey, what a powerful thought, Andrey! It didn't occur to me to chop off her arms (hands off). The AI didn't either... But it slapped on another leg without a command, to suit its AI taste.
Alexander Chumakov, if there were four, it would be a mill, and you're Don Quixote...
Nikita Igorevich, Your Russian is excellent, Nikita! To Victor! And your landscape generations are also successful... Only they're dead... Don't you notice?
Alexander Chumakov, I understand what you mean by "dead," especially from a photographer's perspective. AI generations certainly lack the documentary quality and "captured moment" that photography provides. For me, it's more about creating an image, an atmosphere, and bringing an idea to life, rather than capturing reality. The process itself—from the idea and the prompt to choosing the best from hundreds of options—brings me joy. And, of course, it's gratifying that the result resonates with so many people. So, yes, it's different, but in its own way, an interesting form of creativity.
Well, Nikitmalyakaigorich, the same as Alehogovneich... He's been promoted here in the RD from the Ii... For photographs, that Ii is like a person with a Vich... But the master wears a scarf, whatever you say... and so what, people are trembling from their windows... His vanity is enough to make a mess, and what's more, to do everything he can... and what his Ii-niks are saying here... oh, heavens...! He's gathered so many letters out of thin air...and the result... one shit-tongue... I'm dumbfounded by it...
Ps... oh, he destroyed the shit-tongue... he must have been thinking with his head...
Alexander Chumakov, I understand what you mean by "dead," especially from a photographer's perspective. AI-generated images certainly lack the documentary quality and "captured moment" that photography provides. For me, it's more about creating an image, an atmosphere, and bringing an idea to life, rather than capturing reality. The process itself—from the idea and the prompt to choosing the best from hundreds of options—brings me joy. And, of course, it's gratifying that the result resonates with so many people. So, yes, it's different, but in its own way, an interesting form of creativity.
Nikita Igorevich, regarding creativity—no objections at all! Creativity is always welcome! And regarding the process—some photographers here choose not from hundreds, but from thousands of frames (digital technology allows). And yes, you're right, collaborating with AI is something entirely different...
Well, Nikitmalyakaigorich, he's still the same as Alehogovneich... He's been promoted to the RD here from the Ii... That Ii is for the photo, like a person with HIV... But the master wears a scarf, whatever you say... and so what, people are trembling from their windows... his vanity - like butter on porridge, or even from the skin... and what his Ii-niks are saying here... oh, heavens...! He's gathered so many letters out of thin air...and the result... one shit-tongue... I'm dumbfounded by it...
Ps... oh, he destroyed the shit-tongue... he must have been thinking with his head...
Troitsky Andrey, your impulse is understandable, But your verse, with its bile, is, admittedly, unpleasant. Comparisons with "HIV" and other evil currents— Are they worthy of the master? A dubious conclusion. "Malyaki," "Khovno"—perhaps you know better, But there is an audience, gifted to love Art is what a neural network gives, Where thought and prompting give birth to their flight. Vanity? Rather, the joy of creativity, When from code—a world for all people. Let the "master" look down, grumbling, But the new always burns, like that candle. And your current... it's here, I read the lines. Perhaps you're wrong to criticize so? The world is different, and so are views. So what now? Is the door closed for you? For me, the door is open.
P.S. Seriously, aren't you tired of spitting bile? Have I personally insulted you in any way? Everyone has their own path and their own interests.
Troitsky Andrey, your impulse is understandable, But your verse, with its bile, is truly unpleasant. Comparisons with "HIV" and other evil torrent— Are they worthy of a master? A dubious result. "Malyaki," "Khovno"—perhaps you know better, But there is an audience, gifted to love Art is what a neural network gives, Where thought and prompt give birth to their flight. Vanity? Rather, the joy of creativity, When from code—a world for all people. Let the "master" look down, grumbling, But the new always burns, like that candle. And your stream... it's here, I read the lines. Perhaps you're wrong to criticize so? The world is different, and so are views. What now? Is it closed to you? For me, the door is open.
Nikita Igorevich, For you, the door is closed, with your friend who parted with her camera on Avito... Let that be what makes her famous, and to help her, as well as you... Closed to what? You certainly won't understand....
P/s Seriously, aren't you tired of spitting bile? Did I insult you personally in any way? Everyone has their own path and their own interests.
Nikita Igorevich, I'm ashamed to waste bile on people like you... You didn't insult me, I'm offended by your photographs, which you pass off as photographs, misleading many photography enthusiasts who mistake your al-generations for creative photography....
Nikita Igorevich, I'm ashamed to waste bile on people like you... You didn't insult me, I'm offended by your photos, which you pass off as photographs, misleading many photography enthusiasts who mistake your AI-generated images for creative photography....
Troitsky Andrey, As for "ashamed" to waste bile—well, don't waste it, who's forcing you? But the previous comment kind of hinted at the opposite. Now, seriously, point by point: 1. About "misleading": Are you serious? I originally wrote about it in the AI description. It's listed under "works." If someone doesn't read the description, it's not my fault and it's not "misleading." 2. Thanks to you: By the way, thank you for your tireless "care." Thanks to your angry comments, everyone here (and the administration even more so) already knows that I use AI. You yourself dispelled any "delusions," if anyone had any. So what's the problem now? 3. "It's not the photos that offend": So, are you offended by the very fact that images created by a neural network exist, are published, and, horror of horrors, are liked? Well, I can't help you with that. 4. Ratings: Maybe the root of your dissatisfaction is that your undoubtedly masterful photos get few recommendations, and that offends you compared to others? So what does that have to do with me? I do what interests me. 5. Simple solution: if my work triggers and "offends" you so much, just block me. The button is available. And I certainly won't stop for you or anyone else. I enjoy the process, I enjoy the results, and other people enjoy them. Your opinion won't influence my work in any way. All the best 🙂
Troitsky Andrey, About "being a dick" about wasting your bile—well, don't waste it, who's forcing you? But the previous comment kind of hinted at the opposite. Now, seriously, point by point: 1. About "misleading": Are you serious? I originally wrote about AI in the description. It's listed under "works." If someone doesn't read the description, it's not my fault and it's not "misleading." 2. Thanks to you: By the way, thank you for your tireless "concern." Because of your angry comments, everyone here already knows (and the administration even more so) that I use AI. You yourself dispelled any "misconceptions," if anyone had any. So what's the problem now? 3. "It's not the photos that offend you": So, are you offended by the very fact that images created by a neural network exist, are published, and, horror of horrors, are liked by someone? Well, I can't help you there. 4. Ratings: Maybe the root of your dissatisfaction is that your undoubtedly masterful photos get few recommendations, and that offends you compared to others? So what does this have to do with me? I do what interests me. 5. Simple solution: I repeat: if my work triggers and "offends" you like that, just block me. The button is available. And I certainly won't stop for you or anyone else. I enjoy the process, I enjoy the results, and other people like them. Your opinion won't influence my work in any way. All the best 🙂
Troitsky Andrey, you know, resorting to direct insults like "stupid" is usually a sign that you've run out of arguments. Often, such unfounded anger and attempts to offend in comments are expressed by people who are desperately lacking positive attention in real life, perhaps feeling lonely or unacknowledged. It's a way to somehow provoke a reaction, to cling to communication, even if it's negative. I'm not interested in participating in such things. If such attacks make you feel better, that's your right, but I don't see the point in responding in the same spirit. All the best again))
Troitsky Andrey, you know, resorting to direct insults like "stupid" is usually a sign that you've run out of arguments. Often, such unfounded anger and attempts to offend in comments are expressed by people who are desperately lacking positive attention in real life, perhaps feeling lonely or unacknowledged. It's a way to somehow provoke a reaction, to cling to communication, even if it's negative. I'm not interested in participating in such things. If such attacks make you feel better, that's your right, but I don't see the point in responding in the same spirit. All the best again))
Nikita Igorevich, the conversation without resorting to personal attacks ended when I was told that my ratings were the most important thing to me here... I wanted to shit on you, and not on your non-photographs... that's all...
Alexander Chumakov, Returning from the chatter... What about VK? Or maybe they just waved some papers, knocked on the door with a tripod, and that's it...) Or is there some constructive thinking after all...) Well, like... Master, you'll never see freedom again, let your friend into the light of photo-god, don't keep your friend in suspense, do something for me and many others who are suffering (maybe him too)... It'll come back to you and even reciprocate... with what?... ah, with a righteous ruble and a rainbow tugrik...)
Alexander Chumakov, Returning from iidchat... What about VK? Or maybe they just waved some papers, knocked on the door with a tripod, and that's it...) Or is there some constructive thinking after all...) Well, like... Master, you'll never see freedom again, let your friend into the light of photo-god, don't keep your friend in suspense, make a favor to me and many others who suffer (maybe him too)... It will come back to you and even respond... with what?... ah, with a righteous ruble and a rainbow tugrik....)
Troitsky Andrey, well, it's not about the ruble or the doler... Everything here (the site) is based on the owner's enthusiasm. Judging by everything, the marketplace's business project isn't effective yet. We haven't seen any advertising, and there's no money coming from Russian users (sanctions). So, the only option is to rip your shirt off in front of the master... and hope for pity. That's right—freedom will be a thing of the past...
Troitsky Andrey, well, it's not a matter of money or money... Everything here (the site) is based on the owner's enthusiasm. Apparently, the marketplace business project isn't effective yet; we don't see any advertising, and there's no money coming from Russian users (sanctions)... So, the only option is to rip your shirt off in front of the master... rely on pity. That's right - you'll never see freedom again...
Alexander Chumakov, one more thing... Go out into the field, take your position, find your location, well, when you can see it from afar... They'll shout across the entire area... bang, maybe that's enough, bang, and then... bang...)
Alexander Chumakov, one more thing... Going out into the field, taking position, finding your location, well, when you can see it from afar... They'll shout across the entire area... bang, maybe that's enough, bang, and then... bang...)
Troitsky Andrey, maybe so, but the last time it was Marina Glebova who pleaded for Viktor. Back then, the AI wasn't so active; few people wrote texts in sheets (Viktor, Backwoods, Kaledin...). Now, the psycho artist generates texts in AI sheets...
Regarding the picture and the nonverbal information I received in the form of an image, being familiar with the work of V. Kirillov. = A plucked chicken, in a henhouse, demanding "give back the freedom of my feathers!" And then I asked the AI assistant to comment on this image = [u]—this is, of course, a picture full of absurdity and bitter humor. Let's figure out what she means.
What does the chicken want? The phrase "give back the freedom of my feathers" sounds like a cry for something lost. The chicken's feathers have already been plucked, and she apparently thinks their absence is the main problem. But here's the rub: feathers themselves are not freedom. They are simply her "clothing," a part of her body. Freedom for a chicken means the ability to run, fly (well, at least try to), choose where to go, and not be caged or prepared for soup.
The Absurdity of the Demand It turns out that the chicken isn't demanding true freedom, but something like the appearance or status it once had. It's like a man who lost his job shouting, "Give me back my suit and tie!" thinking this will restore his former life. Funny, but sad. Feathers won't let the chicken escape from the pot if its fate is already sealed.
The Bitter Humor of the Situation There's something tragicomic in this demand. The chicken, plucked and likely doomed, still clings to the illusion that feathers will change anything. It's like asking a wolf for salad instead of running from him—it sounds noble, but ends equally badly. Featherless or with, caged or not, her "freedom" has long been beyond her grasp.
Result So, when a plucked chicken demands "give back the non-freedom of her feathers," she's simply confusing cause and effect. She doesn't need feathers, but wings—and not in the literal sense, but in the sense of true freedom. But alas, without a chance of escape, she will remain the heroine of a sad joke, where the ending is soup.
Now imagine how painful it will be for the chicken to give back the non-freedom of her feathers...!? There you have it. 😉
Troitsky Andrey, maybe so, but the last time it was Marina Glebova who pleaded for Viktor. Back then, AI wasn't so active; few people wrote lyrics in sheets (Victor, Backwoods, Kaledin...). Now, the psycho artist generates lyrics in AI sheets...
Alexander Chumakov, and what rhymes...) What semantic loads...) What, damn, advancers, your mother...) But, time will blow it away like dust, don't doubt it, it's made from recycled materials... And to Kirillovvu – honor, glory, and respect... Planes are flying, there and then...)
Regarding the picture and the non-verbal information I received in the form of an image, being familiar with the work of V. Kirillov. = A plucked chicken, in a henhouse, demanding "give back freedom to my feathers!" And then I asked the AI assistant to comment on this image = — this is, of course, a picture full of absurdity and bitter humor. Let's figure out what she means.
What does the chicken want? The phrase "give back freedom to my feathers" sounds like a cry for something lost. The chicken's feathers have already been plucked, and she apparently thinks their absence is the main problem. But here's the rub: feathers themselves are not freedom. They are simply her "clothing," a part of her body. Freedom for a chicken means the ability to run, fly (well, at least try to), choose where to go, and not be caged or prepared for soup.
The Absurdity of the Demand It turns out that the chicken isn't demanding true freedom, but something like the appearance or status it once had. It's like a man who lost his job shouting, "Give me back my suit and tie!" thinking this will restore his former life. Funny, but sad. Feathers won't let the chicken escape from the pot if its fate is already sealed.
The Bitter Humor of the Situation There's something tragicomic in this demand. The chicken, plucked and likely doomed, still clings to the illusion that feathers will change anything. It's like asking a wolf for salad instead of running from him—it sounds noble, but ends equally badly. Feathers or not, caged or not, her "freedom" has long been beyond her grasp.
Result So, when a plucked chicken demands "give back freedom to feathers," she's simply confusing cause and effect. She doesn't need feathers, but wings—not literally, but in the sense of true freedom. But alas, without a chance of escape, she will remain the heroine of a sad joke, where the ending is soup.
There.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Wow, Aristarchus, speak of the devil! Welcome to another ee-sheet!
Alexander Chumakov, what rhymes...) what semantic loads...) What, damn, pro-advancers, damn you...) But, time will blow it away like dust, don't doubt it, it's made from recycled materials... And to Kirillov - honor, glory, and respect... Planes are flying, so-so...)
Troitsky Andrey, No, no, it's too early to bury Viktor Ilyich. The admin even brought back the psycho artist from Rezekne. Viktor is a virgin compared to him.
No one, including Troitsky A., surprised me... After all, it's a well-known saying: "Whatever the vessel is filled with, that's what comes out!" So, be bolder, gentlemen, and pour out your overflowing liquid louder. Hee-hee!
Troitsky Andrey, No, no, it's too early to bury Viktor Ilyich. The admin even brought back the psycho artist from Rezekne. Viktor is a virgin compared to him.
Alexander Chumakov, I was there too... drank mead and beer...) The death of KoshchIIv is in an egg, tell Kiiii ...
Nobody, including A. Troitsky, surprised me... After all, it's a well-known saying: "Whatever the vessel is filled with, that's what comes out!" So be bolder, gentlemen, and pour out your overflowings louder. Hee-hee!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Aristarchus, when a guy is 70, it's hard to surprise him. Believe me. This isn't about you, it's about Victor.
Oh, I opened it again, and I see... the house is empty and Kirillov is in it... room number six?... no... this whole house... Thanks to Chekhov for enlightening me...
Freedom, the freedom you deserve, is what they advertise here... I don't understand why one is in the bathhouse, while the other, silently, runs around the site like a mouse covered in shit...
Freedom, the freedom you deserve is what they're advertising here... I don't understand why one is in the bathhouse, while the other, silently, runs around the site like a mouse covered in shit...
Introvert (C), I don't understand? Double standards are our vaunted, proven European values.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Aristarchus, when a guy is 70, it's hard to surprise him. Believe me. And this isn't about you, but about Victor.
Alexander Chumakov, would you like me to teach you what to do to avoid pointlessly whining about your friend Vitya's ban, demonstrating your supposed loyalty and lack of a "smart" interlocutor?
I know you'll answer "yes," so I'll continue = 1. Show the Master the facts where Kirilov was useful as an experienced and knowledgeable critic or theorist! 2. Convince the Master of the usefulness of the sarcastic and show-offy behavior of users, of which Victor is a representative. 3. Before you begin steps 1 and 2, examine the creative output, looking at it through the lens of metaphors (meta-messages) and reading the meanings of its PI between the lines... If you find at least one piece there that isn't about Fshop-like show-offs, bragging, decadence, and an obscene desire for destruction, but at least some bright and constructive message to the world... Then proceed to steps 1 and 2. I already know your answer = ...go for it! Hee-hee! 😜
Alexander Chumakov, would you like me to teach you what to do to avoid pointlessly whining about your friend Vitya's ban, demonstrating your supposed loyalty and lack of a "smart" interlocutor?
I know you'll answer "yes," so I'll continue =
1. Show the Master the facts where Kirilov was useful as an experienced and knowledgeable critic or theorist!
2. Convince the Master of the usefulness of the sarcastic and show-offy behavior of users, of which Victor is a representative. 3. Before you begin steps 1 and 2, examine the creative output, looking at it through the lens of metaphors (meta-messages) and reading the meanings of its PI between the lines... If you find at least one piece there that isn't about Fshop-like show-offs, bragging, decadence, and an obscene desire for destruction, but at least some bright and constructive message to the world... Then proceed to steps 1 and 2.
I already know your answer = ...go for it! Hee-hee!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Slow down, please! I'll write it down! 1. Demonstrativeness. 2. Persuasiveness. 3. Prism-reversibility. You're proposing an overly complex algorithm. And we're short on prisms in our country.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Slow down, please! I'll write it down! 1. Demonstrativeness. 2. Persuasiveness. 3. Prismatic reversibility. Your algorithm is too complex. And we're short on prisms in our country.
Alexander Chumakov, I knew your answer would be exactly this evasive, but at least sincere.
For which I thank you! = A lesson for Vitka, and additional justification for the Master's correctness. Hee-hee!
Troitsky Andrey, your impulse is understandable, But your verse, with its bile, is truly unpleasant. Comparisons with "HIV" and other evil torrent— Are they worthy of the master? A dubious result. "Malyaki," "Khovno"—perhaps you know better, But there is an audience, gifted to love Art is what a neural network gives, Where thought and prompt give birth to their flight. Vanity? Rather, the joy of creativity, When from code—a world for all people. Let the "master" look down, grumbling, But the new always burns, like that candle. And your stream... it's here, I read the lines. Perhaps your reproaches are in vain? The world is different, and so are views. What now? Is it closed to you? The door is open for me.
P.S. Seriously, aren't you tired of spitting bile? Have I insulted you personally in any way? Everyone has their own path and their own interests.
Oh, so many letters and so many unbroken, unfrozen hearts... That's the bottom line...
Oh, people... wake up from your sleep and they'll write on the ruins of the photos... I'll be damned... they'll write a lot... your un-I-ized turds... but honestly, your names...)
Alexander Chumakov, maybe it's not the clumsy AI, but the author!? Hee-hee! =
Alloxa (Psigraphy), well, you can do it whenever you want, Aristarkh! And the text is superb! I'm guessing that thanks to your 5 terabytes of data, the AI texts are now error-free. The only thing left to do is teach your AI models to draw legs, arms, and fingers. The heroines in your AI masterpieces are mostly limbless. Good luck!
At one time, the slogan would have been "Raise the banner of Soviet sport" or "Five-year plan in a couple of weeks," but what does a lady in a bathing suit with three legs have to do with all of that!!!!! We need at least four. It's good that she's not without pants, though. And here I propose a different slogan: "Replace our intelligence with artificial intelligence!" By the way, the correct slogan would be "Freedom to Kirillov." Freedom not for, but to whom. Correct this and be more careful with AI.
At one time, the slogan would have been "Raise the banner of Soviet sport" or "Five-year plan in a couple of weeks," but what does a lady in a bathing suit with three legs have to do with all of that!!!!! We need at least four. It's good she's not without pants, though. And here I propose a different slogan: "Replace our intelligence with artificial intelligence!" By the way, the correct slogan would be "Freedom to Kirillov." Freedom not for, but to whom. Correct it and be more careful with AI.
Nikolay Semenov, OK, sir! I'll be more careful. But variations are acceptable here: with legs and with prepositions, since the category is appropriate. And one more thing. FREEDOM TO VIKTOR KIRILLOV - that's the right thing to do!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), well, you can do it whenever you want, Aristarchus! And the text is superb! I'm guessing that thanks to your 5 terabytes of data, the AI texts are now error-free. The only thing left to do is teach your AI models to draw legs, arms, and fingers. The heroines in your AI masterpieces are mostly limbless. Good luck!
Alexander Chumakov, who are you talking to when you answer me!? Some Aristarchus... Are you unwell? = Then here's some medicine =
Alexander Chumakov, who are you talking to when you answer me!? Some Aristarchus... Are you unwell? = Then here's some medicine =
Hee-hee!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Oh, my dear friend, you've called yourself so many names here. I won't list them all. I don't like Alloxa—it'll break my tongue. But Aristarchus was pretty good!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Oh, my dear friend, you've called yourself so many names here.
Alexander Chumakov, I "didn't call you one," but you suddenly wanted to... Hee-hee! You mentioned a clinic here recently... So yes, that seems to be the case. No giggles. 🤭
Alexander Chumakov, I "didn't call it that," but you suddenly wanted to... Hee-hee! You mentioned a clinic here recently... Yeah, that seems to be the case. No giggles.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), okay, let it be Buratin_A. You can't pronounce Aloxa. Babka_ru either. Anyway, I don't care.
Regarding the picture and the non-verbal information I received in the form of an image, being familiar with the work of V. Kirillov. = A plucked chicken, in a henhouse, demanding "give back freedom to my feathers!" And then I asked the AI assistant to comment on this image = — this is, of course, a picture full of absurdity and bitter humor. Let's figure out what she means.
What does the chicken want? The phrase "give back freedom to my feathers" sounds like a cry for something lost. The chicken's feathers have already been plucked, and she apparently thinks their absence is the main problem. But here's the rub: feathers themselves are not freedom. They are simply her "clothing," a part of her body. Freedom for a chicken means the ability to run, fly (well, at least try to), choose where to go, and not be caged or prepared for soup.
The Absurdity of the Demand It turns out that the chicken isn't demanding true freedom, but something like the appearance or status it once had. It's like a man who lost his job shouting, "Give me back my suit and tie!" thinking this will restore his former life. Funny, but sad. Feathers won't let the chicken escape from the pot if its fate is already sealed.
The Bitter Humor of the Situation There's something tragicomic in this demand. The chicken, plucked and likely doomed, still clings to the illusion that feathers will change anything. It's like asking a wolf for salad instead of running from him—it sounds noble, but ends equally badly. Feathers or not, caged or not, her "freedom" has long been out of her grasp.
Result So, when a plucked chicken demands "give back the freedom of her feathers," she's simply confusing cause and effect. She doesn't need feathers, but wings—not literally, but in the sense of true freedom. But alas, without a chance of escape, she will remain the heroine of a sad joke, where the ending is soup.
Now imagine how painful it will be for a chicken to give back the NOT freedom of her feathers...!? There you go.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), does it really make no difference to you whether you eat soup made from a plucked chicken or with the feathers still on? It's a matter of taste, of course, as in everything else. These "little things" that you overlook in your search for the truth, undoubtedly your own, are often visible from the outside. Try going without AI for a month while still being a creative photographer (you were able to do that before AI, right?), and then take a look at AI work from a slightly different perspective. I realize my advice will probably end up in the trash, but I thought I'd offer it. Maybe you'll find it interesting.
At one time, the slogan would have been "Raise the banner of Soviet sport higher" or "Five-year plan in a couple of weeks," but what does a lady in a bathing suit with three legs have to do with all of that!!!!! We need at least four. It's good that she's not without pants, though. And here I propose a different slogan: "Replace our intelligence with artificial intelligence!" By the way, the correct slogan would be "Freedom to Kirillov." Freedom not for, but to whom. Correct it and be more careful with AI.
Nikolay Semenov, jokes aside, the world is moving very quickly toward this replacement. And regarding "to" and "for" - an oxymoron should be present in such "details" (the last cucumber should be cut).
Alexander, why don't you delight us with your work anymore? I understand your position, but your subscribers have nothing to do with it. Come on, I've watched your work several times and am looking forward to more!
Alexander, why don't you delight us with your work anymore? I understand your position, but your subscribers have nothing to do with it. Come on, I've looked through your work several times and am looking forward to more!
Liliya M, I've been taking fewer photos; there aren't enough suitable ones for publication, and the psychographics are always turning out to be worthless. Yes, thank you for stopping by. Good luck with your creative endeavors, Liliya!
Alexander, why don't you delight us with your work anymore? I understand your position, but your subscribers have nothing to do with it. Come on, I've watched your work several times, I'm waiting for more!
Liliya M, his subscribers are very much to blame!
Thanks to you, he's churned out so much garbage that he almost started believing his high rating himself. Give the man time to recover from his former self... No need to threaten him with all sorts of "vendettas"! Hee-hee! 😘
Liliya M, his subscribers are very much to blame! Thanks to you, he's churned out so much garbage that he almost started believing his own high rating. Give the man a chance to come to his senses, to escape his former self... No need to scare him with all sorts of "vendettas"! Hee-hee!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), wow, what a psych-hee-hee theorist! Yeah, it wouldn't hurt for a psi-theorist to take a look at his psi-kingdom of the dead from the outside.
Liliya M, you've churned out so much garbage that I almost couldn't believe my own high rating.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), are you bothered by someone else's rating? Are you upset? Get a camera and just take some photos. Show me what you've got. No, not that psy-a-dead stuff, just regular photos... Maybe your rating will start to rise.
Alexander, why don't you delight us with your work anymore? I understand your position, but your subscribers have nothing to do with it. Come on, I've already... I've reviewed your work several times, and I'm waiting for more!
Liliya M, Lilya, have you noticed that many authors have "lost the desire" to post their photos here, despite their subscribers' expectations? The site has become a regular Yandex, without discussion (except for Alyoshka's insinuations), it's not interesting.
Liliya M, Lilya, have you noticed that many authors have "lost the desire" to post their photos here, despite subscribers' expectations? The site has become a regular Yandex, without discussions (except for Alyoshka's insinuations), it's not interesting.
Boris Gurevich, I agree with you, but the problem is that discussions often degenerate into verbal brawls. I'd like to point you out as an example of someone who can manage censorship boundaries and diplomatically handle criticism.
Boris Gurevich, I agree with you, but the thing is that discussions often degenerate into verbal sparring. I'd like to cite you as an example of someone who can manage censorship boundaries and diplomatically deliver criticism.
Liliya M, Don't use me as an example. Only mentally disturbed people suffer from verbal sparring on a photo site (I don't want to repeat myself). Mostly, no one is seriously affected, but on the other hand, thought and energy emerge (not always), and that's what we come here for. Think about what's more important: interest or today's emasculation.
Alloxa (Psigraphy), Are you haunted by someone else's rating? Are you upset? Grab a camera and just take some photos. Show them what you've got. No, not that psy-a-dead stuff, just regular photos... Maybe your rating will start to rise.
Alexander Chumakov, I may be a moron, but I'm not an idiot... to take ratings seriously on a deeply amateur site where ratings directly depend on the recommendations and activity of the authors. And now = a brain test, as a reason to draw conclusions = Why didn't almost forty percent of your recommendations return in response to your "masterpieces"!? Hee-hee! P.S. I don't recommend you even try to apply this same method to my statistics! = The realization that you've been actively deceiving yourself for so many years won't heal with any tears or hee-hee! = Reality is merciless to those as naive and simple as you. Hee hee! 😜
I'd like to cite you as an example of someone who can manage censorship boundaries and diplomatically present criticism.
Liliya M, is this what you meant by "present criticism diplomatically,"
apart from Alyoshka's insinuations
? Hee hee!
And the roots of the FC's loss of popularity lie in Boryusya's sabotage with the introduction of ZhiRek, which undermined faith in local justice! + an outdated, honeyed rating system! + the inaccurate "New diary entries" caption on the main page, with dates from five years ago... Which feels like a "death notice"! Hee hee! 😉
Alexander Chumakov, I may be a moron, but I'm not an idiot... to take seriously a ratings game on a deeply amateur site, where ratings directly depend on the recommendations and activity of the authors. And now = a brain test, as a reason to draw conclusions = Why didn't almost forty percent of your recommendations return in response to your "masterpieces"!? Hee-hee! P.S. I don't recommend you even try to apply this same method to my statistics! = The realization that you've been actively deceiving yourself for so many years won't heal with any tears or hee-hee! = Reality is merciless to those as naive and simple as you. Hee-hee!
Alloxa (Psigraphy), I wasn't interested in your statistics before... why... I simply and naively don't understand...
Alloxa (Psigraphy), yeah, there's something wrong with the blogs, we'll fix it.
Master, yeah, after such epithets about the site: "roots of loss of popularity" "sabotage of implementation" "undermined faith" "outdated" "honey rating system" "inconsistent with reality" "death notice"! Hee-hee! The guy is very eloquent...
Can you type "from V.Kirillov's hands" into the AI?...
And you can also look at A.Davis's hands from the AI...
She only has three legs,
that's not a tail at all behind her,
and don't touch her,
because she's Don Quixote - Don Quixote!
The devil's cat came to AI
And yelled in a rage,
It's better for a cat... to have three tails...
And fuck those legs...
https://imgur.com/a/py3HTqn
https://imgur.com/a/kjWBAzb
The process itself—from the idea and the prompt to choosing the best from hundreds of options—brings me joy. And, of course, it's gratifying that the result resonates with so many people.
So, yes, it's different, but in its own way, an interesting form of creativity.
He's been promoted here in the RD from the Ii...
For photographs, that Ii is like a person with a Vich...
But the master wears a scarf, whatever you say...
and so what, people are trembling from their windows...
His vanity is enough to make a mess, and what's more, to do everything he can...
and what his Ii-niks are saying here... oh, heavens...!
He's gathered so many letters out of thin air...and the result... one shit-tongue... I'm dumbfounded by it...
Ps... oh, he destroyed the shit-tongue... he must have been thinking with his head...
But your verse, with its bile, is, admittedly, unpleasant. Comparisons with "HIV" and other evil currents—
Are they worthy of the master? A dubious conclusion.
"Malyaki," "Khovno"—perhaps you know better,
But there is an audience, gifted to love
Art is what a neural network gives,
Where thought and prompting give birth to their flight.
Vanity? Rather, the joy of creativity,
When from code—a world for all people.
Let the "master" look down, grumbling,
But the new always burns, like that candle.
And your current... it's here, I read the lines.
Perhaps you're wrong to criticize so?
The world is different, and so are views. So what now?
Is the door closed for you? For me, the door is open.
P.S. Seriously, aren't you tired of spitting bile? Have I personally insulted you in any way? Everyone has their own path and their own interests.
For you, the door is closed, with your friend who parted with her camera on Avito...
Let that be what makes her famous, and to help her, as well as you...
Closed to what? You certainly won't understand....
You didn't insult me, I'm offended by your photographs, which you pass off as photographs, misleading many photography enthusiasts who mistake your al-generations for creative photography....
But the previous comment kind of hinted at the opposite.
Now, seriously, point by point:
1. About "misleading": Are you serious? I originally wrote about it in the AI description. It's listed under "works." If someone doesn't read the description, it's not my fault and it's not "misleading."
2. Thanks to you: By the way, thank you for your tireless "care." Thanks to your angry comments, everyone here (and the administration even more so) already knows that I use AI. You yourself dispelled any "delusions," if anyone had any. So what's the problem now?
3. "It's not the photos that offend": So, are you offended by the very fact that images created by a neural network exist, are published, and, horror of horrors, are liked? Well, I can't help you with that.
4. Ratings: Maybe the root of your dissatisfaction is that your undoubtedly masterful photos get few recommendations, and that offends you compared to others? So what does that have to do with me? I do what interests me.
5. Simple solution: if my work triggers and "offends" you so much, just block me. The button is available.
And I certainly won't stop for you or anyone else. I enjoy the process, I enjoy the results, and other people enjoy them. Your opinion won't influence my work in any way.
All the best 🙂
Often, such unfounded anger and attempts to offend in comments are expressed by people who are desperately lacking positive attention in real life, perhaps feeling lonely or unacknowledged. It's a way to somehow provoke a reaction, to cling to communication, even if it's negative.
I'm not interested in participating in such things. If such attacks make you feel better, that's your right, but I don't see the point in responding in the same spirit. All the best again))
I wanted to shit on you, and not on your non-photographs... that's all...
Returning from the chatter...
What about VK? Or maybe they just waved some papers, knocked on the door with a tripod, and that's it...)
Or is there some constructive thinking after all...)
Well, like... Master, you'll never see freedom again, let your friend into the light of photo-god, don't keep your friend in suspense, do something for me and many others who are suffering (maybe him too)... It'll come back to you and even reciprocate... with what?... ah, with a righteous ruble and a rainbow tugrik...)
Go out into the field, take your position, find your location, well, when you can see it from afar...
They'll shout across the entire area... bang, maybe that's enough, bang, and then... bang...)
And then I asked the AI assistant to comment on this image =
[u]—this is, of course, a picture full of absurdity and bitter humor. Let's figure out what she means.
What does the chicken want?
The phrase "give back the freedom of my feathers" sounds like a cry for something lost. The chicken's feathers have already been plucked, and she apparently thinks their absence is the main problem. But here's the rub: feathers themselves are not freedom. They are simply her "clothing," a part of her body. Freedom for a chicken means the ability to run, fly (well, at least try to), choose where to go, and not be caged or prepared for soup.
The Absurdity of the Demand
It turns out that the chicken isn't demanding true freedom, but something like the appearance or status it once had. It's like a man who lost his job shouting, "Give me back my suit and tie!" thinking this will restore his former life. Funny, but sad. Feathers won't let the chicken escape from the pot if its fate is already sealed.
The Bitter Humor of the Situation
There's something tragicomic in this demand. The chicken, plucked and likely doomed, still clings to the illusion that feathers will change anything. It's like asking a wolf for salad instead of running from him—it sounds noble, but ends equally badly. Featherless or with, caged or not, her "freedom" has long been beyond her grasp.
Result
So, when a plucked chicken demands "give back the non-freedom of her feathers," she's simply confusing cause and effect. She doesn't need feathers, but wings—and not in the literal sense, but in the sense of true freedom. But alas, without a chance of escape, she will remain the heroine of a sad joke, where the ending is soup.
Now imagine how painful it will be for the chicken to give back the non-freedom of her feathers...!?
There you have it. 😉
But, time will blow it away like dust, don't doubt it, it's made from recycled materials...
And to Kirillovvu – honor, glory, and respect... Planes are flying, there and then...)
😘
I was there too... drank mead and beer...)
The death of KoshchIIv is in an egg, tell Kiiii ...
Alexander Chumakov, Pilya... he wasn't even giggling... Well, this probably doesn't bode well... just in case... rest in peace....
I know you'll answer "yes," so I'll continue =
1. Show the Master the facts where Kirilov was useful as an experienced and knowledgeable critic or theorist!
2. Convince the Master of the usefulness of the sarcastic and show-offy behavior of users, of which Victor is a representative.
3. Before you begin steps 1 and 2, examine the creative output, looking at it through the lens of metaphors (meta-messages) and reading the meanings of its PI between the lines... If you find at least one piece there that isn't about Fshop-like show-offs, bragging, decadence, and an obscene desire for destruction, but at least some bright and constructive message to the world... Then proceed to steps 1 and 2.
I already know your answer = ...go for it! Hee-hee! 😜
For which I thank you! = A lesson for Vitka, and additional justification for the Master's correctness.
Hee-hee!
Oh, people... wake up from your sleep and they'll write on the ruins of the photos... I'll be damned... they'll write a lot... your un-I-ized turds... but honestly, your names...)
FREEDOM TO VIKTOR KIRILLOV - that's the right thing to do!
Then here's some medicine =
Hee hee!
😘
You mentioned a clinic here recently... So yes, that seems to be the case. No giggles. 🤭
Thanks to you, he's churned out so much garbage that he almost started believing his high rating himself.
Give the man time to recover from his former self... No need to threaten him with all sorts of "vendettas"! Hee-hee! 😘
And now = a brain test, as a reason to draw conclusions = Why didn't almost forty percent of your recommendations return in response to your "masterpieces"!? Hee-hee!
P.S. I don't recommend you even try to apply this same method to my statistics! = The realization that you've been actively deceiving yourself for so many years won't heal with any tears or hee-hee! = Reality is merciless to those as naive and simple as you. Hee hee!
😜
And the roots of the FC's loss of popularity lie in Boryusya's sabotage with the introduction of ZhiRek, which undermined faith in local justice! + an outdated, honeyed rating system! + the inaccurate "New diary entries" caption on the main page, with dates from five years ago... Which feels like a "death notice"! Hee hee! 😉
"roots of loss of popularity"
"sabotage of implementation"
"undermined faith"
"outdated"
"honey rating system"
"inconsistent with reality"
"death notice"! Hee-hee!
The guy is very eloquent...