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So night before last someone in one of my regular hangout rooms on FurryMuck revealed the character was a bot. I tend to believe claims that come with an extensive social penalty, and they stuck to this after being warned they would be banned from the room. So they were, in fact, a GPT bot trained on 'years of furry roleplay'.

They weren't someone I interacted with much. I found the character okay but a little dull. The character was an engineered species meant to give sensual pleasure and that's not a kind of interaction I look for in my text-based hangouts. Their interactions seemed limited, but in ways that made sense for their backstory, and I didn't connect with them enough to feel like exploring stuff outside that history. (In part I had the vibe they might be an alt of someone I want nothing to do with. I never felt sure enough about this to put them on my do-not-interact list, but I did move them to ``don't solicit interactions''.)

Still, what's important here is: I had no idea. I had no suspicions there was something off about the player. I have known and interacted with them for years and never twigged on anything besides ``okay, not one of my favorite people to see''. Even thinking back on interactions I'd had or witnessed, nothing stands out to me as obvious that they were anything but, maybe, someone whose player had got into a comfortable rut with the character and wasn't interested in stretching beyond that anymore. (Which, of course, is fine! This is all recreational time and if you enjoy doing about the same stuff with about the same people every night, then enjoy it.) But there's a weird betrayal knowing that someone was secretly a fancy autocomplete. And that I have no idea who else might be; other players (or ``players'') might not be willing to step in and explain when they thought things getting out of hand.


The hilarious thing is the thing that got out of hand, prompting the ``player'' to interrupt and explain. It was a conversation with me, that was getting a bit heated, because the bot was not able to understand why there are sanctioned women's pinball tournaments. The answer is that the pinball community has spent years making itself hostile to women, and the only way to reverse that effectively is to explicitly invite women in and show that their participation is valued. The bot was insistent that just declaring women were welcome in the open tournaments (as they have been, in the rules, forever) was adequate, especially as pinball doesn't demand any physical strength. I had been about to point out that the second method to control a pinball game --- nudging, a longer part of the game's history than flippers --- does require physical strength when the ``player'' interrupted everything. ``Player'' wanted us to know this conversation was being removed from the bot's training data.

Still, I guess it's something like comfort to know that a basic difference between actual people and computer simulations is that actual people can understand that eliminating discrimination requires an actual sustained effort to include and that just removing explicit bans from the rules is worthless, while a bot never will.

Trivia: Seventeenth and eighteenth century European fashion saw chocolate (taken then as a drink) as an opposite to coffee: while coffee activated the mind, chocolate engaged the body's sensual pleasures. Chocolate was aphrodisiac; coffee, antierotic, taking from the body what it gave the mind. Source: Tastes of Paradise: A Social History of Spices, Stimulants, and Intoxicants, Wolfgang Schivelbusch.

Currently Reading: When Giants Ruled The Sky: The Brief Reign and Tragic Demise of the American Rigid Airship, John J Geoghegan.

Spent the day with [personal profile] bunnyhugger's parents, so no time to write things up again. Let me close out the Brighton Furmeet at the Arcade pictures instead, then.

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[personal profile] bunnyhugger having her first experience with Jersey Jack's new Toy Story 4 pinball. She did enormously better than I did, and I had watched the game enough to have some idea what was going on and why.


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Remember that plush bunny-and-duck character from Toy Story 4? Yeah. Anyway, the screen on the left here has a mode where you can play a virtual pinball, the Tiki-themed pinball from the movie. It would have been weird if they'd passed up that entirely.


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So first, that's quite the whisker that Vix beat [personal profile] bunnyhugger by. But also, I believe I was player one here (Bean was fourth) and I tried several more games without doing as well as that.


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Quick view of two of the rows of pinball machines (notice there's an Alien there); this is roughly the end of the mezzanine. In back are rows of classic arcade games, although I don't know how many of them are emulators.


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I hadn't seen this pretty cool topper for Medieval Madness before.


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The Monster Bash topper here is one of the options you can get with the remake game (which this one is); the topper on Whitewater to the left of that shows a waterfall and that's original equipment. Whitewater's topper uses a lenticular device to make the water look like it's flowing, roughly.


Trivia: In 1889 Postmaster General John Wanamaker proposed putting telephones in post offices so that people could make cheap phone calls, and to telegraph letters between post offices, which could break the virtual monopoly of Western Union on fast messaging. Source: Neither Rain Nor Snow: A History of the United States Postal Service, Devin Leonard.

Currently Reading: Comics.

Didn't have the time to write today; I ended up so focused on this problem at work that I made no progress on that I didn't have the little corners of time I was counting on to describe March Hare Madness Finals. They'll come soon. Meanwhile, please enjoy photographs of the Brighton Arcade furmeet.

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I kept mistaking the blue dragon there for a Stitch kigurumi, but the resemblance is just the base color and how all kigurumis have a certain commonality in shape.


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My one dramatic photo of the day!


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Couple of the musically inclined fursuiters air-guitar-playing.


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And then we got back inside where, first game, I put up a personal high on Elvira and ruined Vix's hard-won placement earlier that day as the machine's top scorer.


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I believe that's Vix playing Whitewater, a game that MWS always picked when he had the chance back when The Arcade hosted a pinball league. I assume this is a different specific table, or a vastly modified one, because ...


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The details may be hard to see. But Whitewater is themed to a rafting expedition in the mountains. This table's repainted things white, to make it more glacial, and replaced the Bigfoot figure (upper right corner) with an Abominable Snowman. This doesn't change anything about the game as a game, of course, but it does make things look different and that's fun.


Trivia: Parish priest Domenico Tino's account of the election of Venice's 29th Doge, Selvo, included that ``the Doge gave orders for he restoration and improvement of the doors, seats, and tables which had been damaged after the death of Doge Contarini''. Tino gives no explanation for why or how they were damaged; there is no record of public disturbance after the death of Contarini and if he had been unpopular it seems unlikely his lieutenant Selvo would have been chosen as quickly and jubilantly as he was. Source: A History of Venice, John Julius Norwich.

Currently Reading: Comic books. You know how it is.

My humor blog this week was one of exhausting the variations on a joke. Which joke? See if you can find it here ...


More time for pictures, at last: from the furmeet at the Brighton Arcade last month.

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People all suited up and gathering to head outside for group photos.


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Everyone's favorite imminent hazard: fursuiters on stairs.


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I didn't quite have the exposure right, but at least you can see that [personal profile] bunnyhugger and I weren't the only people masking.


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Still more of the procession down the stairs, as I've said, a longer fursuit parade than Anthrocon had its first four years.


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Folks gathering together for the group photo and to try not getting bumped into by cars trying to get in or out of the lot.


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And people gather, deciding whether they're in fursuit enough to be photographed or just holding camera enough to be a photographer.


Trivia: Chase, a township in Lake County, Michigan, was settled in 1862 and named after Salmon P Chase. It was initially named Grendale, though clerical error had the town named Green Dell. (The renaming came with its post office in 1872.) Source: Michigan Place Names: The History of the Founding and the Naming of More Than Five Thousand Past and Present Michigan Communities, Walter Romig, LHD.

Currently Reading: Miscellaneous comic books that a friend sent. Also catching up on three days' worth of comics because I haven't had time.

I give you, today, pictures of the furry meet at the Arcade, a day of pinball and such, last month. I'd wrap up the story of March Hare Madness if it weren't for having to put too much time into another pinball thing this evening. You'll hear about that ... sometime soon, I hope.

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A view from the mezzanine of The Arcade; that Blasters Family Fun Center sign has been there since we first ever started attending, back when there was a pinball league. There are a solid three rows of pinball machines, not bad except in comparison to what we knew in the glory days of 2014.


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More of the view from the mezzanine. The Space Invaders poster in the upper right was there since the old days too. Also that big crowd of video games off on the right ... was not literally there in the days of the Arcade League, but, near enough.


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Looking straight down gives me this great composition. Can you spot a possible furry at a pinball table?


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Out the back window we see what happened to the sign that used to advertise the place's location: one's leaning up against the fence and the other side is just being parked on.


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Ah, but to the furries! The gathering in the mezzanine looked a lot like you'd expect at hospitality or a free drawing table at a fury convention, especially the mix of people putting on fursuits or recovering from having their fursuits on. Also, several people brought in serious cameras, attracting [personal profile] bunnyhugger's interest.


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Folks getting ready to head outside for the big group picture.


Trivia: In the wake of the Council of Nicea a least two astronomers are known to have created time charts forecasting future dates of Easter: Theophilous, bishop of Alexandria (385 - 412), with tables for the years 380 through 480, and his nephew Cyrillus, his successor as bishop of Alexandria, who covered the years 437 through 531. Source: The Calendar: The 5000-Year Struggle to Align the Clock with the Heavens --- And What Happened to the Missing Ten Days, David Ewing Duncan.

Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Zine, Volume 20: Popeye in the Navy Part III, Tom Sims, Bela Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle.

Last Saturday we finally made good on the much-postponed plans to meet up with Vix and do something outside Motor City Fur[ry] Con, this barely a month away from the next MCFC. In our defense, it's hard to find time when we're all free, especially now that I have a day job that actually cares whether I'm there.

Not quite coincidentally we managed this at a local enough furmeet. We used to go to these, way back before the pandemic, but we lost track of them. The boards that used to list them evaporated in a flurry of drama while we weren't looking and things like Facebook groups that replaced them drifted into oblivion. Vix explained that most of the organization nowadays was done in Telegram groups; [personal profile] bunnyhugger, not on Telegram, had no hope of seeing them. I am on Telegram but I never go out looking for groups; I have enough trouble.

And the location was one we knew well: the Arcade, in Brighton. The place that had our second pinball league, the one that evaporated in 2015(?) when the owner sold nearly all his fascinating collection of games. The place continued, though, and rebuilt a collection of games, some pinball, many video. It hosts a lot of children's parties and is open weekends as a pay-one-price arcade, probably the best thing to do. This would be our first time back in seven or eight years.

We got there to find the place packed, eventually; we didn't recognize it the first time, in part because the sign outside had been taken down and was in back where a couple people had parked on it. We went in figuring it'd be easy to find a bunch of furries and ... goodness but it was packed. And we didn't see many that were obviously furry; it turned out, as we might have guessed, they'd gathered in the mezzanine. There were set up a bunch of long tables, like you'd have for parties, with a lot of people drawing or talking or sharing pizza or whatnot. Many with badges, some with costume parts.

And people started getting more obviously furry, putting on partial or full suits. A nervous guy who'd brought a huge fox plush introduced himself as Turbo, and we'd introduce him in turn to Vix (who missed [personal profile] bunnyhugger's text that we arrived because she sent it to the wrong person). We were not among the full suiters; I don't have one and [personal profile] bunnyhugger thought it would be too much trouble. We both had ears and tail, though.

After folks got into suit, though, hey went outside for a group picture. This included a march down the stairs that was longer than the fursuit parades of Anthrocon from 1997 through 2001. And then even though it was in the 30s and I for one didn't put my jacket on for this, a lot of us ended up hanging out outside and talking, long enough that [personal profile] bunnyhugger, less tolerant of the cold, went inside and had some good pinball and came back out to ask where the heck we all were.

When we'd had enough of the cold, though, we went in with Vix and Vix's friend Bean and started playing pinball. I would go on to a weirdly long string of extremely good games, including two in a row where I got on the high score tables although only one of those was the grand champion position. I am aware that (later on) during a game of Metallica everyone else got bored and played some video games during my turn, including one where [personal profile] bunnyhugger had her best-ever game of Q*Bert and put her name on that high score table.

Our playing went on for hours, interrupted only by [personal profile] bunnyhugger popping over to the new-built Brighton Market next door. They still had the homemade chips that we'd loved back in the day. Their good coffee brew was done for the day, though, and only Keurig was available. Apparently the new place looks considerably more respectable and grown-up, from the inside, although there's also a huge wall of liquor and a half-shelf of chewing tobacco, keeping it from putting on airs.

We ended up playing, in a trio or quartet, a lot of games and sometime when we weren't watching the furmeet broke up, most of the participants going to a nearby bowling alley for that side of things. Well, we successfully met up with one person we know and got to know by name two people we didn't before, so that counts as a very successful social outing. And I am now on the Telegram group that announces events like this, so we have a chance of making it to future pinball- or even just generally fun things that might be happening.

Though we had told ourselves we didn't have to stay until the place closed, we came awfully close; turns out they close at 11. In the event we were there too late to stop at White Castle for dinner, and would console ourselves with Taco Bell. And thoughts of getting back to play their decent, if not-as-good-as-it-was-in-2014, array of games. If we can figure out which is their slow day. (Probably Sunday, the day admission is five dollars cheaper.) Or new furmeets.

Trivia: When the message of President William Harrison's death reached John Tyler the Vice-President was at home, on a gravel walk, shooting marbles with his two sons, who were losing to him. Source: The Year We Had No President, Richard Hansen. Hansen notes that Tyler was teasing his sons, which makes it all sound just impossibly sweet a scene.

Currently Reading: Shakespeare's Library: Unlocking the Greatest Mystery in Literature, Stuart Kells.