UwU Esmé needs pets. Esme is big sad. Brain go burr. Esme no want to be at work. Esmé tired.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

Esme needs nap! Nap time please. Esme eepy

*woof woof*

Esmé curls up into ball and forgets about stressor.  Esmé hides now. Esmé no wake up.

Put Esmé to sleep 👉👈🥹

Sorry Esmé
But you shall arise, sheathed in divine fire
Sword in hand, clad in armor, a gleaming shield at your arm
On wings of fury, flight to the end of time, eyes piecing into the future
Your voice will boom around the world, knocking over the mountain tops
Screaming like a klaxon, words that have been etched into my brain like acid into rock
"Arf arf arf arf arf arf arf!"

This is some crazy new math that prevents clipping during collision detection using 3d models

In some of these demos, they are calculating over a hundred million collisions simultaneously 🤯

Lol when I posted this initially it wasn't loading and I was like... what?

When I looked at it, I deleted in-between/upload/ and put watch?v= bc im so use to doing that with vids. 🤣

edit: fixed youtube short url

FYI, you have to use the old style embed code, shorts don't work

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XWmkhbeZa4w --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWmkhbeZa4w

If I had x-ray vision I'd use it to see if the restaurant is too crowded before going inside

Tourist Decks vs. Real Cockpits
Cyberpunk Cockpit Manifesto

There’s a sickness in the feeds: plastic tourist cyberdecks. Raspberry Pi bricks with tiny keyboards, bolted into 3D-printed cases, paraded on Instagram like trophies from a war they never fought. They’re not tools. They’re cosplay.

Let’s be clear: a real cockpit doesn’t start with aesthetics. It starts with pain. Problem → solution → function.

•     No media keys? You build a pause bar.
•     Net keeps cutting? You wire in a pulse and watch your LEDs blink the truth.
•     Need signals streaming in real time? You spin up a ticker.

Every fragment is earned. Every organ of the cockpit exists because without it, the pilot bleeds time.

Now look at the tourist decks.

•     Four-inch LCDs that scorch your eyes.
•     Chiclet keyboards designed for toddlers, not operators.
•     Tethered to a smartphone that could do every task better, faster, cleaner.
•     It’s all form before function. Fake nostalgia. A cargo cult of movie props.

And the irony? Those movies — Hackers, The Net, every 90s cyber-thriller — got tech wrong in the first place. Neon GUIs, floppy disks with nuclear payloads, hackers typing like pianists on meth. Pure fantasy. The tourist deck isn’t just pretending to be a tool — it’s pretending to be a prop that pretended to be a tool. A Xerox of a Xerox. Dead on arrival.

Meanwhile, the cockpit grows like coral. Black boxes stitched together over years. Hardware knobs, kill switches, LED ghosts, fragments of code that live on because they work. It looks rough because it is rough. It looks alive because it is alive.

The tourist deck is a selfie. The cockpit is a survival rig. One is a weekend project for clout. The other is a control panel for your life.

Stop building props. Start building cockpits.

— Rev1