Música: Encontros e despedidas da Maria Rita. Menção honrosa para Carry Me Ohio do Sun Kil Moon e Duk Koo Kim do mesmo.
Cor favorita: Roxo.
Trabalho dos sonhos: Na verdade é nenhum, mas coloquei música no geral, principalmente produção.
Animal favorito: Furão.
Personagem: Lain de Serial Experiments Lain.
Jogo: Burnout 3. Menção honrosa para Test Drive Eve of Destruction e GTASA.
Youtuber: Caddicarus.
Comida: Lasanha.
Sexualidade: Bi
I've been using esoteric filter in the charts but I still came across "known" records, I wonder if there's a way to see only albums with 0 ratings, not in lists, etc.
This is Momoko Kikuchi and I'm aware that the first photo was used in the compilation "Special Selection I". However, I found that there were alternative versions of the first image/cover but I haven't found the source yet. Does it come from a movie? A video? A photoshoot? If so, does anyone have a link?
Com tantos "artistas" usando IA pra criar letras, arranjos, vocais, músicas, desenhos, etc. eu só consigo pensar que a pessoa em si não tem capacidade e/ou habilidade pra criar algo.
É bem simples na real, arte nunca foi e nunca será fácil, sempre tem um preço e na maioria das vezes é o seu tempo e um pouco do seu dinheiro pra certos equipamentos.
Pra ser um artista basta você criar arte, não precisa ser mundialmente conhecido, rico, fazer uma obra prima, ganhar prêmios, nada disso. E parece que muitas pessoas perderam essa conexão.
Se você se considera artista e usa IA para gerar algo, desculpa mas talvez isso não seja pra você. Se você quer desenhar, aprenda a desenhar. Quer produzir? Aprenda a produzir. Quer cantar? Aprenda a cantar. Não é fácil, não é rápido e nem sempre barato (há nuances), mas se você não consegue aprender, não é pra você.
mas tá bem bom, como sempre
Especialmente a vertente romântica é muito boa, se fosse menos comercializado seria um dos melhores gêneros nacionais. É repetitivo? Sim, mas é um gênero bem feliz, não é industrializado como o sertanejo universitário. Pagode tem letras legais e melodias boas.
Se eu fosse criticar o gênero, diria que falta diversidade e exploração da própria sonoridade, do que é possível fazer dentro do pagode, como podem expandir, mas o público não se importa com isso. E claro, não é um gênero focado em álbuns, e eu prefiro ouvir música por álbuns do que gravações ao vivo.
Rockeiro e metaleiro são realmente muito chatos e eu sei reconhecer porque já fui um. Os mais velhos enchem o saco enaltecendo só as bandas da velha guarda, e os jovens se acham superiores por ouvirem música, aparentemente. Costumam passar pano pra qualquer controvérsia dentro do rock também. Ah e claro, fora a atitude "Rock Wins" que AINDA existe em 2026. Eu já fui chatão também, de pedir pra pessoa falar 3 músicas da camisa de banda que tava usando se não era poser, más lembranças. Compartilhem suas experiências com rockeiros chatos ou se você é um.
Só pra deixar claro que rock e metal são os gêneros que eu mais ouço desde sempre, eu só me tornei mais eclético e eu ACHO que menos chato.
Andei pesquisando na internet e o consenso é que se deve semear torrents baixados, mas para semear você não pode apagar o arquivo que você baixou, certo? Então como faço pra semear sem tomar muito espaço?
Pra arquivos grandes eu geralmente sem pensar já apago logo depois de instalar pra liberar espaço. O que vocês sugerem?
Recentemente recebi minha rescisão pq fui demitida e nisso tava pensando em comprar umas roupas, o problema é que é MUITO mais difícil do que eu pensei. Como eu sou AMAB, já fui orientada que as medidas para roupas são diferentes, então tipo, uma camisa GG masculina serve em mim tranquilamente, mas uma GG feminina nem sempre. Isso me deu uma raiva tão grande, ainda mais pq peso quase 100kg e em lojas online tipo Shoppee, as roupas mais bonitas não são feitas para pessoas do meu peso e isso me desanima muito. Já tentei dar uma olhada em lojas na rua mesmo e ou nunca tem G, muito menos GG ou é BEM mais caro. Um vestido que eu pagaria 50, eu tenho que pagar quase 200 na rua.
Alguém tem alguma orientação pra me dar? Eu queria muito mudar meu armário, vê se isso melhora um pouco minha autoestima, experimentar looks diferentes mas tô vendo que vou ter que ficar na skin de metaleirinha mesmo :(
Várias vezes já me deparei com vídeos de casais sendo felizes juntos, fazendo trend, coisas bobas, etc. E os comentários é só um monte de marmanjo melancólico pq tá triste sozinho. Sei lá, eu não consigo sentir essa tristeza que a maioria desses comentários sentem, as vezes quando eu estou já numa vibe mais depre eu até entendo um pouquinho, mas toda hora? Não é porque você não é feliz que todo mundo também não tem que ser, isso não existe.
Hi, so here's the issue:
As an artist I had rebranded multiple times but no name has actually stayed for so long, and while trying to find out what should I name myself as an artist I did a trip down memory lane, saw old photos saved in Google Photos, old notes, song names, etc. And then I remembered that the first girl I dated (way back in high school, back in 2017 i guess, 3 months relationship) had a very cool nickname that it's basically a shortened and easier version of her name, so I started going by that name (as an artist). Didn't think much of it but already was thinking like "is this correct?"
Time passed and I started slowly coming out and my friends at the time noticed that I made music under this name and started calling me by that name, with time I adopted that name and "officially" transitioned using that name.
So my question is, is it wrong to use her nickname from the past?
No, we don't have contact anymore, we don't talk, we don't follow each other. No, we don't have unresolved issues and no I don't feel nothing towards her for years at this point. Still, is it disrespectful somehow? Am I being insensitive?
There's an anime out there that coincidentally one of the characters have a eerily similar sounding name to mine, and also I found out that my name is common in other countries and there's even an artist with that name so I don't know anymore. (Not sharing my name, privacy reasons)
Here's everything I know about it:
- It is old (duh), highly likely that it is from the 80s or the 2000s. Unlikely that it's from the 90s.
- I remember watching it either from YouTube or the Internet Archive. Likely that it was from a compilation of commercials, rather than a standalone video.
- I don't remember the context of the commercial, only that it featured a woman, a very dreamlike blue color (that is featured in way too many commercials from this era) and a big star shows up or multiple, something along those lines, but there were a star. The woman wore full body clothes, including a hat? Likely a red outfit (including the hat) or close enough.
- There's a Toshiba commercial that is similar to my description and you can even find it in a thumbnail, but that's not it.
- Likely that the video it was from featured Japanese characters, or Korean ones. Keep that in mind. (Also, the word CM might come in hand)
I'll keep you guys updated if I remember or find anything new. Have a good one folks!
Eu me considero alguém bastante criativo e dedicado de certa forma, escrevo desde 2018 e produzo música desde 2021, atualmente tudo isso tá parado de uma forma tão brutal que chega a ser cômico até.
Eu trabalho num mercado das 12h até as 21:20h e meu ônibus só passa 21:50h, quando eu chego em casa, tomo banho e janto já deu 22:30h. Eu até poderia passar das 00h acordado mas não consigo, vem um sono muito pesado. Somando isso com as 2 horas de almoço e eu tenho só 4 horas livres no dia, nessas 4 horas eu só consigo descansar mesmo, não tenho energia o suficiente pra me divertir ou focar em hobbies. O capitalismo e o trabalho destruíram minha criatividade, meus hobbies, meu lazer, minha vontade de viver. Em 2024 eu tive uma tentativa de suicídio e fui internado, todos os dias algum enfermeiro ou parente via me falar que "a vida é boa, bonita, você tem muito que viver, é jovem" e aí quando eu dei essa chance pra vida eu tô aonde eu estou agora kkkkkk 22 no hortifruti de mercado com 4 horas livre, 6x1.
Entrei agora, faz nem 2 semanas direito e lá é desanimador. Essa palhaçada de querer ficar "testando" novato é um saco, várias regras que passaram na integração são quebradas diariamente, drama entre funcionários, um inferno. Moro com a minha mãe, então não vou chegar a passar fome se eu sair do emprego mas vai prejudicar um pouco a renda, diz ela que eu posso decidir entre ficar 1 mês ou 3 meses de experiência.
Meus colegas de trabalho (do meu setor) são pessoas mais velhas (60 anos) e 2 ou 3 na casa dos 20. Todos me falaram a mesma coisa, "você é muito inteligente/não era pra você estar aqui". Mas por que estou aqui? Tive oportunidade de estudar no SENAI e não consegui finalizar por conta do meu mental (olhando em retrospectiva foi burrice mesmo, eu não sabia que não finalizar esses dois cursos iriam impactar tanto assim a minha vida).
As vezes eu paro e penso "eu consigo ficar 3 meses", outra hora eu penso "cara, eu queria fazer X coisa hoje" e não dá, eu chego em casa e não rola, só é tempo pra descansar mesmo. Isso é vida?
Desculpa se o post não foi tão coeso, não tenho ninguém pra desabafar sem que falem "a vida é isso aí mesmo" ou "é foda". Se ninguém entender, mais tarde eu arrumo o post melhorzinho. Boa tarde pra vocês, paz no coração
Não ofender o amiguinho e ser respeitoso? Ok. Sem spam? Ok. Sem autopromoção? Ok. Sem rage bait? Ok. Proibido falar sobre transexualidade?????
"Ah, mas é um tópico sensível" mas só por isso não pode falar sobre? Juro que não entendo.
Muita gente usa o argumento de "ain mas eu sempre convivo com a pessoa com o nome morto, agora que "trocou" é muito difícil" isso é desculpinha. Várias pessoas que me conheceram antigamente ou que não me conhecem direito e sabem meu nome civil/morto ou me tratavam pelo nome morto se adaptaram facilmente sem errar ou algo so tipo. Alguns, *alguns* se recusaram a se adaptar e muitos outros tem uma notória dificuldade. Essa é a identidade da pessoa, assim como seria ofensivo seu nome ser Gustavo e eu insistir em te chamar de Cláudio sendo que o seu nome não é Cláudio, não é nome pelo qual você responde, qual se identifica, então qual a dificuldade?
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Entendo que tem gente que realmente tem uma certa dificuldade mas passa, não demora muito pra se adaptar. Passou de 1 mês e você ainda "erra" o nome, você só é transfobico mesmo.
Vou tentar ser breve. Recentemente FINALMENTE consegui um trampo como repositor no mercado, até aí ok mas os meus colegas de trabalho são só gente muito mais velha, na casa dos 40 pra cima e todos eles me falaram a mesma coisa, "você é muito novo pra estar aqui, tem que estudar" e eu me senti um MERDA. Eu sempre fui pobre mas sempre tive alguns privilégios e um desses privilégios foi conseguir cursos gratuitos e remunerados na minha cidade natal. Resultado? Priorizei minha saúde mental e disse "não vou terminar por X motivos" e não terminei. Resultado 2? Mudei de cidade, sem amigo, sem poha nenhuma, sem curso nenhum, currículo podre, agora é isso aí mermo, mercadão 6x1 horário tenebroso.
É só uma fase, mas pqp eu sou muito burro.
Hi, hello! I had a game changing experience yesterday and I thought I might share with you all. It is a bit of text but I think it's worthy.
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!!! ALSO TRIGGER WARNING ALERT: although not this post focus, it does include mentions of suicide and depression. !!!
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First and foremost, context. I'm a 22 AMAB enby who lives in Brazil. Discovering my identity is a very recent thing, so I'm still trying to figure it all out bit by bit. I deal with mental health issues ever since I was a kid, been diagnosed with depression and anxiety at a very young age isn't the best experience. Mixed upbringing, I always had someone taking care over me and providing me with anything I needed but there's still drama and trauma in there. Regardless, that's not the focus of this post... My mental health issues were always serious but when I look back at my past, it really boiled down to relationship and friendship drama, like 90% of the time. Don't get me wrong, it still sucked, it still hurt me and fucked with me in different ways but it's nothing compared to more recent times.
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School to me was a mixed bag. I had fun, made some friends, laughed, did stupid teenage shit but also experienced bullying, betrayal, humiliation. It's weird, I was liked by people (mostly), I knew a lot of people but still I was somewhat of a punching bag, a "different kind of weirdo". My friends never understood my feelings and our personality and tastes were very different most of the time. And while at school, I couldn't give two fucks about politics and social issues. I could (and I probably did) pretend I was into it, but in reality I just followed what people were saying, I was easily manipulated and misled. At the time Jair Messias Bolsonaro was trending, and I got to know him through memes, thought he was funny and started a "journey" being a right-wing. I have some screenshots and really old pictures saved in my Google Photos that reminds me of that embarassing past. I didn't had anything to say, I was just trying very hard to be intellectual and people warned me about it and I didn't listen. That lasted years. Out of all the people that I'm still friends with, only 1 of them has class consciousness, understands and care about politics. The other people don't understand or say they're apolitical.
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A couple of years back I started questioning my gender, I started to worry about my thoughts of "what if I was a pretty girl?" and that developed a nasty dysphoria. Eventually I figured it out and I had really nice support from people I unfortunately don't talk to anymore. And with that period of questioning, I had to participate in LGBTQ communities to see other perspectives and advice. While I found that, it also made aware very quickly that politics is something LGBTQ spaces do bring often, and with reason. I started to care about it, started doing research, following people who talks and explain politics and essentially I delved into the "real world". Before that? I was a kid, a stupid kid trying to be funny and a bit edgy, but not anymore.
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2024 was the year everything crumbled. I won't go into all the details because it's too personal and also too long, just know that world issues got the best of me. I experienced transphobia for the first times from "friends" and my own family. Overwhelmed while at work. Nothing was working, so I decided to just end it all. I had a plan but my will to just vanish was so much that I improvised, took as many pills I could, laid at my bed, put on a last song on repeat and closed my eyes. Everything flashed into my eyes, I relived so many things... Eventually I woke up, it was as if I was drunk, a lot of circles in my visions, everything twisting. First thing I did was call for my mother who was just close enough to hear me, couldn't speak clearly but managed to get an Uber and went straight to a hospital nearby and I Don't remember anything after that. Next day I woke up with many family members very worried and crying a lot, I was feeling... Nothing, but felt fine. Apparently I had really bad seizures, twitching, it was horrible to them seeing that scene, but I felt nothing. I was put in what they call a "Red room" which is for pacients who have their life hanging by a thread basically, pacients nearby me were in a situation that was hard to look at, so they deemed what happened to me as nothing short of a "miracle". Spent several weeks at a hospital and I was treated very nicely, everyone was so genuinely nice, it was comforting. I exited out the hospital with overbearing confidence, I was feeling happy, ready to start again. It went like this for a couple of months but slowly the wave of depression came. Eventually I hit rock bottom again, I was unemployed and no one wanted to hire me, I gave up on social interactions, gave up on my hygiene, world issues again got the best of me and I started thinking about a lot of things, why things are the way they are for me right now and eventually on New Year's Eve I said to myself, "It's 2026, you have the whole year to change your life, a complete 180. If you fail, it's over and make sure there's no turning back".
The thought was scary at first but slowly started becoming more "acceptable".
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And THEN came recently, a couple of weeks back. My mother told me that a certain place (here in Brazil is called a Supermarket but in the US I think it's a grocery store, not sure) hiring. I went to the place but I was just bored, in my head nothing was going to happen, I wouldn't be accepted, same old same old. But... No? They gave me a chance and the sooner I knew, I was giving out my documents and signing a contract. I got happy because finally things could change, but also a bit depressed because work is essentially modern slavery. The thought of wasting almost an entire day just working scares me, but I overcame it.
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Yesterday I had to go to the HR central in order to have a proper introduction to the job. It was me and 18 more people in the same room and a employee explaining everything. At first I was just minding my own business and not talking at all but that didn't take too long to change it. A girl sat right next to me and she had a very cool style (including her hairstyle which I actually did years ago), thought to myself "awesome" but felt that I didn't want to bother her or anything. We were all dressed up in winter clothing because it's freezing right now where I live and when she took her coat off, I read his shirt and it was a band shirt, a Limp Bizkit shirt. I thought again, "awesome, give it a compliment" and I built enough courage to do just that. "Limp Bizkit shirt? That's so cool, never saw someone wearing their merch, let alone in any clothing stores" - which is true btw - she smiled, thanked and we had a small talk, very politely. In my head I was overthink a simple interaction, "damn I messed up, I think I said it too cringey", my face got so red that I felt the heat on my entire head.
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Eventually I started talking more and more to the point that she also made questions, replied longer, yknow had an actual longer conversation. I wasn't being weird or anything, but my mind kept saying "you're cringe, get lost". I became very confident and started talking to other people, you know when you hear someone having a conversation and you want to just step in to say something? I did and I was fighting the fear of being told to "fuck off" but instead I was met with more conversation! After lunch there were a few people in the room and they were talking about the city and I stepped in a bit, eventually I had to share my experience travelling to a nearby city where I went through a transphobic experience. I don't know what happened to me but I just felt the need to share and not hide it, I expect laughter or something else but instead they listened, understood and shared their own experiences as well. The conversation flew so nicely that other people joined and now we are all talking about patriarchy, social issues, prejudice and suddenly I felt... Home? Finally, after spending years in my room with only the internet, no money, no major social interactions and everytime I would talk to someone they all shared very drastic views which alienated me, I finally met people that were decent, that had grounded views, that were conscious enough. That made me happy and I'm glad I opened up a bit about my issues and my identity, even though they were complete strangers to me and I could've been easily marked as a target. There was even older guy who wanted to step in our conversation, I was a bit scared but he shared a incredible insight. He shared his views of why bigotry is so stupid and his experience dealing with it as a black father. It was awesome, he said really beautiful words and expressed concern to violence and prejudice which watered my eyes. Another older woman also shared her experience with suffering homophobia, it was great hearing all of these people.
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What I'm trying to say is that where I live I don't have any friends and my family when it comes to opinions and social views they aren't the greatest, so I'm usually stuck in my room in front of a computer. Social media feeds me everytime with what is happening in the world, violence, bigotry, war and that sickens me. I don't feel like just ignoring it, but at the same time I also feel like I got fed too much info. But that changed yesterday, suddenly opening up and sharing your concerns with other people that feel similar things are very, very, VERY great! It actually feels like you're taking a huge weight off of your shoulders, you get happier, even more optimistic at times. I may not like work at all for multiple reasons but I'm glad I had the opportunity to meet new people. I wasn't expecting being in a room full of conscious and socially aware people, that aided me more than you can imagine.
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With that I'm just going to say something to you. I'm a poor enby with no money and no access to HRT, also not having a varied wardrobe, so I present myself as masc most of the times which isn't ideal to me, but I can deal with it. Unfortunately that is an advantage as people don't look at me, misgender, etc. But I'm not the happiest. I hit rock bottom multiple times, I have a collection of diagnosis, mental health issues, the list goes on. But sincerely, connecting with people DO work, it aids us, heal us. In a place in time where humanity is becoming rarer, connecting with people to think similarly is always a good option. Now, don't get me wrong, of course the world is still mostly unsafe, violent and prejudice, however there's still a lot of good people in it, so try to connect with others. Since I'm masc presenting, I have little concern towards my safety as usually people don't pick on me (unless if I'm on a skirt, makeup or dress) but this is only MY reality. So my advice to you is to always keep your head up, never let your guard down, protect yourself, be safe the best you can AND try to connect with others, primarily off of the internet. I love each one of you in this community, I hope you all live a long and prosperous life, I hope your wishes and dreams come true, I wish you all to be happy, I sincerely do. Together we are strong and in these dark times I think it's important to remind ourselves about that, we have a community, we must link ourselves, we must aid each other, we are going to overcome everything society throws at us. I love you!
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Tl;dr: depressed enby found solace through connecting with socially conscious people at work, am much happier now through this singlehanded experience. I advise you to try and do the same if possible.
3rd time getting all 120 stars in SM64, first time I beat it on an old smartphone I had, good times. Awesome game, great set and also some really challenging moments. I wanted to do a Subset so I choose Coin Collector since it doesn't require glitches, thought it was going to be easy and it was really really hard, but fun. First Subset mastery btw!!
RetroArch actually shows 34 hours spent playing, not 70. Don't know what happened there but anyway.
Eu moro num bairro bem fulera, em uma rua bem pequena onde as casas são tudo colada. O dia todo (e as vezes uma boa parte da noite) você só ouve vizinhos conversando alto, gritando/xingando ou as crianças mesmo gritando enquanto brincam. Chegou num ponto que nem meu fone de ouvido "abaixa" o volume deles. Quando eu gravava minha voz uns meses atrás as vezes eu tinha que esperar o pessoal parar de gritar pra não ficar a voz deles de fundo na gravação ou ruído.
Eu também queria melhorar meu canto e gravar mais músicas e eu não consigo, eu sinto vergonha de cantar alto e ouvirem e virem reclamar comigo ou sei lá zombarem de mim.
O pessoal daqui tem uma personalidade bem afrontosa, então eu prefiro não criar conflitos, mas que isso é um saco é.
Já ouvi vizinhos cantando aqui, não é sempre mas sempre cantam muito bem. Ou colocam o som alto (até a noite, as vezes), mas eu continuo tendo um bloqueio de cantar ou gravar minhas músicas em casa.