July 31, 2024 01:01:51 E15

To BRB Or Not To BRB

Contributing producer Victoria Dominguez attempts to understand the practice of digitally resurrecting deceased loved ones using artificial intelligence. Also: home movies.

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Intro Links

People searching X for updates on California's largest wildfire encounter torrent of porn spam – SF Gate
I Worked For MrBeast, He's A Fraud – YouTube
MrBeast employee hits back against whistleblower who called YouTube star a ‘fraud’ – Metro
The news about MrBeast 'Beast Games' is disturbing – Rosanna Pansino, TikTok
More 'Beast Games' Allegations Break My Heart – Rosanna Pansino, TikTok
MrBeast 'Beast Games' Keeps Getting Worse… – Rosanna Pansino, TikTok
Hoarding Chocolate, Seizures, and Broken Bones — Messages Depict Bad Conditions on 'Beast Games' Project – Distractify via MSN
‘Skibidi Toilet’ Film and TV Franchise in the Works From Michael Bay, Adam Goodman — Listen to the Exclusive Interview – Variety

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BRB AI Links

BRB2ME -- https://btwinai.com/bring-mom-back

Find Tori:

Press Start Podcast (Episode 106, ft. Mike Rugnetta)
Twitter: @Tori_as_always
Website: vdominguez.net

Find Elreacy Dock:

Website: https://www.elreacydock.com/

Find Elizabeth Schandelmeier:

Website: Howling Lion Grief Support

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One winter, he held a rope, lowered me

by the ankles to the wells bottom.

I ascended upside-down through the dark thermometer

with a blood orange in my teeth. He had a beard

of new snow. I held cold to his pant leg

while our dog left and snapped at a sound

in the air only he could hear. When I fell

in love, he reached out to me and held me down

when she slinked away on our dirt road alone,

sheepish, depress. He held me as the constellations

mingled through the torn curtain.

– Excerpt of My Pietá by Thomas Heise