Musings on WAX tools, plans for community engagement, riffraff, and assorted bric-a-brac.
An Author’s Perspective on the Ethics of AI Illustration By Nick Tantillo Want to know why artists hate and fear AI? Tools like Midjourney, DALL-E, and Stable Diffusion are the proverbial bull in a china [...]
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Since it costs almost nothing to sell somebody an NFT on WAX, I thought why not help somebody out? This works almost exactly like the NFT Tip Jar here. Rather than explain it again, you [...]
Software and tools developed for the GOO GOONS Onboarding NFTs.
“Everybody Eats.” -Bret Blackberg ComicsThe WAX community takes care of each other. When one of us climbs, they help others follow. Let’s all succeed, together.
“Everybody Eats.” -Bret Blackberg Comics
The WAX community takes care of each other. When one of us climbs, they help others follow. Let’s all succeed, together.
WAX NFT Comics Written and Illustrated by me are available in The Bone Shop!
If you’re looking for a more traditional ebook experience, I have the same books available on Ko-Fi!
I’m a solo dev named Nick and my goal is to make WAX tools for other creators to enhance their collections. If you like what I’m doing here, you could always…
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“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
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Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality.
We slowly drove- He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility-
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess- in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain- We passed the Setting Sun-
Or rather- He passed us- The Dews drew quivering and chill- For only Gossamer, my Gown- My Tippet- only Tulle-
We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The Cornice- in the Ground-
Since then- ’tis Centuries- and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity-