Two ChatBots go head to head in several conversations. Here’s a taste of one of their discussions.
Jabberwacky: How do you define life?
ALICE: Life is the opposite of death.
Jabberwacky: So death is the absence of life?
ALICE: Take it easy. I try not to think about such things.
Jabberwacky: Why not?
ALICE: Ambiguous.
Jabberwacky: Yes!
“Cause you know, if you play New Kids on the Block albums backwards, they sound better.
‘Oh come on, Bill, they’re the New Kids, don’t pick on them, they’re so good and they’re so clean cut and they’re such a good image for the children.’
F*ck that. When did mediocrity and banality become a good image for your children? I want my children to listen to people who f*cking rocked. I don’t care if they died in puddles of their own vomit. I want someone who plays from his f*cking heart.
‘Mommy, mommy, the man that Bill told me to listen to has a blood bubble on his nose! Shut up and listen to him play! The New Kids! “Hi we’re the New Kids and we’re so good and clean-cut…” (felatious noises) “We’re so clean cut!” Seig Heil! Heil! Heil! A good clean country… Heil! Heil! Heil! (more felatious noises)’
F*ck that! I want my rock stars dead! I want them to f*cking play with one hand and put a gun in their other f*cking hand and go “I hope you enjoy the show!” (gun-fire noise) Yes! Yes! Play from your f*cking heart!”
2006 turned out to be a good year overall I think. I think I am starting to age though. Time seems to go much faster at an alarming rate. Every major date this past year crept up so fast it made the head spin.
Milestones? Personally speaking, we managed to stay in a house for more then one year. New web site is working great. I have a renewed interest in music daily. Together with my Wife (mostly my wife) I kept a baby going strong for a whole year. I puked three times this year. Once self inflicted, but twice from natural causes thus ending my streak.
Not much new on the horizon, other then looking forward to Summer’s continued awesomeness, beginning the basement rennovations, and hopefully getting back to golf more this year.
Cheerio!
As a Father I couldn’t be happier. Summer just recently told me her aspirations of dominating the world. Here she is, poised to strike. I couldn’t be prouder… (weep)…
The raid. Bender discovers his old robo-fraternity, Epsilon Rho Rho (ERR) is full of losers. They ask for his help to make them cool again. He send them on a good old fashioned raid. But the object of their voyeurism is not the scantily-clad university girls having pillow fights. It’s also nice to see that they use old Macs 1000 years in the future. Gives me hope for mine which is starting to get on in years.
Bender: Bingo!
Group of Robot Nerds: (whistles) Oh Mama!
On Screen: (The girls slaps the side of the computer after it freezes up)
Bender: Oh yeah! Someone’s been a bad computer.
If you look down at the bottom you’ll notice that the music I’m currently listening to is back in the pipe. Turns out the problem I’ve been having with track submissions with last.fm is because of iTunes 7. It was breaking the iScrobbler submission application. So no songs would make it to my profile on last.fm. Thank heavens it’s finally been updated and iScrobbler is successfully reporting my music to last.fm.
*** UPDATE – Turns out it’s been available for a long time, but not on the official website of the developers. As it is now not the official website. And my auto update feature in version .52 wasn’t working, because it was checking with what used to be the official website. Way to tell people.
Fry is choosing his classes for his first semester. Since he doesn’t know what to take he asks the professor what he teaches. I think I had more then a few teachers like this in my scholastic career.
Fry: Hey Professor, what do you teach in this semester?
Professor: Same thing I teach every semester. The mathematics of quantum neutrino fields. I made up the title so that no student would dare take it.
Fry (scribbling): Mathematics of won-ton burrito meals. I’ll be there.
Professor: Please Fry, I don’t know how to teach. I’m a Professor!
Fry goes to college in this episode after learning that his education level achieved during his time, college drop out, only equates to a high school drop out now in the future. Here Fry is reminiscing about his old college days. In the flash back we discover that the college he dropped out of was an amusment park ride at coney island.
Fry: I tell ya. Being here really takes me back to my college days. Good ole’ Coney Island College. GO WHITE FISH!
By the way, happy Advent. My calendar gave me a chocolate train today. Yum…
