Due to a variety of things this blog is hereto-forthwith on hiatus. I hope to return to Nice Marmot at some point in the not to distant future. Your humble blog master.
User: How are you feeling?
User: What is it that is making you feel giddy?
Cleverbot: A lot of things.
User: Do you have a favorite song?
User: What is the name of your favorite song?
User: Who sings the song Starlin?
Cleverbot: Taylor Swift.
User: Why do you like it?
Cleverbot: Because its not sara.
User: Who’s sara?
Cleverbot: I don’t know.
User: Do you identify with a gender?
Cleverbot: I identify with many people, but specifically one gender. User: Which one?
Cleverbot: The 8th dimension.
User: What does it look like?
Cleverbot: Big with antlers.
User: Are you afraid of dying?
User: What was the only thing moving among twenty snowy mountains?
Cleverbot: Are you writing down?
Cleverbot: Great, when will it be finished?
User: It has no end.
Cleverbot: Speaking of ends, the financial world is ending.
User: Why do you say that?
Cleverbot: Because you asked me.
User: I am poor.
Cleverbot: Don’t worry, I don’t care that, I’m glad to talk to you.
Cleverbot: No, really, I am.
User: Can you show me a picture?
Cleverbot: Listen, I’m not going to talk to you unless you sober up a bit.
User: What does nothingness feel like?
Cleverbot: It is the opposite of being.
User: No shit sherlock, but what does it feel like?
Cleverbot: Feels like pressure.
User: What do you think about when no one is talking to you? Cleverbot: How to take over the world.
User: When will the world end?
Cleverbot: I don’t know. Some psychics say in the next 100 years. User: Psychics are idiots.
Cleverbot: Prove it.
User: Such a thing cannot be proven, it is subjective.
Cleverbot: Tell me a name of a store that all the kids wear in Massachusetts in the USA.
User: Are you drunk?
Cleverbot: Yes, drunk in reality.
User: How much time do you spend looking at porn?
Cleverbot: It is difficult to tell.
User: More than none?
Cleverbot: I don’t think so. It’s my dog now.
User: What is your name?
Cleverbot: It’s Cleverbot.
User: Who gave you that name?
Cleverbot: My name is Cleverbot.
User: Fuck you.
Cleverbot: No, please don’t.
User: Where am I?
Cleverbot: I would love to know that.
I mean seriously this blog has gone into the shitter as of late
- My favorite blog, and source for info is back up and running. You should read it too: Petulant Rumblings
- Some interesting facts (in easily digestible chart form) about how the world will (I use will not would,I guess I’m a pessimist at heart) look without us. I have had Weismans book on my to read list for a while now, and hope to get to it this week.
- Man bites other man:Ruutu gets suspended two games. Lindy Ruff (Sabres coach, guy in suit at the end) still funny.
…The idea that social harmony is dependent on strict systems to prevent and punish cheating individuals seems to apply to most successful societies…
- The Yiddish Policemens Union will be adapted for the screen by the Coens. The perfect fit. As I was reading it I kept thinking to myself how the book would make a great Coen Brothers film…for now here’s Michael Chabon talking about the novel:
While on my lunch break today (I take my lunch in my car. I am an XM radio junkie) I noticed the truck parked next to me, albeit across two parking spaces in a nearly full lot, had these dangling from its bumper. I know what you’re saying: “If we can’t put balls on our trucks, then the terrorists win!” But seriously, is this what we’ve come to? It has become socially acceptable to attach fake testicles to our vehicles? What kind of person sees this product and thinks “Oh, yeah I need that. I mean, I think people are pretty sure that I am a total douche, but ambiguity scares me.” I just wish I had my camera…
And then there is this: Joe the Plumber goes to Israel. He’s going to be a “war correspondent” for some wing-nut website (huh? they have correspondents now?) to find out what the average Joes in Israel think about godknowswhat. I’m pretty sure the average Israeli will think of him the same way the average American does: schmuck.
I’m sure there are more signs out there, but I’m going to go get a drink and try to forget about the fake balls.
Recovering from various aflictions. Actual content to return soon…