For instance, the Freudian dream wherein the patient says, "I don't know who that woman in my dream was but it definitely wasn't my mother." Therein we know that the woman was the patient's mother.
Satanic TV has given me the green light to record myself reading dirty poetry to Mr. Greaves. Apparently I will get help with lighting, soundtrack, actors, and writing and have been given full permission to unleash on Mr. Greaves as I see fit. I told him in my submittal "You will earn every cent of the 6.66 dollars I send you each month...yeaaaaahhhh that's right." I can't wait.
Oh. Deep recommended I read "Confessions of a Sociopath by M.E. Thomas for some reason. Any who this thing either shocks me with content or shocks me with that fact that it's hitting so close to home. Goddamn it Deep.
I think this is changing. People are starting to think like the algorithms. AI is mirroring human thought because human thought is being shaped to how machines work (dumb machines, obviously).
Perhaps. My dog stares at me like a serial killer until I wake up in there morning. I know this because sometimes I am awake and pretend sleep so I don’t have to walk him at 5am. The simplicity of his needs are easy to decipher so they seem truer. My dog is my go-to-guy for advice.
It seems that societal acceptance of cyber communication over human contact has won; AI chat was an eventuality. I wonder if it can learn pith and sarcasm? If so, goodbye witty netizens.
“I donate ten percent of my income to charity and teach Sunday school every week.” SOLD this book sounds amazing. Audible preview for the win. Don’t you love it when storylines go outside the tropes we’re all used to? So far at least, she’s not a serial killer. She’s a Sunday school teacher. I fucking promise you more than one of my Sunday school teachers were sociopaths. Catharsis lol
Things we know we know, things we don't know, things we don't know we don't know, and things that we know we don't know.
Who died and made you Werner Erhard?
He's off the chain.
For instance, the Freudian dream wherein the patient says, "I don't know who that woman in my dream was but it definitely wasn't my mother." Therein we know that the woman was the patient's mother.
Deep goes Deep down the Rabbit Hole...again.
And Goddamnit Deep! "This Confessions of a Sociopath" is like like getting shocked with a cattle prod every 5 pages. OUCH! Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Ah-ha-ha! I'm so glad you like it!
LOL you know all my kinks. *Grins*
Satanic TV has given me the green light to record myself reading dirty poetry to Mr. Greaves. Apparently I will get help with lighting, soundtrack, actors, and writing and have been given full permission to unleash on Mr. Greaves as I see fit. I told him in my submittal "You will earn every cent of the 6.66 dollars I send you each month...yeaaaaahhhh that's right." I can't wait.
Confessions of a Sociopath? What Confessions of a Sociopath
Oh. Deep recommended I read "Confessions of a Sociopath by M.E. Thomas for some reason. Any who this thing either shocks me with content or shocks me with that fact that it's hitting so close to home. Goddamn it Deep.
Ah. Thank you. Will check it out.
AIs cant do me either.....until further notice that is.......
No robo hand jobs :(
Lets invent the Handymachine™
It fixes your sink and also unclogs other pipes.
I think this is changing. People are starting to think like the algorithms. AI is mirroring human thought because human thought is being shaped to how machines work (dumb machines, obviously).
How's this?
AI recognition software doesn't just use the face. It also sometimes identifies people by gait.
You're on fire with the comments lately.
Thanks.
And the fact that we often prefer the company of animals over humans says to me that its not about intelligence at all
Perhaps. My dog stares at me like a serial killer until I wake up in there morning. I know this because sometimes I am awake and pretend sleep so I don’t have to walk him at 5am. The simplicity of his needs are easy to decipher so they seem truer. My dog is my go-to-guy for advice.
Hahaha. He knows by the way. When you pretend to sleep.
It seems that societal acceptance of cyber communication over human contact has won; AI chat was an eventuality. I wonder if it can learn pith and sarcasm? If so, goodbye witty netizens.
Somewhere an A. I. is sardonically clapping its cold, lifeless, cybernetic hands together.
Must remember to say this the next time a woman says to me, “I’m up here.”
....yet lol
“I donate ten percent of my income to charity and teach Sunday school every week.” SOLD this book sounds amazing. Audible preview for the win. Don’t you love it when storylines go outside the tropes we’re all used to? So far at least, she’s not a serial killer. She’s a Sunday school teacher. I fucking promise you more than one of my Sunday school teachers were sociopaths. Catharsis lol
Linux reference. NICE!