My experience is that psychedelics and grad school don't mix very well.
It searches the unfogged archives for your comments, chops them up into fragments, and reasembles them?
2: More or less. (I got an archive of the site containing all the comments and stripped out the text of mine, and have pre-tokenized them and computed probabilities and whatnot; all the cgi script does is load that data and spit out some text.)
3: I got my "about" page right here.
I got my "about" page right here.
Honestly, what does that statement actually mean?
Got an error: Bad ObjectDriver config: Connection error: Too many connections
"What's your name? (What's your name?) Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy? He rich?) Is he rich like me? But only w-lfs-n (who we don't trust), can confirm or refute that assertion. " , and, finally running out of conversational dodges, just had to ask her what it was after five-ten minutes. Now, we don't want neologismity to be simply a matter of type safety, but type safety wasn't the (joke) issue. Now, it's become the formula for determining the optimal age of your wife-to-be. Now, this guy, this is interesting. The front page shows the last four comments as being in the presence of your mighty wang."
Hey, it's like auto-David Foster Wallace!
Nice. Mandolins rule. This stuff reads vaguely like some of the spam I get -- you're not behind that shit are you?
OT: Everyone should go check out my brother's brand-new cooking blog, Better than the Rest(aurant).
Mandolins rule.
Biscuit conditionals rule, dammit.
Party at my place!
But wait—the glint of Ben's prose gem fragments diffracts here and there though bits of quoted text; as basmati rice through cardamom pods; as monkeys through the trees, learning monkey sign language.
Least necessary comment ever? Maybe.
That was just gratuitous, Matt.
There should be a superhero called Super Ogatory who stops trolley cars in their tracks even when the bridge hasn't been blown up, and sweeps women up in his arms the moment before they would have stepped on gum but for his intervention.
Don't forget his "ward", Thanksbutt.
That extra "t" was a typo, believe it
raised eyebrow
or not.
Funny -- I just went to Google to find out what "supererogatory" means -- I had always assumed based on folk-etymology from "erogenous" that the word had something to do with arousal. This is (as should be obvious) a word that I encounter approximately never.
Maybe someday Thanksbutt and Acrobutt will realize they've been horribly exploited and run away together.
I am struck by Ben's poignant question: Was cheesecloth involved in the creation of an absence of love?
Hey, it's people.cs.uchicago.edu! I know that computer!
I think this is the result of a day well spent.
Lactose intolerance is the normal level of hostility. But SB said it has no " e" . He was delicious.
Ben takes spelling infractions very, very seriously.
I like the fact that "Let your soul be as the smooth pit of the avocado" was the original form of the sentence, and not a mash-up.