TuringTest(Human+religion)=fail?

Please follow my logic and tell me where I go wrong.

1. Let’s say you’re chatting online with a person you’ve never met.  If you are convinced they are a real person then – according to the Turing test – the thing on the other end of the conversation must be at least as smart as you, even if it’s a computer.

2. “Chatbots” fail most often because they repeat themselves and cannot learn or adapt.  Say the same thing 50 times and they will respond the same way 50 times.

3. I was having an argument about the existence of god with a person of faith.  The religious person accepted that my arguments were sound but still insisted that god was real and jesus would save his soul.

4. Doesn’t that person fail the turing test?

Know a ponygirl?  Does she need new boots?  How about these babies?

from http://szymon.tumblr.com/

If comedy were treated like pornography

Yeah, I seen it all working in this video store. One day, they come in looking for Sam Kinnison and swearing up and down that they’re totally straight and don’t have a single kink.  Some come in once and never return but some… well… they get bored. They start to experiment. Soon it’s Bobcat, then Andrew Dice Clay, and before you know it they’ve worked their way across to the other side of the store and they’re standing behind the curtain with the Blue Collar Tour in one hand and Carrot Top in the other. The other clerks and I keep a pool on how long it takes ‘em to turn to the dark side.

The worst are the guys who ask me what I think is funny, or who want to tell me their favorite bits.  Dude, I make $9/hr.  There is no way in hell I am going to trade limericks with you.  I don’t want to see your quips.  For the love of god, keep your novel where the cops won’t see it.  I don’t come here because I love it and I want to talk shop, I’m a college dropout trying to fix his life.

Oh yeah, fuck you for leaving your laughter spittle all over the discs.  You couldn’t calm down long enough to give it a wipe?  I can see your basement apartment now, covered in drool, used tissues, and cat hair.  I don’t even want to touch your money knowing it’s been in your hands.  This isn’t a jar of personal moisturizer behind the counter, it’s antiseptic.

Next time you want to have a laugh, have some common decency.

Words I never thought I’d write: ‘Tentacle Dildo’

Seriously, who doesn’t need a glow-in-the-dark tentacle dildo?

From Eden Fantasys

You laugh, you lose.

Your assigment for the week

This week is lactose free week!  No cow cheese, no cow milk.  No cow byproduct except leather.

Please discipline codegirl and make her code very difficult AJAX

I have needs at work like all of us girls do. For me, I don’t want to be a girl dropped into the coding pit to be awed and then broken by Senior PHP engineers wielding grim and terrible caching weapons. Rails engineers by the thousands marching, marching against everyone, on every border while I draw well water shot through with ponderings of the scalability issues with PHP, and how for form to exist in our physical universe it must be have a name. If matter or a form cannot be named, it cannot exist.

I don’t want to fight sexy ATG boys about AJAX performance within droplets, I don’t want to bicker in the morning concerning why JQuery is the proper and correct framework, all the time everytime. It’s ok. I love you guys. I do. I worship you Warcraft playing, contract working, hordes of luscious web men. I know what you love. I want to be there for you.

I will code the HTML you don’t want to. It’s ok. I don’t mind. I like it. I will code it handcuffed if you want. It’s ok. If I’m too slow, or if you check and my adhering to standards is inappropriate or my fumbling, adolescent understanding of the finer point of JSON infuriate you, you can tear my stockings. They were expensive, and I bought them for work. They were my only pair. I am a humble code girl.

Do you need me to do the Apache configs? Ok. I will. I will do anything. I will wear backseam black stockings and rack servers for you. I will wear long skirts and ballet flats and sit close to you and put Arby’s sauce on your Roast Beef. I will eat what you order for me.

What makes codegirl the most happy is working in the service of many codeboys at once. A studio full of codeboys are always in need of support to keep them at their best. You need fruit. You need soda. You need me to cook for codeboys each day for lunch Naked.

I want to learn lots about coding. I secretly want to overtake codeboys and steal their knowledge, but the deep training and sensitivity of codeboys make it impossible to deceive them. They know. So, I must answer phones at times, or take care of office chores. They know I don’t like it. I do a good job, but they must discipline me to make me strong.

Codegirl can come to your office.

From: San Francisco Craig’s list: http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/res/846606372.html

The future

I’m going through some boring, difficult changes here:

a) I’m back from Burning Man, a radical gathering of free-expression and radical self-reliance.

b) I’m closing my business and I have no idea what’s coming after that.

So.

One thing I’d like to do is to make this blog into a site that reviews bondage gear.  Not only would it give me a lot to write about, I hope to swing a few free samples.

As for the business thing…  I still have no idea.  Whatever I pick I really hope it involves less time in front of the computer.  Failing that, I’d like to find a way to enjoy staring at a screen all day.

Apologies

I have not written of late.  I have plenty to write about.  I’m so busy doing that I don’t have time to be writing.

Tonight I heard a story about a dom who would take in troubled single women, give them a home, make them get a job, clean up their act and give their lives structure… and of course dom the heck out of them.  It sounded… it sounded like someone else was living my dream.  Maybe I was psychically picking up their life while I was asleep.

Departure for Burning Man in two days.  Being my first time, I don’t know what to feel so I’m just locking it all down, same as I usually do in situations of doubt.

One week…

Burning Man, hee I come!  I think this where I’m supposed to describe my level of excitement with words like “soooooooo” and end it with “!!!1!”