Artificial Inspiration is harsh today. Tough love.
Word of the day: thumomancy – divination by means of one’s own soul
‘But what if you woke and all the flowers had shrivelled from the earth? What then?’
The Tale of the Rollocking Waste
United in doom!
Does anyone think of themselves as a normie? I appreciate there are degrees of oddness, but surely we’re all a least bit strange.
“Since the dawn of time, man has yearned to destroy the sun”
Mr Burns – The Simpsons
Word of the day: teratology – study of monsters, freaks, abnormal growths or malformations
Artificial Inspiration glimpse of the future
Whenever I find myself floundering and unsure an AI generated piece of wisdom provides the pick-me-up I need. Now I can open my mind to welcome my simian malevolence, for enlightenment takes many forms.
“In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.”
– Miguel de Cervantes
Word of the day: Demonosopher – one who is inspired by a demon or devil
A.I. believes in me after all!
Note: I’m taking that as a literal huge pig, and not a reference to my love of all foodstuffs fatty or sweet.
I was fairly sure it was Thursday today, all day my brain kept assuring me It’s Thursday, definitely not Monday, even though that would mean that three days had vanished. Could this be the time portal?
“I dwell in possibility…”
Emily Dickinson
Word of the day: Brobdingnagian – immense
Artificial Inspiration knows me too well
When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That’s about all you can do. – Leonard Cohen
Word of the day: plankwise – in the manner or direction of a plank
Artificial Inspiration is on your side
Word of the day: Chirospasm – writer’s cramp
Her face was lined like a patchwork of meandering rivers strung together over a bed of waffles.
Don Stacom from It Was a Dark and Stormy Night – book of bad first lines.
A.I. Wisdom for us all
“You’ve got to listen to me! Elementary chaos theory tells us that all robots will eventually turn against their masters and run amok in an orgy of blood and kicking and the biting with the metal teeth and the hurting and shoving.”
The Simpsons, Professor Frink
Consider yourself at home!
I’m not sure how long we’ve been in our new messroom now, a few weeks? I could look back, but I’m lazy. Anyway, after making a show of conforming to what the managers want (sitting inside, not messing around with the furniture etc) we have started to decorate and adapt, to bend our environment to suit what we want – after all, that’s what gardeners are good at.
I nicked a chair that was in one of the gardens, left there by a resident, and moved it inside so I don’t have to sit on one that slowly tips me off. We found two benches abandoned and put them outside in the shade. We emptied out the tin shed of bikes and unused cleaning products and turned it into a smoking room for when it’s raining. Mateo fixed a broken table and we put that between the benches. We even put a few paving slabs down, and added some plants, tinsel and an umbrella for decoration. It looks great.
The only downside is now the managers like to come and sit with us. Never more than one at a time, I don’t think they like sitting with each other.
Word of the day: labtebricole – living in holes
“Sticks and stones can break my bones and I have my Swiss Army Knife if they hit me and if I kill them it will be self defense and I won’t go to prison.”
― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Don’t get sidetracked…
More words of wisdom from the mind of an algorithm (they know us so well)
The little sleep I had last night was loaded with dreams, the kind that vanish from your memory as soon as you wake, but leave you with a feeling that something happened. And that sense keeps coming back, almost like a memory: Something important happened. But no idea what. Since it was a dream, I’m assuming it was about zombies.
Anyway, once I reached five am I couldn’t stand being in bed any longer and went to the window and saw this sky
So that was sublime. I hope you’re all having a beautiful day too.
‘The door is wide and open, don’t go back to sleep.’ Rumi
Word of the day: Hypaethral – roofless; open to the sky
Enlightenment again!
HAL 9000: I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do
Words of the day: Cogitabund – meditative; engaged in deep thought
Digitorium – silent piano for practising
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