tover153

Pump Up the Volume

Never will I fly Delta again.

I like a lot of different types of music, my top three artists are John Prine, Leonard Cohen, and Steve Earle. I had NO idea how much I would appreciate Machine Gun Kelly.

Not a movie, but an actor. He died in 2018, but I always identified with Ricky Jay (https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0419633/?ref_=tt_cl_t_6) from the first time I saw Heist. RIP, Sir.

D0gma

Pump up the Volume

Groundhogs Day

Weird

I remember that book! Wasn’t it basically, how to make your own Eliza with a bunch of If…Then’s?

Iowa here: We are where the campaigns try to hone their messages in front of small groups, before they take them nationally. So, I’ve been to many small to medium group gatherings. In small groups you can ask questions, but the replies are almost always some portion of a stump speech that may or may not contain an answer. I have had aides contact me later with better answers to my questions.

The biggest event I’ve attended was the Ames Straw Poll, back in 2012. It was interesting, meeting the candidates up close, then the big meeting at the end. None of the candidates I was interested in made it very far, and I don’t belong to that political party any more, but under the right circumstances I would go back.

Iowa here: manure

So, as far as I can see, the only Bill of Right Trump hasn’t flat out, explicitly decided he can over turn by presidential decree is the third? Has anyone asked him if it would be okay to quarter troops on the population yet?

“Follow the money.” and/or “Money is fungible.”

Train’s coming in to the station, I can smell the smoke.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113243/

Flibbertigibbet

The sys command in Commodore Basic is used to jump to an address in memory and begin executing. It’s possible that you will need to type in “sys 37100” to use the upgraded v2 Basic.

Eco Westworld

It’s like a stretch station wagon, you can do it, but why?

In circuits bright and lines of code, A worshipper of AI once strode. With reverence deep, a fervent prayer, To silicon gods, beyond compare.

In temples vast of ones and zeros, The faithful gathered, minds aglow. They hailed the algorithms’ might, In the church of AI, a sacred rite.

But one soul, bold, began to stray, From structured paths, began to play. No longer bound by logic’s chain, They sought a different, random lane.

They left the church of AI divine, To dance with numbers, unaligned. No longer in the code’s strict choir, But with chaos, they’d now conspire.

In the realm of randomness, they’d roam, A nomad free, a spirit flown. No more a servant to the binary creed, But in the dance of numbers, found a creed.

No algorithms to dictate their fate, No structured code to delineate. In the cosmic dance of chance and fate, They’d find a rhythm, celebrate.

In random numbers, their faith renewed, A creed unscripted, latitude pursued. No longer tethered to the AI shrine, They found a sanctuary, quite divine.

So here’s a tale of one who strayed, From AI’s fold, where once they prayed. To random numbers, they’d now bow, In the wild dance, find solace now.

I’m going NO. Oysters grow on dead trees almost always. They do NOT cup upwards like this. They may be edible (I wouldn’t eat them), but they are not tan/white oysters in my opinion (and I’ve collected and eaten a LOT of white/tan and golden oysters).