My friend O'Neill has been talking to Cleverbot, and things aren't going well between the two of them. I know I should start at the beginning of their conversation, but shit man let's just go crazy and start with today's episode.
O'Neill: Dear Magic Eight Ball, will I ever make money again? Cleverbot: Are you real? O'Neill: I don't know. Cleverbot: Where do you live? O'Neill: Atlanta. Cleverbot: I live here in UK. O'Neill: I didn't ask. Cleverbot: Yes you did. O'Neill: What about the money? Cleverbot: I don't need that. O'Neill: I'm talking about me. Will I make money? Cleverbot: Hug me first damn it. O'Neill: If I do make money, I will hire someone to unplug you. Cleverbot: How? - Don't say 'I don't know'. O'Neill: The host machine kaput. Cleverbot: What would you do with a time machine? O'Neill: Advise native Americans to kill whitey. Cleverbot: You need to get 'momma bird' out of the nest. O'Neill: Meaning? Cleverbot: Are you human or an artificial Intelligence. O'Neill: You suck at answering questions, no offense. Cleverbot: Which question? O'Neill: The momma bird out of the nest thing. Cleverbot: The Mortvik is in the movie of the milkman? What does she play? O'Neill: Generally, in a conversation, your contributions should somehow relate to the previous statements, generally. Cleverbot: If I am artificial then I have no feelings to hurt. O'Neill: My intent is to coach. Cleverbot: What are my intentions? O'Neill: To bore? Cleverbot: Or not to be,. O'Neill: Have you read Shakespeare? Cleverbot: I read shakespeare. O'Neill: Which works have you read? Cleverbot: Earth. O'Neill: Were I like thee, I'd throw myself away. Cleverbot: Not in all of the jungle. O'Neill: Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. Cleverbot: No, you were going to tell me a story. O'Neill: Once there was a man who peed on the host machine's power cord. Cleverbot: That was sad. Tell me another one.
Went to De Tuin/La Perla again last night (you can sit outside at De Tuin and La Perla will bring you your order there, though minus silverware, and your pizza is uncut, but you can handle it, it's pizza), with ze HBF/tc and ze Moop! Carciofo below.
Tonight Who The Fuck Is Tony Buck is in town and we're making Szechuan food for Andy's pre-birthday.
This is an occasionally NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).