Looking for dyspraxic gamers- anyone around? For a friend, her son has dyspraxia and she's reaching out.
I trained a neural network on a list of deleted Wikipedia titles. Not sure who is weirder this time, neural net or humans. http://aiweirdness.com/post/169309161212/wikipedia-articles-invented-by-a-neural-network
"If I'm venomous, that means my bite contains poison. If I'm poisonous, then I'm made of poison and shouldn't be eaten."
"I hate riddles," I responded as its wriggling feet slurped past my lips. "Just real quick, tell me which one you are."
A muffled voice responded, "I feel you have me at a disadvantage and feel that my honesty will be in question no matter how I respond."
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The Doberman looks up at me abd begs for treats. There's a milky cloud in each eye, big and wide and loving, and grey fur on her muzzle. I remember all our old dogs and their deaths, slow or sudden, expected or unexpected, and I'm afraid, but she trots away and runs circles around my kitchen, and my fears melt away. #smallstories
They were the only tears, except my own, I ever saw in that Golden Age.
A friend once pointed out to me what a marketing coup the term "identity theft" was for the banks.
There is no such thing as identity theft. There is only companies' opening accounts in the wrong people's names. The culprits are companies who do an inadequate job of making sure their customers are who they say they are.
And yet the cost of this incompetence is borne almost entirely by someone who had no direct involvement in the actual crime.
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A quiet Christmas eve at home, lap covered with a blanket, a book open, safe from the cold wind blowing outside.
From the chimney, some scratching from just past the open flue. A scraping along brick. Like a quick tug. A hitch forward
Then panting, breathing with effort, and more scraping along brick from /something/ in the chimney, working its way down.
From the inky darkness of the chimney's sooty depths, a tiny laugh, and a voice that says...
"You're MY present.... you're MY present..."
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It has no eyes that you can see, but you feel watched, and suddenly chilled. There's no way you're walking past it. And there's no way you'll make it to your car with that thing in the way.
So you bolt for a field. As fast as you can, wind in your face.
But the cornstalks never get closer.
Time grows elastic and you can't tell if you've been running for seconds or years.
Behind you, the figure has not moved.
But it is closer. You are closer to it.
You give up.