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Humor

I need to get the scanner up and running so I can scan my work-related cartoons and then get them somewhere in some sort of organized format. I shared them with the Animation Acolyte today, because she was having a rough morning. Those seemed to cheer her up some.

I really like the artwork I did on my sketch of the dialer being fed coffee. There's a CD drive being employed as a cupholder, and a monitor has a really huge and scary grin. I drew it as a very nice rack with lots of blinkenlights and patch cable panels, so it's probably looking nothing like the actual dialer, but does look huge, scary, and computer-like. That was quite some time ago. I was working with pen on looseleaf college rule paper.

I'm fond of the humor form that goes $BAD_THING, [but it was compensated for by] $OTHER_BAD_THING. It took them forever to get dinner out to us, but they made up for that by overcharging us. Just because, um, not.

Yeah, I'm weird.

Eventually, I may deconstruct my humor and write it into an AI. It's been my ambition to write an AI of myself ever since classmates told me I was unpredictable and weird in middle school or freshman year high school, though at the time I was just going for a flowchart or a decision tree, but it looks like the exact sort of thing that neural nets were designed to calculate. I can write down my rules and trace the factors on most things. That may well be what got me started to deconstructing my mind as much as I did -- I wanted to know what made me tick as much as everyone else was boggled by it, because I wasn't boggled by it, and I wanted to be able to explain it so no one would be.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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