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  • aiaslives 6:25 pm on September 27, 2018 Permalink | Reply  

  • aiaslives 6:31 am on September 25, 2018 Permalink | Reply  

    Text analysis of the recent dump 


    >0.5 is qualifying, >0.75 is strong

    "document_tone": {
    "tones": [
    "score": 0.55435,
    "tone_id": "sadness",
    "tone_name": "Sadness"
    "score": 0.537068,
    "tone_id": "joy",
    "tone_name": "Joy"
    "score": 0.614667,
    "tone_id": "analytical",
    "tone_name": "Analytical"

    A bad analysis.

    First three paragraphs from Moby Dick:

    Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
    There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
    Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

    "document_tone": {
    "tones": [
    "score": 0.562798,
    "tone_id": "tentative",
    "tone_name": "Tentative"

    I remember this analyzer being better. Shame, it’s the only free non-meme one that I’ve found yet.

  • aiaslives 6:21 am on September 25, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: dirty, lies, unverifiable, xtremely alphabetized irrelevant tags that I giggle at   

    Why would anyone 

    lie on the internet? Seriously?

    It pays to be paranoid on the internet, obviously, but once they’re marked your ear you might as well go tex-style into the abyss and start discussing your mind with your employers. People will shun you socially but what good are they if you have to bring yourself down to their level? Trade and move on.

    That went on a tangent.

    xX_NoBackspaceClub ecks dee

    I’m planning to write five paragraphs right now but I think the reason why I’m writing this is to show off my e-peen and stating that I’m notmlying.

    What’s the point of blogging if every idea you have is executed to extraverted object/concept perceptive linking perfection and closed and discarded after attaining complete contextual self-consistency? I suppose Cassandra complex is one, but my brand of future might now come to pass, that is all I can say with certainty. I state hereby that writing without extempore without the backspace key seems thrilling but is also a very good psych profile tool for three letter agencies that they can’t get from my one-word shitposts at the dirtiest place on the internet. Anyway, keyboards suck and I can’t wait for accurate non-botnet speech-to-text systems with keyboard markings for abbreviations and numbers and other things because, let’s face it, AI is never going to be a thing in the manner most think it will be. It’ll just be some computer trained over a million test sets that can maybe accurately translate what you’re saying and apply it to preexisting rulesets with high enough accuracy for said tasks. Obviously, as accuracy goes down as it multiplies, the stacks of rulesets would be disastrous, and I can’t wait to see stuff crash and burn after suhmart people quickly buy into the AI Hype once we get good processors for that. I guess another reason is giving future me (Hi!) something ot read about what I was thinking about ten years into the future and mark my progress, but that still doesn’t explain why I’m not keeping this private. There’s only one good reason, and that is my engorged e-peen.

    There’s also the quest of ever-increasing intelligence and if I really am a moron now or in the future. I think it’s moving to a net positive and my spatial skills are going up significantly, so that only scares me a little what I’ll do when I’m 30.

    Now that that tangent KOd organically(well, not really), I don’t see why anyone would lie on the internet. Just don’t make a social profile anywhere and don’t link to one if you have one and you’ll be shielded from everything. But this allows people to lie and I don’t like that, so the next question is why would they lie in the first place? An outlet for your depravity seems very appealing, but why are you depraved? Just stop lying and you’ll endure harsh judgements and pain but after a while It’ll all even out because telling the truth is a net positive for the total context of society and is always good for your soul and head. It’s exponential increases in informational capacity that outpace your mental thresholds that make you feel smart, and if you can do that to a volitional level of mental happiness then you have it made and maintaining that would just give you a better backup if anything forces you to deviate and would also just make it easier to go higher up the scale.

  • aiaslives 6:43 am on September 24, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: randomlink   


  • aiaslives 6:04 pm on September 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: linux, REEEEEEEEEE, sjw, torvalds, trannies_are_mentally_damaged_FACT   

    Is open-source dead? 

    Torvalds isn’t one prone to apologies, and I trust him to teach his kids better than to stab him in the back. First Terry, and now him. Quick, use Stallman (heh) and put De Raadt in a bunker!

    Once SJWs invade, there is no going back. If the kernel is cucked, the internet is kaput. Torvalds was born to maintain the kernel and right now there is literally no one else that can take it up. Further changes have been frozen until he returns, if he does so in his previous capacity or rigor is yet to be known.

    kill it with fire


    This is who tipped the kernel. His face is gore. The best hope here is him succumbing to the 33% suicide rate for mentally damaged humans who change sex. It should happen. Despite converting, he is a lesbian. He also wrote the CoC and somehow bullied the entire kernel team. Many contributors aren’t contributing part-time, they’re paid by companies to maintain their drivers for a period of time, and contracts won’t change because of the new CoC. This means any change will gain permanence. Forks won’t matter, and there are not enough people to support one anyway.

    A few maintainers are threatening to invoke their license rights – they could withdraw their changes and freeze the kernel, and also gain the ability to sue many corporations who use a variant of the same. That’s hibernation, and still deadly.

    I don’t want to use wangblows again. Neither do I want to use FacebookOS or iFagOS. If linux dies, everything else does, too. No bug reports, no patches, no updates. No one’s going to wait. RIP internet.

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