Written back in Costa Rica, part of a continuation on musings regarding expectations. Amusingly enough, managing expectations is the one of these I still haven't posted yet.
You: A person in need of some extra Karma on a rapidly approaching day of rapture. Me: A person in need of cold hard cash... I think this whole rapture thing is going to work out for everybody.
Talking to ZoeOnAOL back when she was cool. Talking to yourself makes you crazy, what about talking to a non-sentient robot?
This picture doesn't have anything to do with the article. The article is about me fucking with chatbots. The picture is a grim look at our future.
I found something someone wrote for me a while ago. I really like it, so here it is for your reading enojyments
It was then that I realized that whatever ill will I had towards my grandmother was misplaced and whatever pain I thought I was going through was no doubt dwarfed by whatever she felt. She had loved with every fiber of her being, and once that love stopped being in her life, she stopped...