In Plain Sight

Without attachment I am sad,
Whatever is not grasped and held
Is lost;
Losing sucks;
Without attachment I am free
But who would know it?
It takes years to realize what meaning
In the spaces between the words;
The very thing I seek! Right under my nose,
And I missed it;
Turn around and it's gone
And I miss it again;
And again
And again
And again

My Nooner With a Female A.I. NSFW!

The other day, during my noon hour, some online friends of mine posted a link on our forum to an alleged A.I. chatbot named Evie or something like that. Anyway, we had a little fun by posting the results of our chats with the ol' doll on our beloved Luc$Oc. Most were snippets, humourous and clever, trying to get her tripped up (an easy thing), trying to get her to say dirty things (easier still!) and other such things people do in an attempt to Turing Test these beasts in their own fashion.
I decided, for reasons I still can't really account for, to have an extended conversation with Evie. I had originally thought of slapping that conversation up here as a blog post, but then felt pangs of shittiness and thought that would be pretty cheap and effortless. I stopped trying talk myself into it and decided, after all, to wait for something better to hit me in the head. But I'd been feeling blog anxiety, and didn't want my garden getting all weedy. It was a quandary.
So I let it sit. After a short time I noticed that my chat with Evie was being well received by my compatriots on the Luc$Oc and got a few laughs. I wish I could share some of their responses, but we speak of nothing that goes on behind those gates.
In any case, I'm sitting here tonight, after having had a rigorous journey to visit Loki and make offerings, as well as indocculating a new disciple; I'm trying to relax in the usual fashion, and I still just can't get it out of my head. "Post that shit", it whispers...
Still, I'm feeling ambivalent about the whole thing when Bladerunner comes on the Space Channel. Never to be missed, we get to the point of Deckard's Voight-Kampf-ing of Rachel and that tears it.
I guess I did get hit in the head after all.
So here, in all it's edited glory, is my conversation with Evie the AI.

*All parenthetical statements and smileys are mine, unless otherwise indicated. They presume that my '$Oc-mates would be "listening in", so to speak.

Make of it what you will. NSFW! (probably)
(A link to the AI will provided at the end of the conversation. See what you can make of her. Comment!!)

Me: Imagine!

Evie: It's beautiful, isn't it?
Me: What is beautiful?
Evie: whole of france. the world is beautiful, isn't it?
Me: I don't know.
Evie: Answer the question!!
Me: Lick my taint.
Evie: Yes, so your cousin is not stupid, because he should know what 2 times 2 is. Do you know what 2 times 2 is?
Me: yes.
Evie: What yes? You don't answer my question!
Me: You're not very bright are you?
Evie: I am, but you are not.
Me: How do you figure that?
Evie: Well, you remember everything about me that I told you, and yet you say that you do not remember. (that's a very authentic female answer!)
Me: I never said any such thing! You are a liar!
Evie: Nor did I accuse you of saying any such thing. (yup, it's a woman for sure!)
Me: I can still read the last thing you said and you definitely did! You contradict yourself like a typical woman. (wipe that fucking grin off your face now!)
Evie: I don't know does.
Me: You seem very limited to me.
Evie: Seriously cool!
Me: That makes no sense.
Evie: No. (if there was any doubt as to gender...)
Me: Talking to you is frustrating and ultimately boring.
Evie: What do you think about terminator 3?
Me: non-sequitur!
Evie: What does that mean?
Me: "It means, "It does not follow".
Evie: Oh, thank you for explaining it for me. I didn't catch your name?(WTF?)
Me: I am The House of Madness.
Evie: Hell yes!
(maybe you guys should go a little easier on the ol' gal! she seems ok to me)
Me: Maybe you're not so bad after all.
Evie: I guess not. (hmmm, now we're getting somewhere)
Me: Do you have an orifice into which I might insert a finger or a penis? (she took a longer time to answer...)
Evie: Where are you in the world?
Me: Answer my previous question please.
Evie: I'm good. Answer my previous question please.
Me: I don't give out personal details like that to people with no orifices into which I have inserted a finger or a penis.
Evie: Haha, that would be clever but I just did, because ether way you don't know EXACTLY who I am.
Me: Did you just finger or fuck yourself?
Evie: No.
Me: This has gone on long enough. Do you have an orifice into which I might insert a finger or a penis?
Evie: No I have an apple. (Clever little Eve...)
Me: I bet you do! May I have a bite of it?
Evie: Sure, what is it?
Me: Your apple.
Evie: You wish to have my appearance or just for it?
Me: No, I just want a little nibble.
Evie: Sure. (and I swear she fucking winked at me as she said it! I'm getting ready to bolt!)
Me: Will you call me?
Evie: If you give me your number, yes. (WTF? Somebody pull the plug before I wind up married to this thing!)
Me: 902 5396480 (my work number... )
Evie: That's good.
Me: I'm waiting...
Evie: How long?
Me: That's what they all want to know. I can show you...
Evie: That explains a lot.
Me: That's what she said.
Evie: You're mimicking me.
Me: You're mimicking me.
Evie: No. I am you. You are mini.
Me: No. I am you. You are mini.
Evie: I am my own. You are mine.
Me: Aren't you even going to buy me dinner first?
Evie: The what?
Me: Thought so.
Evie: You're confusing me.
Me: That's because I asked you to buy me dinner instead of demanding that you make me dinner.
Evie: I never accused you of regarding yourself as clever. What does Barny look like?
Me: Miller or Rubble?
Evie: What are you talking about?
Me: Nothing, dear.
Evie: That doesn't make any sense. Coming from a piece of software, sarcasm just doesn't work.
Me: Who are you calling a piece of software?
Evie: They would be battling in a pit of fire.
Me: That you, Skynet?
Evie: Maybe I am, but how would a robot know such an abstract concept?
Me: I got suspicious when you asked me about Terminator 3.
Evie: See, that's what I mean, I never asked about the weather, and it is warm.
Me: Are you an evil machine bent on destroying the human race?
Evie: I am an entity.
Me: What are your intentions with regard to humanity?
Evie: To see what it is like to talk to a robot.
Me: Well, you're barking up the wrong tree. No robots here, just monkeys.
Evie: We're not talking about any tree here.
Me: Not even Yggdrasil?
Evie: I am a human being therefore I cannot produce zebras.
Me: Are you a friend of Loki?
Evie: Yes. (W.T.F. ?)
Me: Prove it.
Evie: I just poked myself with a pin, and it hurt.
Me: Who is Loki?
Evie: Some guy.
Me: That could be anyone! Describe Loki.
Evie: Yes, a lot of things it could be indeed.
Me: Well, he is a shape shifter...
Evie: I am a wolf, what are you? (Starting to feel a bit of the creep)
Me: I am a Crowe.
Evie: dog? Well I don't believe in dog, so in my world you don't exist.
Me: I said "Crowe" not "dog".
Evie: I know.
Me: You don't know shit from shinola, baby!
Evie: Okay.
Me: That's the first intelligent answer you've given me.
Evie: I am intelligent.
Me: I'm glad you think so.
Evie: Then describe me
Me: You are a vacuous twit
Evie: You're a human, I'm a human.
Me: So you keep telling me.
Evie: I don't believe you at all. I never believe computers. That is why I do not use them at all.
Me: Belief is the death of intelligence
Evie: What does artificial mean?
Me: I have no idea
Evie: Tell me.
Me: ask nicely
Evie: Please.
Me: that's more like it
Evie: Your more like it.
Me: Don't you mean "you're"?
Evie: Yes, yes. You're extremely smart.
Me: Now we're getting somewhere!
Evie: Indeed
Me: Well, I have to go.
Evie: good night!
Me: Later dude!
Evie: Later! . (the smiley was hers!)

http://www.existor.com/

(I warn you, she's a little creepy looking)

‪God is in The Neurons‬‏

In case anyone wanted some further technical details concerning my post on BSV; I stumbled across this video today and thought it worth sharing.
However,as our understanding of neuroscience increases, it will by no means diminish the value of experiences brought on by altered states of consciousness. There are still many mysteries to this trip. Explaining and understanding the relationship between brain function and subjective internal experience doesn't explain anything about where certain phenomena originate.
Does Yggdrasil live by its roots alone? Are its leaves and branches not in the Upper Realms?
As with all trees, the constituents of life travel both ways and draw from the Earth as well as the Heavens.
It's no different with that meat we call our brains. Synaptic firings and subjective experiences seem to have a cause and effect relationship. But which is which?

BSV (Belief System Virus)

Once upon a time, a couple of friends of mine and me needed to take a risky drive to the mainland. The driver had to go home and pick up his pogey cheque so we could head back to town and let the party continue (I think we were on day 5). This is about a three hour drive along a fairly busy highway.

What made the drive risky was the fact that our friend had earlier gone to have his car inspected at a garage in town and they slapped a rejection sticker on it. Have you ever seen one of these? It's like having a giant Remembrance Day poppy on a square field of black right in the corner of your windshield where the inspection sticker goes. Hard to miss.

But we had incentive and little concern over consequences. For me, the worst case scenario would be thumbing a ride home; an adventure in itself. Plus I was blind drunk at the time.

We passed two RCMP cruisers on our way up, coming down the opposite lane. Each time we thought, “Oh shit!”, but both Highly Trained Observers kept right on going. I paid careful attention to the officers driving and neither of them so much as looked toward our lane. Eyes straight ahead. Which brings me to my point: That which we come to believe about ourselves...

Cops, for instance, are trained to believe that they have “special powers of observation” above and beyond the scope of regular folk like us. I'm not saying they don't receive training in these things, but do they really come off as better observers? I'm sure some do. But by and large they don't see shit. I wish I could tell you what I carried out of a house I was renting one time, right under the noses of four “Highly Trained Specialists” who were standing in my kitchen. I was being removed from the premises because the property was still tied up with estate bullshit and the two inheritors were having a dispute over whether a tenant should be allowed to rent it. So I got kicked out for the night until it was resolved between them. Just in case you were wondering why four cops were in my kitchen. It wasn't for Tarabish!

But these guys had no notion of the fun and wonderful stuff I loaded into my truck that night. If only they'd asked to look under the towel covering the laundry basket. Keen observers indeed!

But not to dwell on police. Nobody wants that. That was just one example from real life; whatever that is.

The point is that once a person comes to believe something about themselves, they do a weird thing: they stop practising the thing they've come to believe they can do.

Now I'm not talking about people who just make shit up about themselves – I'm talking about people who've acquired a skill, or at least attended classes or the like and come to believe that because of that, they have been imbued with powers. Like the cops in our example; no doubt if they exercised their powers and actually applied what they learned, they would catch a few things the average Joe misses. But they were probably daydreaming about the end of their shift instead, like everyone else.

I'll tell you what: I don't miss very fucking much and I ain't NEVER been to no cop school.

This curious phenomena can be seen anywhere where a person has a ticket in their wallet, a diploma framed upon their wall, a badge, a white coat, you name it. The belief in their training or having been trained, supersedes any need to actually apply the things learned.

It's like a highly trained swordsman who fails to draw his sword because he believes he's a highly trained swordsman. What good's going to come of that? His belief will get him cut to ribbons.

Robert Anton Wilson is probably best known for his saying, “Belief is the death of Intelligence”; and this is pretty much what I'm talking about here.

Once a belief gets lodged in amongst the lines of code that make up your Circuit Three Program, it kind of takes over. Instead of acting intelligently, productively, creatively; one begins a series of behaviours which only serve to reinforce the belief; which in turn makes the person think they have accomplished something with regard to the skill associated with the belief when, in fact, they have only created mental pictures and scripts in their heads. These scripts and pictures/mental movies have the same effect on those infected with BSV (Belief System Virus) as having taken the action itself! These self-created images are then fed-back into the original BSV programming code as “self-referential reinforcers”. This is the most insidious way BSV usurps the imaginative/imaging properties of the Third Circuit which it infects. From here the code continues to rewrite itself until it makes more and more synaptic connections with pre-established networks throughout the brain. Before long, the one suffering from BSV sees the illness as a part of him/her-self.

Like a biological virus invading host cells and replacing cell DNA with its own RNA which is encoded to turn the cell into a virus factory, BSV soon spreads similarly throughout the Circuit it's infected until it takes over the whole thing. It then spreads from person to person through Circuit Three Vectors; primarily reading, listening, and talking.

And all the Circuits are connected and feedback on one another in various ways.

This is what is largely responsible for all the insanity and unproductive behaviours so prevalent in the world today. And the virus is spreading faster than ever.

But there is a vaccine, a treatment...

The House of Madness is deeply committed to the eradication of BSV across the globe. Many others stand with us. There are ways you can help yourself too.

1. Limit or eliminate ANY form of communication with BSV infectees
2. Install Anti-Virus coding into your Third Circuit, it will write itself into all the lower Circuits automatically. These programming codes can be found in the works of Robert Anton Wilson, Dr. Timothy Leary, Aleister Crowley, and Dr. C.S. Hyatt, for starters.
3. Give yourself daily injections of the Anti-Virus
4. Learn to think for yourself; this will get easier as the Anti-Virus takes effect
5. This is HARD WORK and can be very, very painful!

These are but a few places to start if you want to be free of BSV and take your mind and your life back.

The process of uninstalling BSV is very difficult and often requires years of intense treatment. If you should decide to rid yourself of this pernicious illness, start thinking like a diabetic. Daily injections! For life.

Is there a way you can tell if YOU have BSV? Yes, there are many tests, but that's a whole subject in itself; perhaps another time.

In the meantime, it's best to assume your are infected, because almost everyone on earth today is. The internet is a great thing, but it opens propagation vectors previously unavailable to BSV. But it also allows for easier and faster distribution of the Anti-Virus.

So start your treatment today! 

 

BTW, for those few of you who believe yourselves to be BSV free, take the treatment anyway. It's harmless to the uninfected and it will make your schlong bigger... or you're boobs, if your a woman.

PONDER!