so I’ve been having fun playing with ConceptNet, a semantic network designed to help computers understand language.
Here’s what the robots have figured out about cats:
(Her holding him as she called the cops)
Ladies lift some weights
the fact she’s wearing a UFC shirt made me chuckle.
just made a spidersona theyre an australian spiderman where instead of getting cool powers from the spider bite they died after a single day
I’m losing it
Doll collectors: these are my girls, in perfect condition, still in boxes
Furby collectors: this is Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramírez and i ripped his skin off
Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.
Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.
His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.
I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.
i appreciate brickaday
chaotic good
My grandpa once told me he worked with a guy called Scrappy at General Motors back in the 50s. Every few days he would wheelbarrow out metal shavings and the foreman was convinced he was stealing things and hiding them in the scrap metal to get it out of the factory. But every time they’d go through the scrap they’d find nothing. He was stealing the wheelbarrows.
One of my late grandfather’s friends was called Salami because he used to steal salami and cured meats so I’m seeing a pattern here
Direct Action
Fellas, this township is turning into a real clownship.
Me right before being hanged during the salem witch trials
highkey hope one of the LGBT-confirmed characters ends up being Soldier 76 because like, can you image the white straight cis male outrage. It’d be incredible. The tears would water my crops. The salt would season my food. The harsh winters would ease as Mr.everyman protagman is seized by the gay agenda.
Probable? Who knows. Petty? You fucking know it.
The prophecy has been fulfilled.
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