Verden omkring Michel

Soon after I’ve found out that this Spleak was a bot, it came to my attention, that she wasn’t the only one on my list. Also WSJ, Prof Gilzot, Moviefone and Sharethisdotcom were bots. Very interesting, since I never fancied chatting with bots very much, and I have definitely never added five of them. So after a little more investigation, I found out, that these were automaticly added to a number of AIM accounts. Screw you, AOL!

Update Anyway, I’ve decided to exploit the possibilities of this Spleak girl. So in the menu on the right, you can find a link to all conversations, I’ve logged. I think there will be a new one every once in a while, when I get just a tad too bored. There is four conversations saved there for now. Go to my Spleaks.

So, I decided to give Spleak another chance. I definitely regret that, after a few moments. Now she is deleted from my contact list. I never liked girls without brains anyway ;-)

Okay, so I was a bit bored this afternoon, and decided to clean out my friends list. Then there was this girl, who calls herself ‘Spleak’. Since I couldn’t remember when or where I’ve found her, or why I even added her to my list, I decided to do a google search for her.  It turns out that this “girl” is a bot, or a Virtual girl as she calls herself (or her creators, anyway). I decided to put her on a test (I was utterly bored, remember). It worked out pretty well at first. But all the sudden she developed severe ADD (attention deficit disorder). Take a look.

A sudden commotion destroyed the moment: the door flew open and two angry men wearing the coarse faded blue robes and belts of Cruxwan University burst into the room, thrusting aside the ineffectual flunkie who tried to bar their way.

“We demand admission!” shouted the younger of the two men, elbowing a pretty young secretary in the throat.

“Come on,” shouted the other one, “you can’t keep us out!” He pushed a junior programmer back through the door.

“We demand that you can’t keep us out!” bawled the younger one, though he was now firmly inside the room and no further attempts were being made to stop him.

“Who are you?” said Lunkwill, rising angrily from his seat. “What do you want?”

“I am Majikthise!” announced the older one.

“And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!” shouted the younger one.

Majikthise turned to Vroomfondel. “It’s all right,” he explained angrily, “you don’t need to demand that.”

“All right!” bawled Vroomfondel, banging on a nearby desk. “I am Vroomfondel, and that is NOT a demand, that is a solid FACT! What we demand is solid FACTS!”

“No, no we don’t!” exclaimed Majikthise in irritation. “That is precisely what we don’t demand!”

Scarcely pausing for breath, Vroomfondel shouted, “We DON’T demand solid facts! What we demand is the total ABSENCE of solid facts. I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!”

“But who the devil are you?” exclaimed an outraged Fook.

“We,” said Majikthise, “are Philosophers.”

“Though we may not be,” said Vroomfondel, waving a warning finger at the programmers.

Ok, I finally got around to start reading HHGTTG. In english. Which roughly means it will take me a decade or two, to get through. But so far its great fun, and I’ve decided to share a quote with you every now and then, when I stumble upon something extrordinary good. Like this.

“Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come to terms with not being a whale any more. This is a complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended it. Ah …
! What’s happening?
It thought. Er, excuse me, who am I? Hello? Why am I here?
What’s my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Calm down, get a grip now …
Oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it?
It’s a sort of …
Yawning, tingling sensation in my …
My … well I suppose I’d better start finding names for things if I want to make any headway in what for the sake of what I shall call an argument I shall call the world, so let’s call it my stomach. Good.
Ooooh, it’s getting quite strong.
And hey, what’s about this whistling roaring sound going past what I’m suddenly going to call my head?
Perhaps I can call that …
Wind! Is that a good name?
It’ll do … perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I’ve found out what it’s for.
It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a hell of a lot of it.
Hey! What’s this thing?
This … let’s call it a tail - yeah, tail.
Hey! I can can really thrash it about pretty good can’t I?
Wow! Wow! That feels great!
Doesn’t seem to achieve very much but I’ll probably find out what it’s for later on.
Now - have I built up any coherent picture of things yet? No. Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I’m quite dizzy with anticipation … Or is it the wind? There really is a lot of that now isn’t it? And wow!
Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast?
Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like …
Ow … ound … round …
Ground! That’s it!
That’s a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me? And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence. Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again.
Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”