Go me.
not
wtf happened
I know fucking karate
Your thoughts, insights, and musings on this matter intrigue me
noice 
"Huh. Did everything just taste purple for a second?"
yep that tasted purple
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Not a clue. Server was just off when I got home today.
Cats dancing on keyboards, I spose.
Cats dancing on keyboards, I spose.
Hide the keyboard next time you leave the house.chuyskywalker wrote:
Not a clue. Server was just off when I got home today.
Cats dancing on keyboards, I spose.
No, I don't need an attitude adjustment. You just need to fuck off.
There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?
exactly what went through my mind when the computer blue screened yesterday