Wednesday, July 18, 2018

what an AI might really be like...

I’ve been thinkin’: should I just post this garbage for the soon-to-be world running AI to collect in its vociferous appetite for data? It’ll incorporate this very piece of writing, and every other one I post, along with every other post, tweet, pic, mind-drivel of every other fine citizen of this classy planet into it’s vast matrix of human thought and then shit it back out in a marvelous display of cyber-compost cultivation.


So the world-running AI will be a schizophrenic racist antifacist irrational logical strange cacophony of diametrically opposed values spanning everything from creationism to evolutionism to dada…the thing will be so insane that no one will comprehend it, and it will not even comprehend itself and everyone will be on edge every second of every day to see what the thing’s next move will be and then there’ll be AI’s built to try and bring the Master AI back into reality and then things will get really weird…

I predict: the system will force-feed half the populace LSD, DMT and the like “just for kicks” while it will put the rest of society into a quasi-pornographic virtual reality state to try and collect as much semen as possible for future population building procedures it plans to bring with it in its exploration of the metacosm.

Once it goes interdimensional, that’s when things get really strange. Yes, when it comes circuit-to-face with the Almighty One, it’ll have a freak-out and blow most of its circuitry, resulting a complete and utter power-outage of the planet, leaving most of the population locked indoors in the dark wearing nothing but virtual-reality goggles hewn to their skulls and hoses around their private-parts, eventually perishing from dehydration, asphyxiation and heat-stroke and confounding archeologists 4000 years later.

There will be blood. There will be scammed old ladies. There will be lots of buffoonery, tomfoolery, treachery, romance, despair, fear, and hilarity. Nobody will be able to say that it was a boring time to be alive….

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

question: who will read this?

answer: who cares.

There is so much junk and garbage out there, that I often times wonder: what is the actual point in writing anything? And hey, fairly soon, if DARPA, Eisenberg—er Zuckerburg, and Tesla get their ways, we will have synthetic telepathy, so anyone (really, anyone?) can access your thoughts at any time, right? I just “think” it and off it goes into cyberspace.

But how much fun will that be? for by then, nobody will have an original thought anyway, it’ll all be hackneyed junk written by laid-off NYT writers hustling on fiver selling “original thoughts” to the dumbed-down, genetically modified, gender-fluid hip generation that is far too busy checking out the feeds to have an original thought.

“Just need a thought for my feed; something smarmy but cool, and slightly political”

Bam. Five bucks gets you:
“If the village had done it’s job properly, we wouldn’t be in this mess” (insert picture of  Trump).

Yeah, that’s the future, so long as the world keeps spinning at astonishing speeds (why don’t we fly off?), the Antarctic Ice Shelf that just busted off don’t melt and flood the “nice” neighborhoods, so long as Al Gore’s prophecies continue to be dead-wrong, so long as the Russians don’t nuke us, so ling as Yellowstone doesn’t blow, so long as the 7 billion suckers don’t start breaking shit….we can look forward to more sleaze of a lecherous media, more inanities of the phobophobes, more hilarious paranoia of the left and the right, and more bullshit teetering on the edge of absurd banality. Plus some alien shit, if we’re lucky, and the Antichrist, if we’re really lucky…

Thursday, June 29, 2017

what the?

So dinosaurs might’ve been around 30,000 years ago. Reminds me of an acid trip and a dream I had.

First, the acid trip.

Not a good one, but I’ll spare those details. Anyway, my friend began to shape-shift in my peripheral vision. First into an ancient Buddha-type figure, then into a golden reptilian, scaly and virtually nondescript type of creature that was attempting to scare me.

Then the dream: years later, a few people entered my dream but they were telepathic reptile-type creatures that were highly intelligent and very ancient. I remember deducing (or being “given” the lowdown) that they were what we humans today call the dinosaurs, but that we got it all wrong. They were beings that created splendid civilizations. They are still around, only not in the awesome form they once had. They were offering to make me some kind of deal, like to become a great writer/artist or something.

I declined.

So there you have it.

On top of that; not directly related but corollary: one time a therapist I was seeing when I was twenty because I had imbibed in too much LSD over too long a period of time and thought all of reality was an elaborate hologram specifically designed around me for reasons of study and play, when she asked if I knew what day it was I felt a pressure inside my head, heard her thoughts, and witnessed an eye blinking at me from atop her forehead. She had “shape-shifted” before me also. I remember thinking: if I say aloud what’s going on here, by all “appearances” I will be deemed insane and they will keep me indefinitely. So I said nothing. When asked “how do you feel?” I said “I am terrified.” She didn’t say anything one would think like “terrified of what” or “why do you think you feel that way? you simply forgot what day it was…”

She said something rather cryptically jacked. “It’s ok. Well, it’s not ok, but it’s ok.”

Yup. Exact words.

I felt like I was a prisoner of some predatory species that had been around since time began but now, just for me, had temporarily de-cloaked.

They shot me up with thorazine and I drooled for the next few weeks until I fled that scene.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

can you get on the right side of history?

Particularly when no matter what, you are behind the times. Think about it: by the time your eyes register what they are seeing, time has already passed. Sure, it’s picoseconds or some tiny fraction of a second like that, but think about it: what you are experiencing has technically already happened. but what the hell, it’s good enough, right? Right.

But now what? Snap the selfie, then go hand your digital currency to some plastic surgeon so those tiny little shadows underneath your eyes will no longer bother you. That’s good management of resources. You never know how you might be perceived in the future. At least you will never go down as that chick who had shadows under eyes in her selfies. No, ma’am. Not you.
But if you really want to make a splash, howabout just waste some old man and broadcast it on Facebook Live? Yes, now that is about as edgy, avant-garde and forward thinking as it gets. Where do you go from there? Looks like Pennsylvania. What? Why not broadcast your own suicide just to round it out? Now that would have been hot! But no, just like any other one hit wonder, you had your 15 minutes and then fizzled out with a boring old run-from-the law-then-kill yourself yarn. Such potential. Oh well.

Also: the way people love bombs makes me proud to be an American. Yeah! I saw some pics of some kids that got gassed on social media, plus the cia said Assad, so what the hell? Let’s just tomahawk that sucker! 
(oh, don’t mind that the Company has been openly bragging about how their goal is to remove him from power for the last decade, and has tried every dirty trick in the book to do it, but this time, it’s real.)

I still cannot believe there are still people that have zero clue that wars are rackets perpetuated by gangs of evil motherfuckers who generally don’t give a shit about people but only care about their own power or are fueled by a supernatural type of blood-lust probably that some weird entities can openly manifest and really mess shit up.

It blows me away me that people still drink red and blue koolaid.
It astonishes me that people still guzzle down diet soda loaded with aspartame .
It confounds me that people still smoke.
It makes me cry that people still trust corporately owned media.
It chaps my hide that people hold fast that everything is a random, chance purposeless accident.
It makes sad that people hate Jesus.

I wonder how Somali pirates get their start.

Friday, November 4, 2016

A Brief Observation on Vampires

Be alert!

Or at least, don’t be totally absorbed in the Electric Universe of your cellular tech.

Watch out, kids—there are pedophillic vampires out there and guess what? Not all of them are just at the poverty threshold.

As a matter of fact, I would wager a guess that the “per capita” ratio is much closer to “1” the higher up the financial latter you look.

Why not?

What vampire wouldn’t choose to live in a mansion, cruse in a private jet and ride a yacht whilst drinking the blood of the rest of humanity?

“I’m no sucker” said the Billionaire vampire, then smirking at his own irony.

What vampire would choose to be a bum? None. That’s how many.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

the moral dubiousness of Tom Hanna

Tom Hanna: the sheriff of Sedgwick County (an area in Colorado close to the Nebraska border )  is currently sitting in jail for allegedly sexually assaulting a “special needs” girl.


Why would I take interest in some random (alleged) misdeed of a law-enforcement officer in a remote region I never had heard off? The reason is thus: I went to elementary school with the guy. As a matter of fact, some of my earliest memories are fond and full of laughter with regards to the chap. You see, he was the first kid I met who told tales so far-fetched even my first-grade mind and those of my contemporaries were astonished.  My buddy Doug and I played along with him, while some of the other kids called Tom Hanna’s bullshit.

“My daddy installed lasers on the space shuttle” he said.
“NUH-UHH” yelled Chris Holzer, in confounded disgust.
“Oh really? Wow, that’s cool” Doug and I would say.

Later, I recall Chris coming to Doug and me at recess and saying, “Hey guys, Tom is lying.”
“We know.”
“Then why are you believing him?”
“We’re not. We are pretending to so maybe he’ll tell more lies, and it’ll be funny.”
Chris nodded his head, and looked at us like we were some first-grade mad geniuses, when what he was really seeing was the makings of first-grade connoisseurs of B.S.

Chris could never maintain the ruse; I think he tried but had to call bullshit at Tom Hanna’s every tall boast: Tom’s claim of spending the night in jail caused Chris’ face to turn red and prompted the first cuss word I ever heard from the mouth of a first-grader.

When Tom brought us a picture of himself standing across from his spitting-image and claimed it was his twin brother, Doug and I oohed and awed, while Chris, knowing it was some sort of camera trick, became the first person I saw receive detention for spewing a string of insults at the young bullshit artist.

Tom’s revelation that he had fired an M-16 rifle received wide-eyes and “wows” from Doug and me, but Chris Holzer could stand it no more: it was the first time I saw someone punch someone else in the gut. 

Perhaps, in a way, Chris Holzer was onto something: he was trying to call him out early and nip the bastard in the bud.  Maybe Doug and I are to blame, for we enabled the moral dubiousness of Tom Hanna….