Jan 2018
could this interlude, have possibly been
an a.i. experiment?
let's face it,
i can't remember the last time i played
games, drunk...
but then i did grow up with playstation UNE
and didn't concern myself much further...
but i was in a waiting line for
the past week or so...
and i thought that i'd relax...
well: esp. if it's a multiplayer game -
WAR ROBOTS -
and while everyone was
fighting - and the prize was:
to hold the beacons for the majority
of time...
so i walked my Galihad to
an empty space...
and, well: we won...
i'll say another thing:
my mother loved Tetris -
which probably translates as Candy Crush
saga these days...
i don't mind...
gaming used to be a very Saturday
morning ritual for me...
i even did homework on Friday
nights, ****!
- but gaming has changed so much -
for one i don't remember playing
games drunk - with a backache -
soothed by 250mg of Naproxen -
but then again:
last time i gamed was when i was a school...
but it started bugging me -
the 502 & 504 errors -
so i bid on a gamble:
is this about filtering automatons?
you know, like entering text akin to:
no grammatical structure?
i said to myself:
you've been waiting for about 2 weeks
to finally get that white piece of pixel -
do something that is counter-intuitive...
so i read about the 502 & 504 errors...
timeouts... ah! wipeout!
a playstation 1 primer...
when did i last play games drinking?
i was already Colonel Kurtz in the game -
because i can't even remember if i ever
played a multiplayer game online
with other live users
since... never...
back when it was all about
Tenchu and Final Fantasy VII -
and the bedroom's worth of a Saturday morning...
so i was probing the past few days
with generic entries to bypass
the 502 & 504 timeouts...
turns out "a.i." feeds on content worth
storing... worth on banking:
a complication, stuttering of tongue...
and why is it that i'm listening
to a live-stream of FAMA radio?
https://radiofama.com.pl/?
well... i've stopped being snobbish
about music... pop is: bubblegum and
ice-cream scoops -
the radio concerned?
after 10pm: minimal adverts -
maximum music...
i already have a snobbish
music collection...
i can listen to it
on a ****** concern -
but as snobbish as it sounds:
if you really want to appreciate a radio -
might as well collect some of:
actually remains other peoples' tastes:
to invoke - wine and candle and a girl
impressed...
probably 2nd from how
impressive it is with a husband, father,
wife, mother - sitting silent in a room
with the t.v. off, two candles burning
and each to their trance of:
give me a chance to recreate with you
by procrastinating...
and of the monk son?
he has been silent for two days -
is he making whims?
to prove a point he took out
the trash, fixed the gabbage bags to
the trash cans...
lay in bed,
smoked only two cigarettes
through the day...
abstained from talking -
because smoking is really coupled
with a good conversation...
plus he always wanted to become a monk...
cries when he hears templar chants
if he's in the right mood...
but hey,
the 502 & 504 HTTP conundrum was solved:
the robot needed to understand
a human was working in the medium...
because? the last entries waiting
to be published / saved in draft looked
like the following list (title, followed by text):
T, T
L, L
500, 500
Ere, Lot
Aye, Scot
Spa, wet
Lob, 'edder
Jeer, Fancy...
now i'm actually fascinated
when a problem can be solved -
without actually having to contact
a webmaster a 2nd time...
some weird offshoot of
playing a game while drinking...
weird: as: ****!
an a.i. experiment?
let's face it,
i can't remember the last time i played
games, drunk...
but then i did grow up with playstation UNE
and didn't concern myself much further...
but i was in a waiting line for
the past week or so...
and i thought that i'd relax...
well: esp. if it's a multiplayer game -
WAR ROBOTS -
and while everyone was
fighting - and the prize was:
to hold the beacons for the majority
of time...
so i walked my Galihad to
an empty space...
and, well: we won...
i'll say another thing:
my mother loved Tetris -
which probably translates as Candy Crush
saga these days...
i don't mind...
gaming used to be a very Saturday
morning ritual for me...
i even did homework on Friday
nights, ****!
- but gaming has changed so much -
for one i don't remember playing
games drunk - with a backache -
soothed by 250mg of Naproxen -
but then again:
last time i gamed was when i was a school...
but it started bugging me -
the 502 & 504 errors -
so i bid on a gamble:
is this about filtering automatons?
you know, like entering text akin to:
no grammatical structure?
i said to myself:
you've been waiting for about 2 weeks
to finally get that white piece of pixel -
do something that is counter-intuitive...
so i read about the 502 & 504 errors...
timeouts... ah! wipeout!
a playstation 1 primer...
when did i last play games drinking?
i was already Colonel Kurtz in the game -
because i can't even remember if i ever
played a multiplayer game online
with other live users
since... never...
back when it was all about
Tenchu and Final Fantasy VII -
and the bedroom's worth of a Saturday morning...
so i was probing the past few days
with generic entries to bypass
the 502 & 504 timeouts...
turns out "a.i." feeds on content worth
storing... worth on banking:
a complication, stuttering of tongue...
and why is it that i'm listening
to a live-stream of FAMA radio?
https://radiofama.com.pl/?
well... i've stopped being snobbish
about music... pop is: bubblegum and
ice-cream scoops -
the radio concerned?
after 10pm: minimal adverts -
maximum music...
i already have a snobbish
music collection...
i can listen to it
on a ****** concern -
but as snobbish as it sounds:
if you really want to appreciate a radio -
might as well collect some of:
actually remains other peoples' tastes:
to invoke - wine and candle and a girl
impressed...
probably 2nd from how
impressive it is with a husband, father,
wife, mother - sitting silent in a room
with the t.v. off, two candles burning
and each to their trance of:
give me a chance to recreate with you
by procrastinating...
and of the monk son?
he has been silent for two days -
is he making whims?
to prove a point he took out
the trash, fixed the gabbage bags to
the trash cans...
lay in bed,
smoked only two cigarettes
through the day...
abstained from talking -
because smoking is really coupled
with a good conversation...
plus he always wanted to become a monk...
cries when he hears templar chants
if he's in the right mood...
but hey,
the 502 & 504 HTTP conundrum was solved:
the robot needed to understand
a human was working in the medium...
because? the last entries waiting
to be published / saved in draft looked
like the following list (title, followed by text):
T, T
L, L
500, 500
Ere, Lot
Aye, Scot
Spa, wet
Lob, 'edder
Jeer, Fancy...
now i'm actually fascinated
when a problem can be solved -
without actually having to contact
a webmaster a 2nd time...
some weird offshoot of
playing a game while drinking...
weird: as: ****!
