Artificial Intelligence

Random neural firings, yet somehow still contrived

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Friday, February 17, 2006

Friday Feast

Appetizer
If you were a color, which color would you be, and why?
Black, probably, for my general distrust of humans. I hope no one would say gray.

Soup
When was the last time you went to the doctor, and what was your reason for going?
About a year ago, to get my documents filled out for Austria. He had to vouch that I didn't have leprosy or cholera, among other things.

Salad
What do you collect?
Guilt. Weight. Knowledge. Age. Do any of those things count?

Main Course
What were you like in high school? Name one thing you miss and one thing you don't miss about those days.
Though I played sports, I wasn't sporty enough to be a jock. Though I was smart, my marks weren't high enough to be in the nerd clique. For the first year and a half I was a geek, for sure, though I normalized a bit around Christmas Grade 11, concurrent with my first pair of jeans. So mostly I was one of that group of a dozen or so people who you see in the yearbook and say, "Who the hell is that? Did he go to our school? Really?" I miss the schoolwork, because I was good at it, and it was there sitting for you, prepared by someone else with no grunt work required on your part. I don't miss the social awkwardness. My nadir was definitely Grade 10. I can remember looking out of the bus window and seeing some kids laughing and thinking, "What right do they have to be happy if I'm not?" So I was depressed and self-absorbed. Thankfully I've been able to buck the depression part.

Dessert
Pretend you're standing in front of your home, with your back towards your home. Describe the view - what can you see?

A tall tree, almost as high as the five-storey building I live in. An open square, lightly dusted with snow. Four large dumpsters, caged in by a locked gate. Three other apartment buildings, including the one straight ahead, which is more upscale than the others. It's a more pleasing view than it sounds.

Cheers,
John

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