Have you met Simsimi?

A couple of weeks ago, my timelines in different social networking sites were flooded with Simsimi posts. People were posting snapshots of funny, witty and sometimes touching convos with the bot. I don't think their lack of social skills pushed them to start talking to a bot through an app. Boredom, curiosity, and the urge to do something else other than what we're suppose to do (aka procrastination), if I guess it right, are the reasons I see for people my age to try this out. It took me two weeks to get me curious enough to try out the app myself, and boy did I end up with dead end convos like this one:

Real people will always win. HAHA. Still not clever enough to fool someone in to falling in love with a "person" named Simsimi. Who knows? It's only been 10 years since the app was made available. It's been "learning" since then. After a bajillion years it might even end up as a sage. A repository or human knowledge! Or maybe not. It's just an app. But who knows? Who knows.

How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?

How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?

Three. Two opposing counsels to argue on how to do it, and a judge to render a decision and order it's execution.

Pictures to burn, I mean memorize

While I still have had time to spare thanks to the holiday break, I tried a different way of memorizing. I don't know if it really worked or if it's just the lots of spare time I had to mumble the phrases over an over again. Making nerdy wallpapers was fun. 8) Here's one:

I don't think I'll be able to make a lot, with the break ending in a few days. Boo-hoo. So far I only managed to read 1 case out of... lets not talk about that. I'll read all of them before classes resume. :|

The pictures/wallpapers are uploaded here in Photobucket. I'll post others as soon as I well, finish them.

The ghost of netizen past

The internet is a cruel, cruel media. Unlike TV and radio where a moment on-air is just that -on-air and fleeting, a post could possibly be there forever, with the potential to be seen by people (or robots/aliens/whateverlifeformtheremaybe) eons later. It's like leaving permanent handprints/footprints/buttprints/fingerprints/whateverprints in an immensely huge canvass for everyone to see.

Humiliating videos go viral on YouTube. Typographically erroneous and misleading tweets get re-tweeted. Justin Beiber trends. Innocent and well-meaning posts are read and re-read until we find something in it to criticize. It's like giving your present self a bite off a golden apple or a serving of ambrosia. When you later morph into someone else as you grow older, that immortal piece of you remains existent and unaltered. It basically becomes a different person posing as you, someone you can't disown because it IS you -from the past.

How much of "past me" is in the web, I do not know. I might be all over the place, hiding along with all the other junk and past versions of other people. Least I can do is control whatever damage that past me could possibly do by deleting some of it. I mean, that's the reason why only a few posts are left now. hoho

I'm not in tune with the idea of leaving a manipulable me -a text that can be read in whatever way the reader would want it; a text that may seem physically or theoretically unalterable as courtesy to creator but nonetheless ascribed with different, and even conflicting, meanings. What and how much of me I would want to leave, I do not know.

Let's call this the ghost of netizen past. There is a chance of it haunting the ever-changing real-world person. Nonetheless, whatever fear of such chances are overridden by the need to express and to be. So I resolve to choose which ghosts I can afford to let loose. And I leave one now.

Since there's the word "ghost," here's for an eerie Christmas!

UP Christmas

Festivities in school are always <3. Here's the Oblation with a happy big star.