talk_to_transformer epitome of incomprehensibility https://talktotransformer.com/ I asked it "Why was 6 afraid of 7?" and it responded: Because 7 was standing right in front of 6. 6 saw him and shook his head. 7 was standing in his place. 7 had an odd expression on his face. He turned around and saw 6 standing in his place. 7 was so fascinated by 6 that he held out a hand and reached out and put 6's hand into it. He put the finger tips of his hands together, knuckle to knuckle. He wiggled it around a little bit. Then he reached out a little bit more and put 6's hand into it. 6 realized that 7 was having a ball. He turned around and saw 7 standing in his place. 7 grabbed a gun and asked, "What do you want?" ... It can't decide whether to make love or war. 200104 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Same question. I like the last sentence: Well... 7 became 6's friend and 7 didn't have much of a connection to 6. It's fine. It's not their fault. Everyone do it to one another. Even I did it to my brother. I don't remember if it was 3:00 or 12:00. I remember it was a Friday night, and we were playing baseball with the other kids on the street. I think 6 was the pitcher. He was a pitcher, and was often like that. He was very tall. And his fastball moved that fast. His fastball was a 400 mile an hour battering ram, capable of making a baseball look like a softball ball, or a small-ball, soccer ball, football ball... whatever 200104 ... raze in one of my dreams last night, i heard part of a new led zeppelin song called "i don't understand this house". i typed that into the transformer and it gave me this: "I don't understand this house. It just seems to be occupied by creeps. Everyone stays home with their families, we don't go out much, but the parking lot is full of cheap cars, and there's something strange about the cobwebs. Maybe it's because I like to look at the trees. I think they're pretty, and their lines don't seem to intersect with the neighbors." "You want to look at them?" Rob said, bemused. "Sure. There's so many different colors in the trees, and there's something sort of soothing about it. I think I can see the future here. It's like a tree house made out of limbs and branches, and I'm sure the tree house is coming to life." 200105 ... e_o_i Wow! That is pure poetry. Vaguely creepy and funny at the same time. "I'm sure the tree house is coming to life..." (Well, the hills are alive with the sound of music, so why not the tree house?) 200105 ... e_o_i Me: You can't pass a hockey puck all the way from Montreal to Warsaw. Computer: You can't hop on the subway in Stockholm and be in New York in the time it takes to board the trans-Atlantic flight from New York to Montreal. I'm not saying these things cause all the rest of it but, for me, knowing that my country is safe, that all the things that I could fear never come to pass; knowing that, when the night falls, I can count on having lights on in my apartment, no matter where I am in the world, is invaluable. I think that there's a danger of too much fear. We seem so 210705 ... e_o_i Me: I say I'm from Montreal and not Dorval because Computer: I'm too lazy to get the address right every time and I'm too embarrassed to write down the town where I live. That's why I rarely post about the place I was born. Anyway, I guess I'm really from New Hampshire, so there. I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My dad owned a shoe repair business on the North Shore of Pittsburgh and my mom worked part-time as a waitress at night, going to school full time. We were middle class, but not really. I'll give you a moment to absorb that. Thanks 210705 ... raze i typed: "what i wanted wasn't willing to want me back." i thought i might get some interesting wordplay. what i got instead was this: "for some reason, the more i thought about what you had done and the more i realized that i still loved you, the more i wanted to hate you and the less i wanted to feel the true emotion that was and is still taking over my heart and soul. i know it's been really really long since i have posted and i'm sorry for that. i have this class that is just killing me. well, not literally. but they are really hard to sit through. i have enjoyed being able to write what's on my mind so i won't forget it. but the pain i feel in my heart, well, you know how it is. even writing this, i feel like no one understands what i feel. my ex is making me go see a doctor. i was hoping that the doc would be able to tell me something that i could do to fix it or make the pain go away, but unfortunately it looks like it's something that i am going to have to deal with for a long time. she told me today that she wants me to start taking vitamin d again and the pain will go away. i am not sure if it was just her way of trying to help me, or if she really believes that it will work, but i am willing to try. there is a possibility that it won't work and i might have to live with it the rest of my life, but that chance is much smaller than the chance that i could wake up tomorrow morning and it'll be gone and i can spend the rest of my life with the man that i love. you have no idea how much you hurt me today. as i walked out of my room to go see the doc, i knew that the pain was going to be unbearable. i don't think i have ever been this devastated and heartbroken. you were gone. you weren't there waiting for me to come back to you. i tried to open the door and i couldn't. it wouldn't even open halfway." i was ... not expecting something that heavy to come out the other end. 231210 ... e_o_i It's being a bit nonsensical with me, but one part stuck out: "This was supposed to be my year to write all the novels I'd always wanted to write, all the stories I'd always wanted to tell. It hasn't worked out" 231210 ... e_o_i I was curious to know if it spoke French. I typed "Parlez-vous francais?" (excuse the lack of accent on "c") and got this: Séquence : Daniel wants to know if this guy in a bar really was the villain, or was it just another harmless Canadian guy who happened to speak French. Pierre : Ah, Daniel, the French-speaking world is populated by my countrymen of noble descent. Daniel : (thinking) So am I. Maybe I should look into buying a car... P : Maybe, but we can tell you something more. We learned that this scene is from the VHS tape where it says "FRANCOIS-LYON 5" in red underline. Daniel : What the... who knows what a "François-Lyon 5" is? Who speaks French like that anymore? P : Unfortunately, there are still some who think like that. Daniel : So we get three pretty solid statements about the villain... Daniel and Pierre run into each other again in a bar. Daniel asks Pierre how he's doing, and asks if he thinks he was killed by the guy in the wheelchair. Pierre : Jean-Pierre has his moments. I'm doing fine. How are you? Daniel : Hey man, I've been really frustrated trying to find some answers about this "François-Lyon 5." Pierre: Well, it doesn't take too long to get your hands on an Oscar. Daniel : Ah man, now that's some real power, man. Now I'm a big shot. Pierre: Well, we can tell you what a Frenchman would be doing in a wheelchair: They would be pooping. Daniel : Oh, THAT'S what they would be doing. Nice! Pierre: You can go and read up on it on Wikipedia if you'd like, but I don't think you'll learn much else. Daniel: The only thing I learned from Wikipedia was that baby carrots make great pudding. 231210 ... raze (okay, that just made me laugh out loud.) 231210 what's it to you? who go blather from