Hey, a blog post that isn’t about you-know-what for once. I had the description of the dream typed up but I’m too lazy to format it with proper capitalization and punctuation. Here goes regardless:
i was at the library on a computer there and was working with this really confusing google doc in chinese and mom over the phone made me do a bunch of shit i didnt want to do, like view it on my phone where a bunch of characters rendered incorrectly, and wouldnt let me go home until i finished with it. then the library closed, but i refused to go home until i found my cats eddie and phoebe who i had taken to the library so i could bring them back home, even though my siblings who had also gone to the library had long gone back home. i went up to the library staff, who had these computers running software that keeps track of pets brought to the library and their current status. a staff member told me phoebe was killed in a fire (but she couldnt pronounce the cat’s name), and i waited and waited and waited to at least know if eddie was ok, but didnt get a response before i woke up and realized it was just a dream. in the dream, i felt like a terrible person for bringing the cats to the library when they couldve been safe at home.
A website that extrapolates from text you’ll input in surprisingly logical yet humorous ways, that at times you can just barely tell is from artificial intelligence.
One such extrapolation from my Homestuck post titles I find especially amusing. See for yourself:
That escalated quickly…
Try this website yourself, maybe with snippets from Homestuck or whatever thing you like. It’s way way way way way way way too much fun.
So I’m finally back home from vacation now. And I’m kind of sorry that I didn’t make more blog posts after the one about feeding birds. I did consider a few things to write posts about but I just didn’t bother with all that. It’s not that I didn’t do cool stuff, it’s just that I didn’t do things that I felt would make interesting blog post topics. If you want to know, here’s some stuff I did. I went to a super-relaxing warm hot spring pool, hiked around mountains that I got to with a cable car, ate a lot of food, and some other stuff.
The flight home was kind of interesting for a few reasons. The longest of the three flights started 3:30 PM and ended around 5:30 PM because it went six hours back due to time zones. Skipping ahead six hours in the middle of the night is one thing, but skipping back six hours in the afternoon is kind of weird. On the way there, I felt pretty sick after not sleeping for about 20 hours. But this time around it’s kind of different. After a long day of flying in airplanes, I decided that when I get home I would hop right into bed and get a nice well-earned sleep. But somehow I am wide awake a little after midnight writing a blog post in my twenty-fifth straight hour of being awake. I have no idea how such a thing is even possible.
During the vacation, I also thought about my blog posts. I’ve decided to continue my Homestuck posts as I did previously, with a new post every few days. I’m even more hyped than I already was about reaching Act 6 due to some random thoughts I had. But I also had the idea to write a commentary post series on Problem Sleuth, Homestuck’s predecessor. I don’t know when that commentary will start, but I imagine that starting within the next week I might work on Problem Sleuth posts alongside Homestuck posts, with Homestuck posts released more regularly. Before I start my Problem Sleuth posts I’ll write an introduction post similar to my Homestuck commentary introduction post.
I’ll get back to my regular blog posts tomorrow (technically later today), after I get a good night’s sleep.
EDIT: One more thing I forgot to mention. I plan on making a full real-life edited version of Detective Pony, something I’ll be able to feasibly do after I get a summer job and can buy supplies with my own money, stuff my parents would never buy for me.
I am in Italy now. I went there yesterday for the first time in my life and I will be there until around the 19th. Since writing my last post four days ago, I spent some time thinking about the next thing I want to write about, when earlier today I did something and thought, this would be a good thing to write about.
My family walked around somewhere for a bit, and at one point we sat on a bench and ate sandwiches we brought. There were some birds there, and we all started tearing off bits of bread and feed them to birds, something I had done before in an earlier vacation. When the first crumb was thrown, a whole bunch more birds came out of nowhere to fight for the food; eventually there was quite a flock of them.
It worked pretty much like this. One of us would throw a bit of bread at the group of birds, and whichever one catches it first eats the whole thing. But when I tried it out with a bigger piece, about half an inch in size, something funny happened. One of the birds grabbed the piece and selfishly flew away with it, as if it’s prized delicious food not to share with anyone else. I did that several times, and each time that same thing happened.
I seriously expected birds to be a bit smarter than this, maybe for each to gather around the piece of bread and start nibbling on it because the pieces of bread were really quite big for the birds, the same way multiple cats eat from the same bowl of cat food. The pieces looked too big for a single bird to store in its beak, but the birds would always fly away with the big piece stored that way regardless.
I think the moral of the story is as follows: never underestimate how dumb animals can be.
Now I know I said earlier that I would not make blog posts during vacation. Well, it turns out that I actually will make posts; just not any Homestuck posts. It is only the second day of vacation and I already have a pretty interesting story to tell, so I figured it would make a good post topic. I got access to a laptop to write vacation posts, so I guess that’s what I will do whenever I have something interesting to tell.
A recent blog post from Wait But Why, a popular blog about pretty much any subject, talked about a weird kind of sadness Tim Urban, the writer of the blog, calls “clueyness”. It’s basically the feeling of guilt you get after declining a friendly offer or request even though the person who gave the offer probably forgot about it entirely. The word was coined from a story his father told him. Tim’s grandfather bought a game of Clue for his children to play. They came over to him and listened to the directions for the game, but when some friends came, the kids immediately left and he put the game away. One can only imagine how his grandfather must have felt back then, waiting for the kids to come back and play with him and then giving up.
Today I came across something that was in my clothing drawer for some reason:
and it’s something I feel pretty cluey about.
I got it for Christmas about five years ago. I dreamt of having music writing software back then, and asked for it for Christmas. I got the disc shown above from my aunt but I never ended up using it for some reason. I think I couldn’t figure out how to install it or something? I did get into music writing software about two years later but I still feel guilty about never using what I got back then.
There’s a lot of other Christmas presents I feel just as cluey about never using, but this one kind of sticks out.
Here’s a random interesting thought that crossed my mind.
Right now I’m considering doing a blog post about episodes of SpongeBob SquarePants that scared me as a kid (I’m not kidding, some episodes were seriously terrifying). Consider the post title:
SpongeBob Episodes That Scared the Shit Out of Me
Now add a number to the title of the post:
12 SpongeBob Episodes That Scared the Shit Out of Me
Just by adding a number to the start of a post, the title suddenly seems like a cheap clickbait Buzzfeed “article”. I put “article” in quotation marks because most of those gif-flooded list pages on Buzzfeed barely count as articles.
It’s a bit of a shame how you can’t give articles like this catchy names without seeming like clickbait nonsense. But I wasn’t really planning on giving the article a name with a number in the title anyway.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about artificial intelligence, from reading this awesome two-part article (1, 2) on artificial intelligence, written about a month ago by Tim Urban on his awesome blog-style website “Wait But Why”. If you haven’t read the article, read it now. It’s a lengthy read, but it’s COMPLETELY worth it.
Among the many things that interested me in that article was the idea of artificial consciousness. It’s exactly what its name suggests – artificial machines being conscious in the same way humans are.
So a few days ago, I was thinking about artificial consciousness, and realized that I didn’t understand how in the hell that can be a thing at all. I was confused even more when I learned that many fictional robots, for example Wall-E or the robots in Futurama, are conscious and self-aware. What’s that all about? Was I missing something about artificial consciousness that the creators of Wall-E or Futurama understood?
In this blog post I will attempt to explain why the idea of artificial consciousness is hard to understand, and how it’s possible for artificial consciousness to actually exist.