bits and Bobs

THIS TASTES DISGUSTING!! Argh, you fuckers, fooling me into buying this dreadful shite, pew pew GROSS and yet the money i spent I WILL DRINK THIS OUT OF SPITE.

last time i did this i was very ill. But making youself sick out of spite is a lot better than the popular reasons why humans decide to make themselves ill.

I AM NOT A WORTHWHiLE INDIVIDUAL nom nom nom
puff puff pass
paste paste petri dish let's see what will grow on me
the body attacking itself, gimme more of those bad peptides
i am going to explode, rushing faster and faster at the traffic, burning yourself to oblivion out of blind terror.

For the record i have no problem with burning yourself into oblivion as long as your eyes are open.

Here's something...i like that humans are flexible enough to be both information and information processing systems - we're like LISP in that regard. It's neat.

Watch people hop off trains: the bodies on the platform create conduits that the 'data' humans move through. Architecture in Melbourne Central. Once the conduits are empty, they dissolve and become the data that moves through the train-door architecture. I will operate on you and you will operate on me and together we will tell the time. From far enough away people are pixels, enough explosives are a \cls . "You're a member, not a number!" guffaw guffaw! Tell that to the angsting post-teens programming your company's database. Nuerons fire in seperate skulls...the map is passed between human-entities to electronic-entities then reencoded as pigment "We will be raising our premiums by 1%" - back to the electronic-entities via new human-entities. A field in 100,000 databases increments up, becomes more pigment, becomes more electronic transfers, and suddenly Tiffany Pastille is unable to afford that drinks she wants, leaves sober "What a bitch!" and it cycles on.

From the right perspective, anything can become data - this is how you rule the world. From the right perspective, anything can become sentience - this is how you create gods.

I can understand why society treats us (you're included in this) with such contempt - in a way we're very similar to a software virus. The computer architecture is destroyed by the data which "wants" to change the architecture - Virus.DOS.Antimit.770 prefers your harddrive to be a useless block of magnetised iron and sets about making that a reality on April 1st. Similarly, we would like the architecture of society to be different and set about making that a reality. We don't necessarily hope to do this so destructively, but it's still the goal, the ideal. And we're much more terrifying because we're self-assembling - we occur naturally in the soup of humanity/life, rather than being programmed by a higher being.

This is why it's always popular to blame mythological beings for human behaviour. Some people like to be data, and find it difficult to explain human primates in any other way.

Scarily enough, this mindset has been hypothesized as the reason it seems that enginners are more likely to become terrorists. And i can definitely empathise with that...how easy it is to think that a bomb placed in the right place/time could change the world for the better? Who would disagree that a fistful of firecrackers in a certain baby's cot (with hindsight, of course!) would've made the world better for millions of people? How many people would've loved the opportunity to spike a 15yo johnnie howard's warm milk with LSD, take him to a rave, show him that life's not about which dog has the biggest teeth?

In fact, a terrified rumour circulated in that 60's that Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters were planning to infiltrate a republican meeting and coat all the chairs/tables/doors with a mix of LSD and some other chemical, to allow it to be absorbed through the skin. (it's in Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test if you're interested).

So there we go - humans = data, the only solution is to bomb everyone or get everyone bombed. My horrible drink is finished. Adeiu.