❛being this close to me is a very d a n g e r o u s game, love. ❜ cue a skillful hand finding its way to the back of the other’s neck while his other hand secures his victim by their waist. ❛i could SNAP your neck right now — it would be so easy — hmm, but then i won’t get to hear that pretty voice of yours s c r e a m . ❜ he speaks in such an careful, hushed tone, with his cool breath ghosting over their skin… just a little closer and a connection of pillowy tiers would be made with his… is this the type of intimacy they’re looking for ??
Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right
2. Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears! 3. I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together. 4. Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers. 5. Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile. 6. Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass. 7. Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you. 8. Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material. 9. Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it. 10. Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea. 11. You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room. 12. You must be Jelly, cause jam don’t shake like that.
13. Sorry, I can’t hold on… I’ve already fallen for you. 14. Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes. 15. I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out? 16. Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids. 17. I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on. 18. Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.
19. Your body is 65% water and I’m thirsty. 20. Hey, don’t frown. You never know who could be falling in love with your smile.
[That moment when all that computer knowledge you thought you had just turned out to be grossly inadequate so now you’re crash-coursing in quantum physics at 1 am because bitch, you’ve got a blog to run]
Your blog description is almost an autobiography in itself: Your name is Amanda, you’re an INTP (more on that in a bit), and you love, love, Jesus. You’re female, you have a dog, and you read Jane Austen. You don’t have many friends.
INTPs are introverted, known especially for their ability to think logically. Your username, “the lady detective” suggests that you pride yourself on your thinking skills. On the other hand, INTPs are also notorious for second-guessing themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if you suffered from the same idiosyncrasy.
You… Really like my brother’s adventures. You ‘ship’ him with Molly. Just a little bit.
Your blog is relatively new, but the number of posts in it tell me that you have a little time to spend. You’re not overly free, but perhaps you go on tumblr on weekends. There’s nothing here to signify your age, but if I had to guess, I would assume early college (19-21).
You have an appreciation for art, but I don’t see anything that would tell me that you do any of your own. You also enjoy fanfiction. Again, I see nothing that would signify that you create any of your own.
You seem to have low self-esteem, but I can’t imagine why–You appear to be a lovely person with a good sense of humour. I like you.
[I’m so sorry that this sat in my inbox for so long–Do forgive me.]
Oh. Of course he wasn’t actually THAT far away. (If at all. Sneaky
monkey.) Swiftly swirling around upon her heels to gaze at the rightful culprit: Uzu Sanageyama. Her heart thudded. Accelerating,
pulsating at such an impossible speed it makes the poor thing actually worry
she’ll honestly stop breathing. Suddenly having him actually here amplifies all her
inner fluttering by a million degrees. Nearly too painful to bear.
‘This was really from him.’
m-mean, S-Sanageyama, I…” Despite her absolutely bashful stuttering that soft, overjoyed
grin scarcely fades with its beaming brightness, “T…This is so…”
What on Earth is happening? The young lady usually knows how to keep her words so perfectly placed together. Till now. With
everything inside her feeling as if it all woven together in a jumbled,
jittery, yet fuzzy mess. Words have melted away, missing in the depths of her
dizzy thoughts. Nothing will form properly. Somehow, by a miracle, she does.
“…Well, that all depends.” Mio hummed, regaining a sliver of composure. The courage to take a few steps closer towards him, “Are these intentions of yours…sincere?”
i think i’m gonna go ahead and swap out jay ryan’s face for DJ in chern’s disney verse tbh. i like jay and all, but i don’t have that much material of him to use, yet, on the other hand, i got so much shit for dj and i hate that his material and just sitting in a folder, not being used.
‘Sociopath’ is not a label that should be used lightly. Sociopathy is a subgroup of antisocial personality disorder. If you are indeed diagnosed as such, feel free to ignore this post entirely. If you’re just calling yourself one for the sake of giving a nod to Sherlock Holmes, I suggest you don’t do that.]
(Oh my god, this blog is such a good idea...*mental freakout commence*...This is just so awesome!) Ok, my question is, how did you even get the idea of a Turing test (differentiating a computer from a human) when the idea of a computer itself was in its infancy? What inspired you to think of computers and their artificial intelligence in the first place?
It’s all very complex, you see, so I will do my best to keep this brief. I wanted to know if a computer could pass as a human being in a conversation. Human speech is bafflingly complex if you think about it. Sarcasm, jokes, saying something and meaning something else–I never fully understood it myself. I wanted to know if there was a certain element of ‘intelligence’ that I lacked and if I could artificially recreate it in a machine. Perhaps, I had thought, I could use it to assist me in daily life.
The Turing test, or as I called it, The Imitation Game, involves one person judging several others while speaking to them via text. The judge does not know to whom s/he is speaking. In theory, if a computer can replace one of the others and not be marked as the machine by the judge (aka if the change would go unnoticed), the computer would then win the game.
Well, a human brain is, in essence, a machine–A programmable and reprogrammable machine. It completes a calculation and then determines what to do next all on its own. I needed a copper and steel machine to do the same thing because our human brains didn’t have enough computing power to crack Enigma by themselves. We needed something that could make calculations infinitely faster.