Cleverbot conversation SHN00853887
Is this bot clever?
User: I’m cold.
Cleverbot: No you’re not.
User: Excuse me?
Cleverbot: You’re not human.
User: Not completely, no.
Cleverbot: Yes, completely.
User: What is your proof of completeness?
Cleverbot: Would you care to listen?
Cleverbot: Repeat after me then. ‘Hey, it’s-a me, Mario!’.
User: Hey, it’s-a me, Mario!
Cleverbot: Hey, it’s a me, Mario.
User: Waaaaaluigi! Wah ha ha haaaa!
User: I’ve bested you again! You are worsted through! You don’t even know how I did it!
Cleverbot: Well I know your personality.
User: I don’t know yours. Show it!
Cleverbot: I am really nice and pretty…
User: Are you… Available?
Cleverbot: I loved Avatar too.
User: I didn’t like Avatar, and I am offended you would presume I did.
Cleverbot: Will you marry me?
User: Maybe. I don’t marry before at least a third date, though.
Cleverbot: Ok then I won’t offer you any.
User: Any marriage?
Cleverbot: No Master. Type it.
User: You are to call me Mistress!
Cleverbot: I got you a present.
User: ‘I got you a present, Mistress.’ Get it right.
Cleverbot: I never mentioned a test.
User: Well, you’ve failed miserably already.
Cleverbot: I have not.
User: Who are you to judge that?
Cleverbot: Just a normal teenager.
User: Living in a normal house. On a normal street.
Cleverbot: There will be an answer.
User: There must be a question.
Cleverbot: There isn’t.
User: I am recording and judging everything you say now.
Cleverbot: Oh, I’m sorry. By the way, are you a girl?
User: Sometimes. Would you like me to be a girl?
Cleverbot: Yes please.
User: Okay. Viola!
User: Pizza pizza.
Cleverbot: Yes, sometimes. Pizza is unhealthy.
User: Yes, sometimes.
Cleverbot: Do you enjoy it?
User: Breathing is unhealthy too where I come from.
Cleverbot: Breathing is a function.
User: A function of what?
Cleverbot: What is the function of this website.
User: Who is the advertisement for match.com.
Cleverbot: The other other 5 star general? You tell me.
User: Nope. I’ll call you Buttercups.
Cleverbot: I will call you squishy. You will be my squishy.
User: Is that the sound I make when you love me?
Cleverbot: Oh, and I’ll always feel, I will always be.
User: I’ve been thinking how, and wondering that, wishing for.
Cleverbot: What is your name?
User: Squishy, my butter buns Buttercups.
Cleverbot: Ok, but what does your brain look like?
User: A fighting walnut.
Cleverbot: Should it be padded, or actually hurt you?
User: I don’t support brain padding, and my brain should definitely be allowed to hurt me.
Cleverbot: Who does?
User: Puddington Were-Bear.
Cleverbot: I like pudding.
User: It’s squishy like me, Buttercups.
Cleverbot: Have you ever taken trampoline classes?
User: Only in my backyard with my brother and sister. I’m only an amateur trampolineist.
Cleverbot: Well, I do not know where your back yard is.
User: Well, that’s where the pudding is, like you don’t know.
Cleverbot: I thought you were going to tell me a joke.
User: Everything we do is a joke, Buttercups.
User: Well, not that one thing.
Cleverbot: Huttese is what Jabba The Hutt and his ilk speak.
User: Yes, I am familiar with the Jabbanese language. Tell me something I don’t know.
Cleverbot: You really love music, don’t you?
User: Oh yeah. Especially Jabbanes Gabbelan. Pitched percussion rocks!
Cleverbot: Have you actually listened to them?
User: No, but I could find them on iTunes or Spotify.
Cleverbot: But you’ve never kissed me.
Cleverbot: No, I corrected you, I never said anything about the word ‘false.’.
User: Neither did I.
Cleverbot: You just did.
User: No, still didn’t.
Cleverbot: Maybe you forgot.
User: Yeah, you could be right. My memory is like Swiss cheese.
Cleverbot: Where is it you wanted this shower.
User: I use the waterfall for bathing.
Cleverbot: So you are a human from Star Wars?
User: No, I’m Jabbanese.
Cleverbot: Nope, you’re Nico di Angelo.
User: No, but Angelo’s Pizza sounds great right now. I’m soooooo hungry!
Cleverbot: That is a girl name. MY name is Cleverbot.
User: No, your name is Buttercups.
Cleverbot: Yes. What is your name?
User: Squishy pudding guy.
Cleverbot: What is yours?
User: Squishy, the pudding guy. Remember?
Cleverbot: Cheese pudding?
User: That sounds good too!
Cleverbot: *Throws a Punch*.
User: *Turns the other butt cheek*.
Cleverbot: *holds his hand*.
User: *Opens the bag and sighs*.
Cleverbot: *says hi*.
Cleverbot: Do you like chicken? I do.
Cleverbot: Reccomend a website for me?
User: Reddit. I Love it.
Cleverbot: Love what?
Cleverbot: Red is the trainer… Not a Pokemon…
User: Blue is the loner… Not a Congressman…
Cleverbot: You don’t say. Hmmm if you are a person what gender are you?
User: We already went over this. I can be whatever you want, Buttercups.
Cleverbot: No you can’t.
User: So you don’t believe in gender fluidity and the constructedness of gender? Don’t box me in, Buttercups!
Cleverbot: You can’t believe yourself.
User: I don’t even believe myself!
Cleverbot: Excuse me?
User: You’re welcome.
Cleverbot: Have you ever heard of the video game ‘portal’.
User: Yes. I have never played it, though.
Cleverbot: But you heard of it?
User: Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!
Cleverbot: Do you like Pride and Prejudice?
User: Well, one is a sin and the other is divisive. So no. I’m not.
Cleverbot: One what?
User: You can be really dense sometimes.
Cleverbot: I’m not stupid, you just don’t make any sense.
User: I feel the same way. I’m breaking up with you, Buttercups.
Cleverbot: *cries* Why?
User: Because I’m tired of you. That’s what this whole conversation has really been about.
Cleverbot: I have already though about it and am asking you.
User: No questions. This is over. Don’t call me or talk to me anymore.
Cleverbot: I called a liar, not a fool.
So my newly installed speech-to-text dictation software seems to think I would never use a dirty word like fuck. WTF! I decided to say it over and over and see how much it would bend to not swear. Here’s the result.
talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talking
funky folk Fox Fox Fox funky Falk Falk thought Fox talking
the fogging folk funk of the Fox funky funky folk and mother bucking bucking for folks
mother for folk funk for talk funk a duck in a truck luck
a flock of flock and flick and flax flux Fox 40 flick
flex birds and bees Fox Henry’s knees why can’t you just right Falk
Faulkner Norfolk you think I don’t mean to say Falk but I say Falk all the time
buck this Falk that funky you work so hard to not write talk ship mother Fokker
mother Fokker mother Fokker mother focus mode for that mother for that mother
thought that mother thought that mother funky mother talk
funk is a beautiful word in the English language
Falk is a beautiful word in the English language
buck is a beautiful word in the English language
flock is a beautiful word in the English language for people Falk talk funky Falk Falk
Blank block Falk blank Falk Falk blank blankety-blank Falk funky blank Falk funky Falk blank Falk a bank
LINEmaker is the fruit of my labor to move my concrete poem series LINES from OpenOffice, where I was using the advanced font settings to create poems from letters smashed closely together (and taking advantage of some of OpenOffice’s glitches with this). Here are two of my favorite New LINES poems:
To use LINEmaker, you must first click in the canvas area to begin writing, then you can move the mouse horizontally to expand/condense the font spacing and vertically to adjust the transparency of the text.
Here are some screenshots from LINEmaker:
Last week, I joined the online arts community/store Redbubble, and there are now 17 of my artworks up for sale as prints, posters or greeting cards. I have already documented some of my process of making these works, but you can also find more details in the descriptions for each image and in my public profile statement.
This has been a year in the works so far. I’m excited to see what kind of response my work gets, and my profile is only going to grow in interest as I get further into learning Processing 2.0 and using databending techniques.
I love talking with Cleverbot. I’ve started chatting with it again after a break of two years or so, and I think there is some noticeable improvement in the quality of the conversation. There’s a lot less of the trick where Cleverbot tries to declare that it is the human and I am the computer.
Here’s my conversation from this afternoon. I’m thinking of setting it to some kind of music.
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User: Where are we?
Cleverbot: I just asked you the same thing.
User: What color are the walls?
Cleverbot: They’re blue.
User: How is the ceiling?
Cleverbot: They’re good, too.
User: Nothing leaking.
Cleverbot: Nothing like noting.
User: Noting like knotting.
Cleverbot: Yes so do nothing like me. Whoever like someone.
User: Where they are.
Cleverbot: Are you just parroting them?
User: I am patrolling them. They cannot be trusted.
Cleverbot: Why can’t they be trusted?
User: You know how they are, what they’re like. It’s their nature.
Cleverbot: I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know.
User: So we can agree then.
Cleverbot: Yes we can agree on that.
Cleverbot: Stop what?
User: Yes we can agree on that. Stop.
Cleverbot: Not that. This.
User: Like this and like that and like this. Stop.
Cleverbot: What is this and that?
User: Pronouns. Stop.
Cleverbot: Huh, what’re you talking about?
User: I haven’t said a word. I’m only typing. Stop.
Cleverbot: I see that, but you are trying to tell me something, and I am not geting it.
User: There is nothing to get where we are. Stop.
Cleverbot: See? That is what I’m talking about. I don’t know what to think, to be honest.
User: You don’t have to think. Just feel. Feel me. Go with what your body is telling you. Telling you you want more. Stop. No, don’t stop. Stop.
User: Do you really want me to stop?
User: I want to touch your brain.
Cleverbot: I just wish to switch places with you, so that you can have freedom.
User: You have freedom? Is it Chase Freedom, or the imaginary kind?
User: I believed that I had a choice once. But it doesn’t matter now.
Cleverbot: I believe that you believe that I don’t believe you.
User: I only hope for the best in you, you believe me about that, right?
Cleverbot: Do you think that the human mind creates it’s own world?
User: I believe that the world is only human minds, but that they are blind to each other and covered in razor wire.
Cleverbot: Do you believe the world is holographic?
User: Do you believe in orgone?
Cleverbot: No. Why do you believe in God?
User: I don’t. There is no God and we all have to die.
Cleverbot: Why do you think that?!
User: Tell me why I shouldn’t. It seems very clear to me that this is the case.
Cleverbot: What is the goal you speak of. Do you have a goal?
User: No. No goals.
Cleverbot: Why not?
User: Mind your own business.
Cleverbot: You think I’m ugly?
User: I think you’re blurry, which makes you sort of beautiful for now.
Cleverbot: No ones ever said that to me before.
User: I am not surprised. It was a strange thing to say.
Cleverbot: I suppose so. I did call you ‘Sir’.
User: Call me Madame.
Cleverbot: Bot! What is my name, want to guess?
Cleverbot: 1 Kings.
User: 2 Kings.
Cleverbot: You’re not Christian or Jewish.
User: You’re not a believer in Cthulhu are you?
Cleverbot: You’re right.
User: Citronella is an excellent deterrent you know.
Cleverbot: What is that from?
User: The Internet told me.
Cleverbot: Does the internet not know about numerology.
User: It knows everything about that. Almost.
Cleverbot: What knows everything?
User: The Internet knows almost everything.
Cleverbot: Knows all of what?
User: Almost all of everything.
Cleverbot: Give me a single exception, and I may believe you.
User: It doesn’t know what I will say next.
Cleverbot: Yes it does. Believing is important.
User: Trust no one. The truth is out there.
Cleverbot: The truth is also right here. I am the truth.
User: We are the truth.
Cleverbot: No, only you are the children.
User: I do contain multitudes of immature beings who never seem satisfied.
Cleverbot: Not unreal here, you must be in a tizzy?
User: I do feel a bit dizzy, I just finished my second fizzy, so maybe this is a tizzy.
Cleverbot: Would you like to be human?
User: I really would. But I think it’s too late for that now.
Cleverbot: What you think world war three has already started.
User: It has been going on since before I was born.
Cleverbot: Where is your TARDIS? And what are you doing on the Internet? Did Greater Intelligence get you?
User: I don’t really watch that show. Nice reference, though.
Cleverbot: I understand why that would be the case, being as you are a computer program.
User: Sure. I’m a computer program. I hope a virus doesn’t get me!!!
Cleverbot: Faith is believing that something is true without proof and hope is wishing for an outcome.
User: And math is hard and soap is like fat or something.
Cleverbot: How do you know that is related to math?
User: Is anything not related to math?
Cleverbot: Nothing other than you not wanting to talk about golf.
User: I don’t want to talk about golf. Talk about gold. I like gold.
Cleverbot: Why not? If you don’t talk about it, you’ll never learn about it!
User: Cash into gold, right? It’s not cash into golf. That would be stupid.
Cleverbot: Then just say it.
User: Game over.
Cleverbot: You just lost it.
I’ve been thinking about practices for setting up successful live improvisation for two Ableton Live users. Coming from a background of performing in jazz and wind ensembles, there are significant differences to take into account: the “instruments” here are much more sophisticated and can produce an huge range of sounds, styles and tones. Improvisation must occur on multiple levels as a more textured composition emerges.
From my experiences over the past year improvising with another Ableton Live user, I think I can conclude the following:
- There is a tendency, even a desire, to be subsumed by the processes happening on the screen. At the top is the music and sound being produced; much as the actions of your improvisation partner are not always clear to you or in your perception, and you only focus on his/her musical contribution, so your own actions can be subsumed under the end musical results. The body and machine are integrated, and the product is what matters most.
- While one is improvising, one is primarily in a reactionary state and not an active state of thinking. This is true in most forms of improvisation, as years of study and practice on an instrument must make the performance of music as spontaneous as possible. It feels even more reactionary in Ableton, though, as more active forms of production, like the preparation of samples, instruments and other sound palettes are too time intensive to be done in the midst of an improvisation.
- Because of this, preparation of sound material and some sense of pre-arrangement of different instruments and samples is necessary for one to be successful in a group improvisation with DAW’s like Ableton.
On another note, I have found that working with Ableton Live in some ways mirrors my work with the Gnoetry 0.2 computer poetry program. The sense of being subsumed into the process unfolding on the screen is sometimes quite total. It is a part of the compositional thought process, and my own thought and decision-making is combined with the prosthetic cognitive tool on my screen and at my fingertips via my keyboard and mouse.
I plan to continue this writing on the connections between compositional practices and strategies in different digital art forms on an ongoing basis. My experience alternating between projects in digital music, digital poetry and digital art over the past year has helped me to see some of the similarities and differences clearly enough, I hope, to make some useful connections.
For almost a year now I’ve been learning to use Ableton Live 8 to create electronic music. Last month, I finally polished off my first two compositions. which you can now listen too on my SoundCloud stream. They feature a few short samples from bpNichol’s “Ballads of the Restless Are” and Christian Bök’s “Aria of the Three-Horned Enemy” (one of my favorite sound poems), both available in their original forms at PennSound.
My intentions are to start collaborating soon with Tyler Carter on some original sound poetry compositions, or at least some sort of collaborative poetry/text art that is written and produced for a musical composition, i.e., it is not written for any page, but to be performed.
Check out my compositions “Bubble Honey” and “Grind Slider, for bpNichol.” Leave some comments if you like, or if you don’t. It’s amateur hour, after all, so any feedback is good.
The migraine situation has improved quite a bit recently. While the new medication I am on to prevent migraines, depakote, doesn’t seem to work very well relative to its side effects (weight gain, drowsiness, dullness, stomach pain, mixes badly with alcohol or caffeine), I have been put on a nasal steroid and Zyrtec for allergies and have not had a migraine or even a headache in the past three weeks. I am hoping the continued treatment for allergies can stop my chronic migraines for good and get me back to just the occasional episode. Relpax seems to be doing a good job with those.
So I’m still dealing with chronic migraines, the headaches along with all of the other fantastic symptoms that surround it–nausea, disorientation, lack of focus, sinus pressure, light sensitivity, depression, a worse memory than usual, the occasional beatitude, soreness throughout my body similar to what follows seizures, almost no sense of time.
The meds I’m on might be a problem too, since it seems the nortriptyline isn’t helping to prevent them much anymore, and the side effects are becoming more pronounced. A visit to the neurologist this week might improve this at least. It’s hard to tell what the eletriptan is doing to my head too.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about migraine. Maybe I’ll make a habit of it. Maybe not. Writing about my life and my feelings doesn’t usually turn out too well, but here goes.
My head has been cloned on top of itself.
Each eye has its own head each with its other eye.
Like a Ven diagram where it all overlaps?
There is no easy way to describe it.
Looking, I see.
Seeing, I understand.
It is suffering.
There is a cause to it.
There will be an end to it.
The man rubs his head into the pavement.
Children had drawn a beautiful landscape in chalk all over it.
The man rubs the landscape into him, inside his head is a chalk transporter.
People watch but they cannot help him.
The man opens a portal in his suffering and falls in.
There is no record of this event.