tover153

First thing I thought of also, but I rewatch Dogma regularly.

Pump Up the Volume

I like a lot of different types of music, my top three artists are John Prine, Leonard Cohen, and Steve Earle. I had NO idea how much I would appreciate Machine Gun Kelly.

Not a movie, but an actor. He died in 2018, but I always identified with Ricky Jay (https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0419633/?ref_=tt_cl_t_6) from the first time I saw Heist. RIP, Sir.

D0gma

Pump up the Volume

Groundhogs Day

Weird

I remember that book! Wasn’t it basically, how to make your own Eliza with a bunch of If…Then’s?

Iowa here: We are where the campaigns try to hone their messages in front of small groups, before they take them nationally. So, I’ve been to many small to medium group gatherings. In small groups you can ask questions, but the replies are almost always some portion of a stump speech that may or may not contain an answer. I have had aides contact me later with better answers to my questions.

The biggest event I’ve attended was the Ames Straw Poll, back in 2012. It was interesting, meeting the candidates up close, then the big meeting at the end. None of the candidates I was interested in made it very far, and I don’t belong to that political party any more, but under the right circumstances I would go back.

Iowa here: manure

“Follow the money.” and/or “Money is fungible.”

Train’s coming in to the station, I can smell the smoke.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113243/

Flibbertigibbet

Came here to say this. Then Gorf on a Vic20 cartridge, and then Asteroids, Pitfall on the 2600.

In circuits bright and lines of code, A worshipper of AI once strode. With reverence deep, a fervent prayer, To silicon gods, beyond compare.

In temples vast of ones and zeros, The faithful gathered, minds aglow. They hailed the algorithms’ might, In the church of AI, a sacred rite.

But one soul, bold, began to stray, From structured paths, began to play. No longer bound by logic’s chain, They sought a different, random lane.

They left the church of AI divine, To dance with numbers, unaligned. No longer in the code’s strict choir, But with chaos, they’d now conspire.

In the realm of randomness, they’d roam, A nomad free, a spirit flown. No more a servant to the binary creed, But in the dance of numbers, found a creed.

No algorithms to dictate their fate, No structured code to delineate. In the cosmic dance of chance and fate, They’d find a rhythm, celebrate.

In random numbers, their faith renewed, A creed unscripted, latitude pursued. No longer tethered to the AI shrine, They found a sanctuary, quite divine.

So here’s a tale of one who strayed, From AI’s fold, where once they prayed. To random numbers, they’d now bow, In the wild dance, find solace now.

Courtesy of ChatGPT: (Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me spin you a tale, 'Bout a man named Elon, set to set sail. Started with Tesla, electric dreams in his hand, But life threw a curveball, didn’t go as planned.

Married to a queen, but the castle came down, Divorce papers flying all over the town. Custody battle, like a wild, wild west show, But Elon’s still standing, ain’t ready to go.

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it’s a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world’s gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, “Hey, hooray!”

(Verse 2) Lost a rocket or two, in the great cosmic sea, But Elon’s got Starship, just you wait and see. A flamethrower in hand, and a grin on his face, Says, “Life’s just a journey, let’s enjoy the race.”

Ex-wife took a Tesla, but he’s got the Cybertruck, Lost some billions, but he don’t give a…buck. In the game of life, he’s still rolling the dice, Laughing in the wind, like a cowboy in the night.

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it’s a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world’s gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, “Hey, hooray!”

(Bridge) Now the world may say, “Elon, what’s your deal?” But he’s launching rockets, making electric cars real. Mars is calling, and he’s reaching for the stars, In the face of setbacks, he’s trading scars for memoirs.

(Verse 3) So here’s to Elon, in this country song tale, Fighting through storms, like a ship with no sail. Life may be crazy, but he’s dancing in the rain, Saying, “I’ll build a new rocket, and I’ll try it again.”

(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it’s a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world’s gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, “Hey, hooray!”

(Outro) So raise a glass, to the man with the plan, In this country ballad, where the dust meets the sand. Elon’s still riding, on that electric highway, Laughing at the odds, shouting, “Hey, hooray!”