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hummingwolf) wrote2006-11-05 10:22 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2006-11-05 10:22 pm
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six big dinosaurs hiding eggs in one little shot of bourbon
Today, MegaHAL seems to be in a holiday mood.
The parking lots,
the burden of sorrow,
have a holly, jolly christmas;
and a blush for having done it;
by night star-veiling, and by day
darkening the light as it deserves,
and birds sing shrilly from their tender throats.
why so difficult, remembering the actual look
on the character of the game.
a pumpkin pie,
dares existence, blows a horn in the united
states, where it could not cry
and weighed them and vanished.
and so faintly you came to me most,
what would he make the most of my cigar:
two turtle doves
from the jingling and the heron dived when i dream i have to think about it
by dust and leaves, made life for free
and gather gear by ev'ry wile
that's open and show it to the right.
i fancied when i put down
among my skimming swallows;
i surround you with perfume,
and bony hands and on the line
it's his own ribs.
I wanted to say something deep and meaningful (or at least vaguely entertaining) about MegaHAL's output tonight, but really?
speaks for itself. (You can hear Christmas music in certain aisles of the department stores and supermarkets already, where they have tacky little toys for sale playing tinny tunes. I hope HAL at least is willing to give me something less full of turtle doves and pumpkin pies tomorrow than he was today.)
The parking lots,
the burden of sorrow,
have a holly, jolly christmas;
and a blush for having done it;
by night star-veiling, and by day
darkening the light as it deserves,
and birds sing shrilly from their tender throats.
why so difficult, remembering the actual look
on the character of the game.
a pumpkin pie,
dares existence, blows a horn in the united
states, where it could not cry
and weighed them and vanished.
and so faintly you came to me most,
what would he make the most of my cigar:
two turtle doves
from the jingling and the heron dived when i dream i have to think about it
by dust and leaves, made life for free
and gather gear by ev'ry wile
that's open and show it to the right.
i fancied when i put down
among my skimming swallows;
i surround you with perfume,
and bony hands and on the line
it's his own ribs.
I wanted to say something deep and meaningful (or at least vaguely entertaining) about MegaHAL's output tonight, but really?
The parking lots,
the burden of sorrow,
have a holly, jolly christmas;
and a blush for having done it
speaks for itself. (You can hear Christmas music in certain aisles of the department stores and supermarkets already, where they have tacky little toys for sale playing tinny tunes. I hope HAL at least is willing to give me something less full of turtle doves and pumpkin pies tomorrow than he was today.)
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do you need to download anything to use that megahal thing?
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Anyway, the version of MegaHAL I'm using is an old DOS version that I used to run on an IBM 486. You really don't need anything fancy to run the program.