Fact and fiction are irrelevant to the Google AI algorithm. You will get served with (semi) relevant ads whether or not you believe in the factual accuracy of the text that you are ingesting. Perhaps there is an important lesson buried in here.

I have had a problem ever since I was a kid with breaking eggs. I don’t know why, but when I try to crack them against the side of the bowl, I always always hesitate. And then hesitate some more. And some more. My hand will inch closer and farther from the bowl in a moment of paralysis until I finally manage to break the damned thing. I tend to see this as a metaphor for larger problems in my life which for some reason is most blatantly evident when I try to make an omelette.

I have been training myself out of this pattern. It is slow going but it is worth it.

A reader of Jeff Well’s conspiracy blog Rigorous Intuition has finally put together what should have only been obvious by now: Jeff Wells was replaced by a self-replicating algorithm constructed out of previous years worth of writing:

I think its time we talk about the elephant in the room. I believe it has become painfully obvious that the real Jeff Wells has been replaced with a patsie dis-info agent. Am I the only one who noticed the lack of enthusiasm and writing prowess in many posts of late? All coincidentally after alleged web blog problems forced the convenient “move”, allowing a quick switch to a mirror site. suppossed illnesses of the old jeff “malaise”. Its all too clear that the real jeff has been poisoned by the elite military industrial NWO facists. Ever notice the “flu-like symptoms” occur when Jeffs silence is needed on a bad news day? A little Pulonium in that cannuks latte and he is out of the picture. Allowing the replacement Jeff to divert attention to bigfoot, or the like, while the story of the day is swept under the rug. I wonder what the PTB will get away with over the next 2 weeks? while Jeff is out of the picture. Merry Christmas Jeff, if thats you real name.

Conspiracy theory is only an early attempt to describe something which we have no words for. Something which is threaded through the fabric of space and time itself and which interpenetrates all of our minds and lives at every level.

On January 1st, 2007, my PayPal account contained $777. I took this to be a positive omen.

Time-traveler John Titor is back in the news again, thanks to the website Digg. He has also been replaced by a robot.

The Wikipedia page about dystopian science-fiction has perhaps the best description I have ever seen of the true state of affairs in our little world:

Or, on the contrary, a totally or near-totally socially privatized world without a democratic state or with a state that only serves the business sector. In such a world, business and private contractors own and control all of society and social organization, as in the movie Blade Runner, the novel Snow Crash and other Cyberpunk literature, and the Judge Dredd series. There are usually many “small dictators” - essentially competing corporations and robber barons instead of one leader, with either a single police force that makes sure the system runs smoothly, or many small police forces hired by each corporation. Individuals with no wealth or social power are suppressed and miserable.

Our sorrow could become our currency. Except I wouldn’t say that I feel that I feel miserable really. Maybe at some other points in my life, but not now. This Friday is my birthday. I am looking forward to it because of that John Denver song “Rocky Mountain High” where he says something to the effect of “he was born in the summer of his 27th year.” I take that to be a good omen. People in the atmosphere interchange identities.

By all means all are not paying attention.

Have you watched the Saddam Hussein execution video supposedly available on YouTube? I haven’t. But I have been following closely the reports that many people around Baghdad have begun seeing the man’s ghost. Investigating this, I asked Hakia.com, a supposed AI natural language search engine the all-too-obvious question: Did Saddam Hussein really die? The second response which was highlighted may have answered my question: “Saddam Hussein cannot die.”

How long before we start seeing hardcore crimes committed and released publicly by their perpetrators on YouTube and other websites? How long before we all just get paid to make entertainment for one another and data for the Google AI to much on (because it is “high” and has the “munchies”)? I am already most of the way there. Google is now my boss, but I don’t ever see or talk to my boss. They just send me a check in the mail. Actually, they don’t even do that. Just direct deposit it into my account towards the end of the month. That is proof that I am from the future. The trajectory is treasonous. A great representation of Fractal Theory.

In 2004, Reason magazine sent out personalized issues, featuring the name of the subscriber and a satellite photo of their home on the cover. I’m not sure what this stunt was supposed to prove.

In another 5-10 years, I imagine that each of us in a movie theatre or watching a television will see a slightly different version of the program, configured automatically and piped individually to each of us based on our demographic patterns, purchasing history and online search activity over the past 15-20 years.

It will probably go a lot further than that. (It could mean that the gray foreigners came to the carpenter and aspired basically towards its soul.)

Two nights ago I was offered $10 million dollars by the CIA to start ghost-writing my own website because they said they were going to replace me but I was the only one who could do the job. I refused - not because I am “not for sale,” but because “I” don’t necessarily exist. They promptly replaced me with a semi-conscious learning algorithm designed to mimic my writing style. They are currently working out the bugs and they apologize for any confusion this may have caused my regular readers.

In the Big Lebowski, Julianne Moore plays Maude Lebowski, a wealthy eccentric artist who tricks “the Dude” (played to the hilt by Jeff Bridges) into helping her conceive. In 2004’s The Forgotten (which I haven’t seen and don’t plan to), Moore plays a mother whose child may or may not ever have existed in the first place. The tagline from IMDB: “You’ll Never Forget The Ones You Love”; short plot summary: “Told that their children never existed, a man and woman soon discover that there’s a much bigger enemy at work”; and longer plot summary:

A grieving mother, Telly Paretta, is struggling to cope with the loss of her 9-year-old son. She is stunned when her psychiatrist and her husband tell her that she has created eight years of memories of a son she never had. But when she meets the father of one of her son’s friend who is having the same experience, Telly embarks on a mission to prove her son’s existence and her sanity.

Another tagline from the movie: “On September 24th everything you’ve experienced, everything you’ve known, never happened.”

In the 2006 psyop-extravaganza Children of Men (which I saw last night and wholeheartedly recommend not seeing), Julianne Moore plays an aging radical who lost her son in a flu pandemic. Now noone can have children anymore. Supposedly another Moore movie is coming out this year, ostensibly about Bob Dylan (she plays Dylan), suspiciously titled “I’m Not There.” Actually that part about her playing Dylan was a joke, but when I looked at the IMDB page again, it says that Cate Blanchett plays Dylan, along with Batman Begins‘ Christian Bale. So perhaps I was tapping into something authentic in my bit of fun anyway. (It does not concern the culture of the outbreak, but concerns our experience of the culture of the outbreak.)

This goes beyond type-casting. This is archetype-casting. They are obviously plugging people in and out of formulas here (Thank you for advertising a Rupert Murdoch/News Corporation product.). Which is again what Google is doing. They have turned to automated systems to enable them to better sift through job applicants. They now ask hundreds of seemingly unrelated questions going all the way back to highschool and digging through personality traits in order to find people who are the best fit for their organization. Someday you will work for Google without even knowing it. Their systems will scan through your email, search terms and web sites visited and you will automatically be hired without ever having to apply or without ever having to do anything different from what you are doing now.

Don’t we all already work for Google? Doesn’t the Betty Ford Center actually function to brainwash celebrities who are trying to buck the drug and alcohol habits their handlers have been forcing on them? Look at their elite clientele. Who has been compromised? Who was compromised to begin with?

A UFO crashed in South Africa (and hovered over Chicago’s O’Hare). We can hear only one note and recognize an entire song. Polonium-210 is an ideal poison to use for espionage (or dumping into a region’s water supplies and triggering a mass panic and run on water prices far in excess of gasoline) since you can kill someone with less than a grain of salt’s worth inside their drink. Their insides essentially begin to sunburn and peel within minutes. “A single gram of polonium could kill 50 million people and sicken another 50 million.”

You could even use the super-soaker intensely pedophiliac jizz-blaster “Oozinator” from Hasbro to deliver the poison. I’m sorry, their official term for it is “bio-ooze.”

Go watch Todd Solondz’ “Happiness” and then come back and watch that commercial again. (”Boring! It’s already been said, discussed, and dismissed… You’ll have to find another way of getting under the skin.”)

Taboos, in fact, are bursting all over. Why? Out of Pakistan comes news of a bisexual cross-dressing television star who is “breaking taboos in conservative, Muslim Pakistan.” Out of Toronto comes further news from the media war against Islam, Canadian style:

“Little Mosque on the Prairie,” a Canadian sitcom that debuts Tuesday, depicts immigrant Muslims bumping up against white locals in rural Saskatchewan.

Zarqa Nawaz, creator and writer of the groundbreaking, insists she’s an equal-opportunity satirist taking dead-aim at both Muslim and Canadian stereotypes in a post-September 11 world.

“I expect both groups will be wondering if the other finds the show funny,” says Nawaz.

Most likely, no one will find this shit funny. But hey, it’s a man’s world baby… Begin sentences with words.

Speaking of James in the news, why is this fucking news?

A schoolboy has conquered a ten-year fear of the barber and had his 69cm (27in) hair chopped.

James Marshall, 12, has dodged haircuts since he was two. But taunts from other pupils made him pluck up the courage to have his mane cut into a David Beckham crop.

James, from Washington, Tyne and Wear, is pleased with the style but said: ‘The back of my neck’s a bit cold.’

Here’s Samson. Where’s Delilah? Oh, here we go:

Keep those scissors lase-sharp everybody! Cause the sky is falling and she is going to open the gateway to the City of Pyramids. Time will finally grind to a halt when everything everywhere is recorded (Everything alive is registered). Mystery will vanish. Reality will finally be able to be edited on-the-fly instead of after-the-fact. I had listened to a whole fate as an element of my efforts. You are counting a history on how everything fits together. One of many possible histories. It is a recognition that explodes matters of the culture. Mediocrity of communication is dead. But hey - you gotta break a few eggs to make an omelette… right?

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