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| Thursday |
the Twenty-Fifth of March, 2004 |
The NannieBot saga continues, although it's getting
boring now - someone digs through Usenet to unmask Jim Wightman
as a delusional holocaust-denier with a history of showing off
imaginary software, and Wightman digs his own grave by replying
in textbook issue-avoiding ranty-newsgroup-idiot fashion. Unless it's
not Wightman at all, and is one of 100,000 Trollbots sent back from
the 23rd century to destroy the Internet, and discredit mainstream-media
Internet coverage.
Fear not, though, Ben Goldacre of the Guardian's
Bad Science
column is here to save us.
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| Tuesday |
the Twenty-Third |
"This weekend Mitch and I spelled S.O.S. on the roof. After a very long
and heated argument we settled for the color red, which Mitch says can
be easily spotted by any type of airplane or helicopter searching the
are for survivors. I disagree."
A nice and topical fiction-as-gimmick weblog;
Trapped
by Undead, Need Help. [via Quin]
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Further implausible
NannieBot dialogue, from someone who
managed to arrange a test conversation by simply asking for one
(perhaps because the world-famous, million-audience
eBay auction
closed at $20, yesterday). The interrogator missed the opportunity to
set out some pre-scripted Columbo-style trick questions, but the man
behind the curtain does a decent enough job of tripping himself up,
regardless.
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| Monday |
the Twenty-Second |
A game for any number of players: Urban Zombie Drill. Make your
way across a city centre without stepping within six feet or so of any other
pedestrians, and without drawing undue attention to yourself.
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