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They call me the recursively enumerated, insufficiently remunerated, double data rated, triple X-rated, psycho, active, psychoactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her pants and low class, kiss my ass, underemployed, overjoyed, masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy, chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, 'puter freq girl geek
I don't read myspace mail, so use fayekanegallery@hotmail.com. I answer ALL emails, but reserve the right to publish it with your name changed. Yes, yes, I'll talk about being naked and whipped, but I'd much rather talk about the signature of the interval metric in special relativity. | X |
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Monday, November 09, 2009
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He doesn't even believe in evolution! He sure LOOKS like a dumb fuck, doesn't he? He looks like an retired, retarded Bozo!
She probably lets a stupid guy fuck her in her ass because he owns the house and she needs a place to crash. That's DISGRACEFUL and DISGUSTING and SHAMEFUL.
I don't know how she can lower herself to do that.
She should do what *I* do: let a SMART guy fuck me in the ass because he owns the house and I need a place to crash!
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Monday, November 09, 2009
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Eating cotton candy which I forgot to wrap up last night so it half of it turned hard, and pretending I'm a zombie eating someone's scalp and hair.
Yumm! No wonder they eat that stuff obsessively!!
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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...Or maybe I AM dead. It's getting hard to tell.
Wolter wrote:
I barely learned anything in first year compsci, possibly because I don't think in terms of functional notation. The moment I see this:
5·(4·(λn.(1, if n = 0; and n·((Y g) (n-1)), if n>0) 3))
my brain turns to mush and my eyes glaze over.
When I saw it, I got excited and my eyes opened wide. I wouldn't be surprised if my pussy got wet.
I mean, seriously, do people actually look at this shit and say "Ahh, I know exactly what it's doing!"
Umm... yes.
I can read it like English, though it's a strange dialect, having evolved (devolved?) over the decades.
Me,
I think like a computer.
I think like a mathematician. Then again, of the two of us, which one's employed? It ain't ME, babe!
I think about what we actually want the
computer TO DO, what the various computer languages ALLOW US TO TELL IT
TO DO, and then build a vocabulary from that which allows me to EXPRESS
what I want it to do in terms that are easy to understand (and thus,
debug or enhance).
Yes, in the (ugh!) Real World, you have to use a language appropriate for the problem. You also have to wash your clothes and sort your socks.
But I must defend Lisp. It's not for washing clothes. It's for touching God.
It WAS the first O-O language, y'know. I see it's changed over the decades, and
they've corrupted its beauty. It used to be that every S-exp (evaluatable string) was a conceptual object of only three kinds: an
atom (a constant or variable), two objects stuck together with a dot (a composite object), or a list (a sequence of composite objects terminating in the atom NIL.
The BNF to describe the syntax of the entire language was, like, 10
lines. There was no mandatory frame shape to be forced into. Your data
structures could flow like a summer river.
And since every list was composed of the same three kinds of things,
you could easily abstract anything in parens as a conceptual "object".
But if you want to zoom in on it, you can look between the parens.
In Lisp, recursion is more natural than iteration. Sure, it's not for
the banking apps that you program, but neither is a Mozart symphony. It IS
an extremely elegant way to express nested recursive functions. And
it's MUCH easier to see the mathematics theory behind the language than
in a procedural one.
In fact (as I'm sure you know), Lisp is just an implementation of Alonzo Church's Lambda calculus.
I'm afraid I have to disagree with you. Your objection is similar to the one in the middle cartoon.
Also, to my sadness, they seem to have contaminated Lisp with procedural language. In the following, I assume the dot means multiplication, and not a composite object.:
5·(4·(λn.(1, if n = 0; and n·((Y g) (n-1)), if n>0) 3))
That's a tragedy. If they have to use "dot" as a function name, at least they could use RPN instead of sticking the name in the middle between the parameters.
It's a disgrace.
I see they also molested it with procedural conditionals. That's even sadder. "if n is negative, return 1, else return 2" should look like:
(λ(n) (cond( (less (n 0) ) 1) 2)))
That flows. It's so aesthetically beautiful. Lisp is like spheres
inside spheres. If you look at it in three dimensions, it's visually
symmetric. you could hang a Lisp program on the wall as art.
But it looks like they shittied it up to be:
(λn (1, if n < 0;) 2)
COMMAS AND SEMICOLONS? You can't "fall into" that structure, diving into the lists and list items like you were diving deeper into a fractal. What kind of thing is "λn"? It's certainly not an atom or a composite object or a list! It's a shortcut, a kludge for people who prefer getting it done quickly to elegance and beauty.
Like discos, I bet the CAR and CDR functions don't exist anymore
either. How do you pull the first list element of L? With
(Left(L))? It's so sad.
The CAR and CDR functions were named for the two hardware instructions
that implemented them on McCarthy's mainframe: "contents of the address
register" and "contents of the decrement register".
What ever became of the Classical Education? (Sigh...)
Instead of calling individual posts "blogs" like everybody else, I call them "blog items" because I miss Lisp "list items".
Here in The Future there's almost no "computer science". Sure, there's LOTS of "computer", but almost no "science".
It's all right. I can't hang onto the past. Go program video games Karl,
like the kid in the middle cartoon. It just makes me remember the
wonder and magic that got lost somewhere along the way, that's all.
It's like a wizarding school with fluorescent lighting, vinyl floors, and Kindle readers
instead of old, dusty, yellowed tomes handed down from the ancient sages of ancient ages.
Oh well.
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Wolter responds by email, but Faye PUBLISHES it!
Actually, it's kind of ironic, but I AM writing video games now.
Yeah, that's why I said it!
> And you know what?
What?
> Video game related theory is among of the most complicated out there.
Oh, that's so heartbreaking. The common hack is desperately trying to prove himself worthy of US, the Elite!
> Even z-ordering and collision detection can be surprisingly complex.
Don't jargon me, boy! I was doing raytracing when you were sucking your momma's TITTIES!
> Try coming up with an algorithm that efficiently calculates which
polygons are intersecting, and deciding what you can get away with not
rendering in order to get a more efficient virtual display.
Yeah, but that's done by the underlying software. In fact, these days it's done in the hardware. But that's a GOOD thing! It frees you up to pose the little men with guns running around on the screen.
Admit it Wolter. You JISS don't have what it takes to be one of The Few, The Proud!
it's OKAY though. There is no shame in being part of the support staff. I mean, we're a TEAM, right? I'll take you to lunch on Secretaries' Day!
...Unless, of course, that would interfere with my important academic RESEARCH.
Which it would.
Too bad. But the JACM doesn't write ITSELF, y'know!
I guess you have to go to McDonald's for lunch again.
Just be back by 12:30. I have some software to write, and I'm too important to write it.
> There are entire fields dedicated to this sort of study.
Yes, it's called "computer science!"
> It's akin to the guy who ponders electronic theory vs the guy who
takes that knowledge and builds robots or spaceships or orbital
telescopes or traffic grids.
Other names for that are "drudge", "grunt", and "lesser being who lives
in the windowless cubicle in the basement of the Ivory Tower who will forever be
denied the blinding brilliance and beauty of God."
,,,Not that there's anything WRONG with that!
> The chemists vs those who engineer internal combustion engines or rockets. Is one more valuable than the other?
No. And neither one of them is valuable to the girl sitting alone in the bar. But so what? You could make a good case that the desk-ransacking negress who replaces the toilet paper in
the ladies' room every night is more important than EITHER of them.
> Both require intelligence.
Yes, you're right.
They both do.
....One just requires a TEEEEENY bit more!
> Know the past, and bring the best of it with you. But don't shun the present. That's what old people do.
Hmmm, more evidence that I'm OLD!
Ugh.
Makes me want to THROW UP!
> CAR and CDR are relics of the past.
...Much like myself.
> The hardware they were based on is long gone.
...Much like my youth.
Nobody cares
where they came from; they just know that "CAR" and "CDR" don't really
say much about what they actually DO. The essence is more important
than the form, but the essence must be accessible, and that can mean
throwing out some of the past to make room for the present.
Okay, okay, you win!
But STILL, it haunts me: the ghost of something that died, something which stopped and won't ever start again.
And I have absolutely no idea what it is.
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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WTF?
I WANT it like this!
If my work is imperfect, which means FLAWED, I want to know about it!
The problem with Computer Science education now is that it's just vocational school, like auto body shop.
...and where's my $1 million? The burser must have overlooked me.
If you're not a wizard, don't go to Hogwart's. If you're not a Jedi, then don't take the training.
And if you're just doing it for the money, please don't major in Computer Science.
We need more Edsger Dijkstras, Donald Knuths, and Douglas Hoffstadars.
We DON'T need any more buggy, unstructured, undocumented, shitty-interface software by people who just do it for money, leave work at 5:00, and don't dream about data structures at night.
If you can't appreciate the awe and mystery, don't explore the Outer Limits.
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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They brought their wives to a party. It was all men. While everyone was standing around talking, their husbands told them to take off all their clothes. Shocked, the two wives said, in unison, "You ARE joking, right?" But the men said "DO it!"
So, reluctantly and with red faces, the two women slowly stripped naked and stood in the middle of the now-silent room with their hands in front of their sex organs, looking at the floor. All eyes were on them.
They thought it was impossible to be more embarrassed.
They were wrong.
"Now both of you, bend over on that sheet on the floor and offer everyone your cunts and assholes. Don't talk or move for the next few hours, and let our friends here do whatever they want to you. And don't look back to see who it is. For it is Man."
The women were appalled.
They were soon to be impaled.
...Impaled on the dicks of 25 strange men, some two and even three times. But obediently, they did as they were told, and exposed themselves vulgarly, waiting for two dozen men to use the four entrances they together displayed.
They thought about the unspeakable things that were about to be done to them.
And their cunts got all hot and slimy inside.
They found out what the sheet was for at 4 am, when they stood up for the first time, and several cups of white sperm flowed from their sore, swollen openings.
That's what I imagine when I watch THIS in a loop, over and over.
Oh, and while I watch it, I pretend one of them is me, and I rub my clitoris and hairy cunt so hard and fast that it induces an orgasm.
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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Michael just informed me that he wants to make
this a real business, so he's filing a 1099 for Ryan. That means he can take Ryan's pay off his own taxes. So we're not paying him under the table after all. But with no
other income, he still won't have to pay any taxes.
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog.
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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Tonight we here at Sanctuary II gather around the computer like my grandparents gathered around the radio, and watch our weekly movie.
I always make a pizza first.
This week it's my turn, and I'm showing them "Head" by the Monkees. They and Jack Nicholson wrote it during a 3 day
acid trip in a Hollywood hotel. It's about the Monkees trying to
escape the fact that they don't really exist, that they're actually
someone else's dream. Specifically, they're the fictional puppets of the producer of "Head", Bob Geldoff, but played in the film by Picture Mature.
The four try and try to break out of being characters in the movie "Head". They notice that they have free will... at least, they SEEM to. They are self-aware. They can do anything they want. And having free will is inconsistent with being characters following a script, right?
Their attempts to be "free" get more and more desperate. Eventually they punch other actors, they smash sets, and in the end they kill themselves by jumping off a high bridge. But no matter what they do, it's what's in the script. They'll always be fictional characters, they can't escape that. The last scene is the producer driving their waterlogged bodies into a warehouse on a forklift, storing them for the next time he wants to make a movie.
Their lack of free will is represented, among other ways, as the four musicians being put in a large black box, because the producer wants them there. They're trapped in the box--trapped in being fictional characters in a movie.
But what's brilliant about the film is a revelation that Pete gets. He tells the others, but they don't listen. What he realizes is:
"It doesn't MATTER if we're in the box."They DO have free will, they've proved it throughout the whole film. They can do anything they chose to. But that is NOT inconsistent with following a foretold path known only to some large entity outside Reality.
There IS no contradiction between free will and predestination. Head is a MAGNIFICENT movie that should have won an academy award. ------------------------------ That
twilight-zone realization, that one is a character in someone else's dream, is a very common theme in the movies I like. It was in The Others and The Matrix and Identity. And in Breakfast of
Champions, Vonnegut did it with Kilgore Trout. He (Vonnegut) told Trout
that he was a fictional character, granted him free will, and then let
the simulation (novel) run to see what he would do.
When I was very little, I had a terrifying dream. The furniture began walking on legs, like people do. But the furniture was NOT threatening, it's just mindless furniture! The fear arose from realizing that THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. IT CAN'T HAPPEN. But it is; my understanding of reality is incomplete at a very very deep level.
Sometimes I worry that I'm psychotic and someone will give me a drug to make me "snap out of it". I'll deny it at first...
That
freaks me out. Ever since the Santa Claus revelation/horror, I've
always felt like someone somewhere is trying to fool me about something
important. It even happened to me once. My best friend at U.M. was very sad but
wouldn't tell me why, supposedly because if she told me, I'd leave
her. I told her than no matter WHAT, I'd never leave her, and I was
100% certain of it, too. But she still didn't tell me so I got mad and
forced it out of her. With tears in her eyes she said "It's a
beautiful spring say at noon but there's no sun and then sky is black.
Does that tell you something?" I felt the first winds tugging at me.
I had opened Pandora's box. "Faye, you're asleep--and you're about to
wake up". Oh, NO! NONONO!!! As
the campus dissolved into grey swirls, she said through the mists,
"See, I TOLD you you'd leave me! Why couldn't you have just let it be
a secret..." Her face still haunts me to this day. ------------------------------ But that theme was best done in this episode of The Twilight Zone, and episode that has haunted me longer than the dream about UM.
It's only 20 minutes, and it's really, really GOOD. Here, watch it: http://www.sendspace.com/file/281myq Paste the URL into your address bar because myspace bloze dog dix
The intro:
"You're looking at a tableau of reality, things of physical material: a desk, a window, a light. These things exist and have dimension. And this is Arthur Curtis, age thirty-six, who also is real. He has flesh and blood, muscle and mind. But in just a moment we will see how thin a line separates that which we assume to be real with that manufactured inside of a mind."
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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Even after Wikipedia, I still don;t understand:
What's the difference between a bittorrent index and a tracker?
Does it take days to download a movie via torrent like it does emule?
Other than the technical details of the communications protocol, how is bittorrent any different than emule?
Why is demonoid so popular?
How come all trackers/indexers don't pool their databases?
Are U/L / D/L ratios enforced? How? By not letting you down till your ratio is high?
It says that "invitation-only" trackers are harder to infiltrate than open public ones. Isn't that obviously bullshit? Millions of people on the internet can access the site, but the RIAA can't figure out how to get an invite?
As I understand it, the tracker/index stores the person's filename/hash and IP address. Can't the 'uiglicans get a warrant, kick down the door, seize that database, feed it to Word's mail-merge and output thousands of lawsuit letters in about 10 minutes?
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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 Well FRDC has been working for Dr. Roberts for as week and has made $218 grading essays at $3 each. He does such a DAMN good job that Michael fired his other grader (who demanded $5 each).
Michael already picked up an extra class for next semester, and in order to expand our new little business, Ryan FRDC gets $10 each time he applies for an online teaching job for Michael, and $100 if Michael gets the job.
Ooo, that reminds me--I have to send him Micheal's transcript and stuff...
There's a huge demand for online English teachers because all the crappy vocational schools (which call themselves "colleges") require every student to take English composition and pass a standardized test. That's not true of any other subject.
He can't apply as a teacher himself because to teach English, you have to have a masters' in English. He has a Bachelor's. But at the end of every day, I drop the bux (of Micheal's money) directly into his bank account.
Sorry Max, but you never emailed me back about the job! However YOU have a Masters' in English, right?
Apply for online teaching yourself!
If you don't have a Master's though, I'll give you the same deal as Ryan re $10 to apply for Michael, $100 if he gets the job, and $3/paper. Email me for paperwork and school URLS Michael's picked out.
Strike while the iron is hot. I keep telling you guys that, but the people who need to (like Aspie Dave) don't listen.
NOTE: Michael just informed me that he wants to make
this a real business, so he's filing a 1099 for Ryan. But with no
other income, he still won't have to pay any taxes.
Pix of FRDC's apartment that he made just for ME!
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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In a world where everything is logical and everyone tells the truth (which certainly isn't Earth), a judge tells a condemned prisoner that he will be hanged at noon on one weekday in the following week, but, that the execution must be a surprise to the prisoner. Specifically, he will not know the day of his hanging until the executioner knocks on his cell door.
Having reflected on his sentence, the prisoner draws the conclusion that he will escape from the hanging.
His reasoning begins by concluding that the "surprise hanging" can't be on a Friday, as if he hasn't been hanged by Thursday, there is only one day left - and so it won't be a surprise if he's hanged on a Friday.
He then reasons that the surprise hanging cannot be on Thursday either, because Friday has already been eliminated and if he hasn't been hanged by Wednesday night, the hanging must occur on Thursday, making a Thursday hanging not a surprise either.
By similar reasoning he concludes that the hanging can also not occur on Wednesday, Tuesday or Monday.
Joyfully he retires to his cell confident that the hanging will not occur at all, and that what the judge said was false.
The prisoner's logic is actually correct. But there's a difference between "logical" and "real".
Write that down, guys.
The executioner knocks on the prisoner's door on Wednesday — which, because the above logic is valid, will be a complete surprise.
What the judge said was true.
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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Vincent the Vampyre wrote:
I forget who said this, but it was someone on this blog. It was one of the more useful things I have heard:
"I am not smarter than other people, my smartness is just allocated to different things."
Yeah, I said it, but it's more subtle than just that. You're a sculptor; think of it like this:
The difference between normal and autistic is like two sculptures, each made from a 1-pound block of clay. But it's not just that autistics work the clay into a different, more symmetric shape.
Normal people make a sculpture about as high as it is wide. But for autistics, most of the surface directly under the sculpture has just a thin layer of clay over it, a small part if it is high, and at one specific place, it's extremely high.
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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> In a blog comment to Neil, you were initially confused when he said "For any real vector
space V, there exists a dual space V* of all linear maps
V -> R."
If you minored in math, how come you didn't know this immediately? And how come a math minor can't do simple arithmetic problems [in your head], like 125 ÷ 5?
I say I minored in math because I took more than enough credit-hours to have minored in math. But the classes themselves were all logic, graph theory, second-order predicate calculus, computability theory, etc.
All those things have something in common. There are only two kinds of math I understand:
1) The kind with no numbers (i.e. where I can picture what the professor is talking about as an image (like graph theory, abstract algebra, geometry, and topology), and:
2) the kind with numbers, but only if you don't have to count higher than 1, with no fractions or negative numbers (i.e. the predicate calculus).
Surprisingly, I can work with complex numbers because I can image them geometrically (as "a parallel dimension where all lengths are negative and time runs backward").
Just don't ask me to do simple arithmetic with complex numbers... or even 3-digit integers.
I UNDERSTAND (regular) calculus, and it's fascinating. But I can't DO it, because it involves manipulating symbols, and the symbols are not related geometrically. And because I can't DO it, I never took more advanced classes in it because I flunked the prerequisites.
I NEVER claimed to be "smart", only autistic. In fact, I'm just another retard, except for an EXTREMELY small domain of stuff. Like ordinary retards, I have NO FUCKING CLUE what's going on in the social context around me. Things I say when being "sociable" are weird and goofy and indistinguishable from things a mongoloid retard would say. There are HUGE branches of math which I will always be completely ignorant of in my threescore and ten. (If that--I got Hep C from trying heroin with two homeless prostitutes).
That's one of many reasons I HATE it when people call me "smart", because I'm NOT.
I'm just not as STUPID as everybody else, and even then, only about a narrow range of things (ones I can visualize).
The "things" can be continuous (not just discrete), can have an arbitrary number of dimensions (including negative ones), and the functional relations between the things can be (so far) arbitrarily complex, and they can involve time (because it's linear).
And even the "functional relations" have to be the kind I can visualize, like mappings and lattices. I can't manipulate an equation made of numbers and symbols.
I understand special relativity every which-a-way, but I could never give you a numeric answer for the Lorentz contraction of an object moving at a specific velocity. I did all the problems in a graduate physics text on relativity (and got the right answers) because most of the problems didn't have any numeric quantities in them, and the ones that did only involved multiplication, division, and roots; for which I used a calculator.
I can picture v/c, but not 759/67. v/c is a thin clear cylinder "the speed of light high" which is filled up with a red liquid called "velocity" only to height v, and the height markings on the side of the cylinder go from zero to infinity but aren't equally spaced; they're similar to log intervals, and the entire real number line is squeezed into a finite height.
But "759/67" is just a string of ASCII characters to me.
If it's math and I can't picture it as a geometric configuration, I'm back in the third grade, with Mrs. Nathanson calling me a retard (or however she phrased it).
The thing is, really, she was right.
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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A couch labeled as "nigger-brown" got its offensive name from a bad computer translation, according to the furniture's supplier.
When Chinese users enter "dark brown" in older versions of the Kingsoft translator program, its spits out the n-bomb. Newer versions don't, but if you type the slur in English, "dark brown" shows in Chinese.
The audience of Lady's Pictorial magazine in London, circa 1914, would have wondered what all the fuss was about. Ads for soft taffeta hats in nigger-black were common then. A 1915 edition of the British Home Chat magazine described cloth as "nigger-brown."
Hmmm.
Okay, but how do they explain....
THIS!
...and THIS!
Unsurprisingly,
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
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Hey Faye, I got some very interesting news from an even more
interesting scource. Have you ever heard of "Fortune Telling"? Well the
person I talked to said something about scrying. (Not a misspelling.)
He looked into my future and he saw you there, it turns out that we do
meet and I do rape you but you get the ultimate form of release in a
heart attack. That part irritates me, I want you for more than one
night. What makes me believe him is that, its my brother. He still
won't tell me what I did to your body, that upset him. (Sorry if this
message makes me seem even more stupid)
I dunno, but at very least, it sure makes your brother seem stupid!
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
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Hello Faye,
I had a dream about you last night. I found you bound and helpless in the middle of nowhere. Without saying a word I spread your vagina open
with a speculum and began to dilate your cervix until the entrance was just wide enough to slip a wireless remote control vibrating egg past
into your uterus. Once inside I let your cervix close up making it impossible for you to remove it. I set it to vibrate constantly, day and
night, keeping you in an unending state of sexual arousal that would cause you to masturbate over and over again in a futile attempt to find
relief, until your poor little abused clit was rubbed raw. Every week or so I'd come by to replace the long life batteries and watch you squirm.
//Dorian
WOH that's sexy!
But figure out a plausible way to run it without battery replacement. Body
heat would be sufficient to recharge batteries if it weren't on
continuously. I'd say nuclear power: The whole thing is a lead egg,
gold-plated to prevent corrosion and lead poisoning.
Also, gold tells me you love me!
ß-decay drives a thermocouple, one half of which touches
the heat and the other is thermally grounded to the egg. That generates
current to power the vibe battery. And thermodynamically, the egg must necessarily be hotter than my body temp, so it would always feel warm.
The only thing wrong is that it doesn't hurt me. I guess you could use a stronger source that makes the egg hot!
You could even run a thin heat pipe through my uterine wall to heat a metal piercing under my clit!
The sexiest thing is that when I'm buried in the ground in a casket, it will be vibrating my cunt in death. Use the 232 isotope of Thorium, and it will vibrate what's left of my cunt for ten billion years. Even the sun itself will die by then!
Now if only I could think of a vibration mechanism that wouldn't wear out. Hmm, that means no moving parts...
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