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December 30, 2024 · 17:38

Return of DM

You have probably seen it, I definitely have and they all call it “A call to AI arms” or something of that sort. It started an hour ago. I saw a security guard and I said “That shop is deceiving us, they say 50% of everything and they are still wearing all their clothes”, the guard was not amused, or perhaps his sense of humour doesn’t go that far. It might not have been overly funny, but at that moment a few things clicked together. And I was of to the races. You see, a few things clicked together and it started yesterday, but my subconscious had figured a few things out that my brain was still working on. 

Part 1
Part 1 woke me up to what some laughingly call AI. It was shown to me as a YouTube video. The video (at https://youtube.com/shorts/Kt_oGa4jLik) gives us an “AI” version of the statue. 

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There is a setting that could work. Consider the increase of interest in Latin and Roman ways of life. To get these statues ‘brought’ to life has advantages. In the first we would not need to rely on actors for all of it and it would be one way to give more impact to the work of Edward Gibbon (1776) published the first volume of his The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Decline and Fall has been the theme around which much of the history of the Roman Empire has been structured. And it doesn’t click with too many of us, but when these statues come to life and as they give life to the writings something more comes to us, especially when it is in Latin. Now you see the first constraint. To see a few seconds of LLM on a statue is one thing, to get people to watch 24 times 45 minutes the constraint will become visible to all. Constraints are seen when the technology just isn’t ready and the utter bull we see on LinkedIn on a daily basis that our future is AI, when it doesn’t exist (yet) gives you a clear pause. But some people need this bubble to exist, their livelihood actually depends on this.

Part 2
Part 2 is LinkedIn. You see, I get a regular image on whether I am hiring. And the options are Yes and Not right now. This isn’t AI, or any kind of AI. This is Direct Marketing and that is what you resort to when you have no data. In 1998 I got a nice taste of that. Someone told me “You either bombard someone with DM, or you start getting clever about who you address the marketing to” it was a clever setting because that was when SPSS launched Answertree. The selected choice for those who wanted to waste as little as possible and when the penetration is a mere 4%, being clever will pay off nicely.

The setting we see now is a combination of constraints and abilities. We have no AI abilities and neither do the computers. As such certain people are trying to sell you a concept, an idea on how things will go and as such they create models that learn everything. So as such they are trying to WOW you with examples on YouTube and LinkedIn on how to do that, but the constraints are there and when you see the constraints you will try to get off that train and the people will have gotten you invested at boarding that train. As such you are hooked and then the limits become visible. 

Part 3
The third part came yesterday in a dream, but the setting was seen at least a month ago. I saw it somewhere in November when I stumbled upon it, but it never clicked, because I wasn’t looking for it. But yesterday in that dream I saw the interaction of SPSS (AS400 version) with an export via EXCEL into SAP Dashboard. I had not used that combination in over a decade, but the image was there. Now, I get that these numbers aren’t ‘inspiring’ to anyone else than investors and the board of directors at ADNOC, but to create traction you need inspiring views and the report (added below) doesn’t have that and that is not on ADNOC, you need a better setting for that and that is usually where the car sinks (or strands). 

As I personally see it, constraints are surpassed when you give free reign to data to create interest and one place to do this is using SAP Dashboard to create this (originally called xcelcius). That is when market research used the combination to create visible waves in a new setting that people had not seen before and that creates the traction they needed. So what about the numbers shown via a dashboard? It isn’t just oil that requires presentation. You see Abu Dhabi has International Holding Company (IHC), Abu Dhabi National Energy Company (TAQA), ADNOC Gas L.C. and First Abu Dhabi Bank (FAB). These four represent 1.5 trillion in revenue. I reckon that they could use a more visible setting in presenting self and that is merely in one location. And no AI was needed here. A mere look at presenting different and showing themself in other ways. When you realise what dashboard can achieve, they will achieve more all whilst AI is still being created. So whilst we applaud the LLM (and DML) of statues, the moment one person states that Julius Caesar can give voice to his work (for example Commentarii de Bello Gallico) and the constraints make it fall short, you will realise that there is some length to go until AI is an actual reality. 

That was the parts my dream didn’t give me and a simple sign that bustled with inaccuracies (of everything) that was when my brain clicked the part together. OK, I can be slow too. Yet I take pride in my slowness, especially when my brain refuses to wake up, which it did to me today.

So have a great day and remember that tomorrow is the last day to learn what sex 2024 was about.

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November 23, 2024 · 20:11

Reinvention

That is the thought of the day. We all reinvent ourselves. Shakespeare was reinvented several times through Hamlet in movies and plays. I particularly liked the version with Ethan Green Hawke. I liked the approach of an adaptation that kept the Shakespearean dialogue but presents a more modern setting, with technology such as video cameras, Polaroid cameras, and surveillance bugs. It makes for an amazing view in a new setting. I like it because someone took the trouble of reinventing the play, not merely the stage of the play, but reinventing the concept of the wheel. I like that. We can have version after version but when you make the car it drives a hovercraft it becomes something else entirely. Who would have guessed that the series I loved as a kid (Battlestar Galactica) could become the stuff of legends by Ron Moore. He pulled it off. What was just a decent dreary thing kids loved would become the version adults would revere. Lorne Greene was the version we adored when we were young and was decades later replaced by Edward James Olmos. The lieutenant that stood standing next to Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas became the stuff of legends as he gave greatness as William Adama (callsign “Husker”). Reinvention does that and as I see it, I gave the BlueRay a 96% rating, one of the highest rating I ever gave a TV series. As such reinvention is key to decades of entertainment. It enabled me to create the movie ‘How to Assassinate a politician’ (aka ‘Essay’). From there I started the stage of Residuam Vitam a miniseries where death is the central player and the views we have becomes altered in the hands of 8 billion, but only after people die. And the stage of Atheism becomes a new player, being it a tender one. So when we set the stage of history it becomes another matter. That let me to the beginning of us all. Erich Anton Paul von Däniken, the  Swiss author of The Gods Were Astronauts and he was not wrong. The origin of the Greek gods was just that and they came from the Sombrero galaxy (galaxy M104). I explore that in Kenos Diastima and it forms in me as a TV series (three seasons). Where it is not merely what we look like, it sets the stage of how we are set up. This rotates in another direction as Engonos the later series. Engonos translating as ‘Grandson’ where the first season was the view that he has, the second season shows us where it still is about the gods and the third season (for now) is shaped as the hidden trap the gods set for all of us and the hidden levers they set up their own system to never be held to any kind of account. So how is that seen when they are themselves their own creators?

Reinvention is key in all of this. I tried to ‘sell’ the script of ‘How to assassinate a politician’ to Dubai Media (as islam is centre in all of this) then I also tried to approach Saudi Broadcasting Authority (SBA) and I can report with saddened intonation that I was unsuccessful. This media is not my stage. I created stories and I create what could be seen as dialogue. I believed that there was an islamic market for people, especially as islamophobia becomes an overwhelming issue and I personally believe that these idiots and morons hiding behind ‘Free Palestine’ to destroy anything they can like cheap Football Hooligans and soon that setting will grow tired on too many people and we get new fields of malice and destruction. In that I felt that I was able to corner a new market and with the Dutch politician Geert Wilder (before he became Prime minister of the Netherlands) I saw a story emerge where Arabic children saw their way to wrote him to death and we see his demise five times over. The setting where a movie was played in Dammam, Amsterdam and The Hague helped as I saw that this had never been done before. No matter how you reinvent things, it helps for the stage to be new and largely unknown to the watching audience. I thought I saw an option. However Dubai media and the Saudi Broadcasting Authority seemingly did not see it that way. My view was a story that appealed to millions of Islamic viewers and they? Perhaps they saw an immature script. That part is speculative as they never gave me any feedbacks (other than we have other projects running). 

You see reinvention also sets you up for two settings. The ego of others and the ego of self. The ego of others is what it is. You can cry, you can sulk and this setting merely is. The ego of self is different. It wants to believe in self, but the truth is that it also needs criticism of self to endure and see the brighter life of what could be. This is what I see in Hamlet (2000) and Battlestar Galactica (2004) they did more then endure. They reinvented themselves in more ways and we all enjoyed what came from that. The only thing I can do is to reinvent more and more. Games, stories, movies and ideas. I particularly like to reinvent in a different format. What was a scrolling game could be an sandbox RPG, what was a book could become a movie with a difference and there are other ways too. The idea in one form could be reinvented in other forms because it attracts a new audience. Look at Star Trek it went from the original series into the next generation and now there is Strange New Worlds. Yet for the most it attracts the same audience. That can be an option. To grow from the original audience to include a larger audience. This is what was achieved with Picard and it was an amazing achievement. But it is not a trajectory I am on (and I have no starting audience). Still the boundaries of reinvention are vast and there are so many corners to see. I merely hope that I find a corner that will find appeal to an audience.

All this looks nice (and academic) but there is a hidden corner is any creator (in me too). It is the setting of the imperfect creator hypothesis. It is what it is. The only way around that is to reinvent the reinvention. I sets the value of imperfection at bay but it also creates more doubt in self. A vicious circle to say the least. But any creator loves the battle that goes on inside ones self. The stage of creation and doubt goes on an on and perhaps at some point I will see one of my creations become a reality. 

Have a great day and seek the sunlight if you can. Not really an option in Vancouver, but in Sydney it was 30 degrees today with full sun during this day.

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November 12, 2024 · 18:28

Short of brain, short of memory

As I see it, Georgina Rannard from the BBC (at https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cx2lvq4el5vo) needs a little education. It started my (somewhat) raging nature when I saw ‘Ultra-rich using jets like taxis, climate scientists warn’ I was ‘set off’ in a light of day that is somewhat darker then blue. You see there are around 24,270 private jets, two thirds are registered in the US and many of them, are corporate jets. You know these ‘scoundrels’ employed by Google, Amazon, Microsoft, IBM and alike. There is a fair amount of jets used by the ‘ultra-rich’ but the the numbers fade in to the corporate world. And she gets assistance from Prof Gossling (not the brightest professor in the land). I feel repetitive, as I wrote on December 10th 2020 in the article (at https://lawlordtobe.com/2020/12/10/uniform-nameless-entitlement-perforation/) where I wrote ‘Uniform Nameless Entitlement Perforation’, where Tim McGrath made equally mindless accusations. As I see it in 4 years they didn’t learn anything, they just used a new vessel to spout there nonsense. You see, the fallback in 2023, the 13th to be exact. I wrote ‘The Guardian just won’t learn’ I added a few details there, details that was available to the press for obvious reasons. There I wrote “ignoring the fact that over 15 years 41,000 flights a day have been added and we do not get to see how much pollution that brings” each year 1,000,000 were added bringing to the total of 41,000 flights a day, every day. At this time (as far as I was able to check) was the fact that per 2021 there were 151,435 daily flights in the air. All whilst in 2019 there were 106,849 flights. I think that the stupidity of Georgina Rannard and Prof Gossling is clearly shown here. In addition to this is the fact that these jet are a lot more fuel efficient. It is just another example where leftist idiots put a little more blame on the ‘ultra-rich’ and I have no hidden agenda. I will never be ultra-rich, I have no intent to being ultra rich. Just rich would do, rich enough to have a nice place to live in and a nice retirement, but I reckon I am no different than 80% of us who all share that same wish.

As such I have questions, how was this “The 46% increase in emissions by private jets is probably due to rising demand and the limitations on commercial travel caused by the Covid pandemic” determined? The 15,000,000 flights from 1995-2010 would diminish these numbers. The other side is that the ultra rich would not fly them all the time, so where did these two dodo’s get the numbers? Then we get “The group is estimated to comprise about 256,000 people, 0.003% of the global adult population, each owning an average of $123m (£95m), according to the scientists.” So are they all sharing the 24,270 private jets? Then we get “One travelled by private jet 169 times in 2023, emitting an estimated 2,400 tonnes of carbon dioxide – the equivalent of driving 571 petrol cars throughout the year.” So who was that? Was that a Google (or Microsoft or Shell) plane transporting staff members? There is an amount of data (possibly fictive) that we are exposed to, and one case in 24,270? How random is that? As such we get the statement “The scientists chose not to name individuals, making clear they did not wish to point the finger at any one person.” Makes sense, but it also makes there data debatable. Because if there was clear evidence (like a thousand planes) we would get a really nice sentiment. And in response to this, I get back to the previous article ‘Uniform Nameless Entitlement Perforation’ from 2020 where we see that 50% of the environmental damage came from 147 facilities in Europe. 

The EEA report (also in that document) gives a clear perspective, as such are Georgina Rannard and Prof Gossling anything else but a joke? The EEA gave us a clear report that 147 facilities were responsible for 50% of the damage, so why aren’t the BBC and the Guardian digging into that? They had the report for over 4 years. The media had that report and decided to ignore the report. So how blatantly stupid (and optionally corrupt) are they? A simple question and it gets worse from there. How many empty planes are flying? You see 41,000 implies well over 100,000 people. How many non-tourists are flying? I was in a plane from Amsterdam international to Budapest (Hungary) and we had a 767 plane to ourselves. Less than 25 people were in that flight. How much damage was caused? I reckon that at least 10% of the flights could be cancelled. But then we get economic issues like reserved (but unused) seats come into play and that is the larger extent. You can’t have it both ways. And I think the BBC knows that. 

Sorry for the rant, but these leftists accusing dodo’s get the hairs in the back of my neck up and there is enough evidence to do just that at present. Enjoy your day today.

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December 14, 2020 · 02:09

Over my head

I have a simple setting, I keep what I kill (actually, I got that from Vin Diesel), I keep what I get, I just had the weirdest mindset, a sort of day dream at 01:15, something I do not understand and as such I cast it aside, so I make the IP public domain, yes, I have idea’s, for the most they are fantasy and Sci-Fi, which I like, but this, what I saw in my mind was horror, and I don’t do horror. Or to state it differently, I am not much for horror, as such this brain drain was not in the mind of me. In the setting I am an older man, 70’s, optionally early 80’s. The town of the event is Orleans, it is a new building on St. Joseph Blvd, there the man finds a girl near the entrance, the girl is around 25 and badly beaten up. He cals for an ambulance and notifies the police, she lives nearby, she lives there alone. Later he visits her in hospital. He makes a quick phone call. The wounds are fresh and ghastly. He offers to look out for her and takes her to his apartment, and she happily agrees. In the apartment is a middle age lady, the cook, she had made a fresh bouillon with lots of beef and rice. They both eat it whilst enjoying fresh warm croissants. She begs him to stay there the night, she will sleep with him if she can stay, he turns down the invitation, but tells her that she can sleep in the bed, he will take the sofa. The next morning she is awake and looking refreshed, the cook was already there, with hot sandwiches with pastrami and cheese for both, the woman is clearly scared, really scared, but she is happy to see the food. The man looks, but does not ask. She tells him that she never saw who did it, merely that she was beaten again and again in her apartment. He asks her is she can inspect the apartment, she agrees, clearly she is too scared to go back to her place alone. Out of the drawer he takes out two unusual gloves, if you can call them that. They are a wristband, with wires to every finger, two rings for the thumb and three for every other finger, the rings are connected to each other by metal wires and the end of the gloves are thimbles. She puts them in the pocket of his coat, one for the left pocket, one for the right. He grabs a small torch and they walk to her house, it was a mere 10 minutes. As they are about to go into the house, they see a young couple checking the both out. The door opens and the darkness in the house on clear daylight is almost frightening. The man quickly puts on the gloves and shines the torch into the house, before he knows it a man, or what seems to be a man comes for him, but this time the attacker is in for a surprise, the elderly man, our hero grabs the man and pulls him into the sunlight, this is something the attacker was unaware of and it was even harder to resist, the screams from the attacker were deafening and in all this, the attacker starts to fade, until the darkness is replaced by a strange light and the attacker dissolves. At that point the house starts to become less dark, not light but the darkness is no longer swallowing the apartment. 

The woman starts crying, the fear is clear on every part of her body. He takes another look and then he walks into the apartment, there is a larger setting of darkness in the apartment that was not normal, not part of any shadows, and as he looks he sees it all fade away, this was the effect of something else. He had seen the original writings from ancient Greece on Tartarus, but to see what might be a Ghastly, or a Shade in Tartarus. Yet these were writings, this was something he saw, he witnessed and that was a first for him, but this was France, so what was going on?

This is as far as I got in less than an hour, the images were so vivid I wrote them down as quickly as I could before the images faded, they are already starting to fade, it is rereading the writings I just put down to make the images reappear. It has happened before but before today I never wrote them down, most of those events are lost to me forever, but this one I have, yet my IP is based on science, my other creations are Sci-Fi (some are historical fantasy), to get a horror image is quite disturbing, and I can say that my night rest is now over and it is getting towards 02:30, another night without sleep, oh joy!

Not sure what is going on, but it is a bit over my head (for now). And I just realised, today is exactly 16 years ago when I left Europe, perhaps it is related.

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November 22, 2020 · 22:55

Could it be worse?

Yup, when I dream all stops go out the window. And as such, I had myself a new idea, OK, new is a stretch but it was my dream and I get to have it. In this one, there was a third lockdown and Google’s own Papa Smurf just bought my IP, as such I was having. Celebration and my first long term vacation vacation in the Hermitage Hotel in Monaco. So far so good, in this setting I ended with a little more money than was good for me, so I got a new iPhone 12 PRO 256GB gold. I also got the GoPro 4K as I wanted to make a record of it all, that was when the third lockdown started. There I was looking out of the hotel the next morning when I noticed a red glare. I rubbed my eyes and the glare was gone. So there I was on my balcony, looking out towards the Mediterranean when I noticed people reacting a little brute, sluggish, they were a little out of it, well a third lockdown will do that to a person. I saw girls running and 6 of them ran into the hotel. They were freaked out. I saw the staff members keeping them safe, some were sluggish themselves and the girls came in. It was not an hour later when the people outside became violent and the hotel locked down even more. 

It is that evening when things go from bad to worse, even in the hotel noises are heard, so there I was and soon there after the girls came too, they were scared, I guided them to my room, but it felt like a trap. The terrace wasn’t much better, but it gave me the idea to walk to the furthest room, take the turn left and there it was, just a little out of reach. I went into the room of the terrace I was on and I grabbed the sheets. In the mean time, the screaming all over the place intensified. I had tied two sheets together, it allowed me to climb to the roof, then a few careful steps further and I was on a small balcony. The windows were closed, but the balcony next to them had them open. I went there, and I saw the suite was empty. Then I opened up the last window and I went back to the roof. I signalled the girls and they came up too, two of them a lot easier than I did. After that to the room. This did not end the stage. I noticed that the entry door swung outwards. I carefully snuck out through that door. Outside around the corner I saw the extinguisher, there was little to no noise, the noise I did hear was further away. I looked around and saw the door to what I believed was some kind of janitor door, it was and there were all kinds of goodies there. Chlorine, Ammonia (and I did remember the benefit of that combination), a few mops, and the real treasure, wedges, three of them. I snuck back, still silent everywhere. I hit the electronic entrance with the extinguisher a few times as hard as I could, I removed the door handles and I tied the doors though the two holes with a piece of rope. I used my inconvenient red hammer again and jammed the wedges in whilst one of the girls put pressure on the ropes. After that we got the two beds and placed them vertical, one against each door, if they did open the doors, we would have time to get away. 

It was already in the afternoon and we were getting hungry. Yet, there was little food in the suite apart from the fruit, we each had an apple, except one of the girls had grabbed the pear. We looked outside, it was pandemonium there. We turned on the TV, it was not merely Monaco, it was all over parts of France as well. The Cote D’Azu, the Alpes, there were numerous mentions of people who had gone mad attacking others. We all looked in disbelief. 

The evening part was really nice, but as mot of you are most likely too young I will refrain, but I can tell you that the two agile girls were gymnasts, and they did things to me I cannot rent on video, so there!

The next day was different, everything was quiet, there was no sound at all. It was eerie. We watched the TV, it seemed that most people had died, there were still outbursts, but the French authorities told the people that the containment was proceeding. It was then that we saw a helicopter. We waived and signalled and in good humour they waived back. They landed on the roof and we got in, they spoke French, I had no idea what he said, one of the girls spoke French, she told them I kept them safe, I didn’t feel like much of a hombre, I merely looked outside, and as we went north I saw the smoke it was a long line, I looked at the man. He pointed at it and stated ‘Meteor!’ I figured it out, it was an alien invasion, but not with the version that Ridley Scott gave us, but the version from H.G. Wells, our defence against the Martians, now used against us, microbic parts that devoured parts of us, most likely the brains. So many ways to get to them brains. 

I merely wondered what the next meteor would bring us, especially when we see that 500 meteors strike this world every year. Perhaps my grandfather was right and I have to be ready and get some kind of secure shelter. I can’t wait to tell Papa Smurf what I got up to, I wonder if they bill me for the damage to the Diamond penthouse suite, I could always deny I did it. I better tell the girls. Life is weird at times, I wonder if these two would come and stay with me in Mountain view? Weirder things have happened, I know that to be a fact, the last two days might be regarded as evidence of that. Ah well, better tell Papa Smurf, I have a new idea, he might like it.

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