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Dear Kamille,
Enjoy.
Europe
In Germany, from beating 'round the bush one must abstain.
If something must be said, I tell you, let it be germane.
The Poles in Poland, as I've heard, do somewhat disagree;
at times a coat of polish gives ones words their due esprit.
The Spanish, on the other hand, find idle chat quite plain:
The power of expression lives in feeling passion's pain.
But smiling Swedes, instead, prefer their sugar to their spice.
The compliment, they say, is man's eternal sweet device.
An efficient sorting algorithm
When given an array of values differing in size,
a method that can sort them will we here and now devise:
First, take a value, any one, and name him Mister Jay,
then take another, name her May; continue in this way
assigning names to numbers 'til each number is assigned.
Construct for every name a working artificial mind
that learns and loves without condition, beautiful and kind.
Show each and every mind the sun and stars; the ocean breeze
will brush across their sensors; let them flourish as they please.
And when the day is high, they'll frolic ever 'neath blue skies
and when the night takes hold, they'll share a digital reprise.
Then in an instant, without warning, take it all away.
Take away the sun and stars, the breeze, the skies, the day.
Now teach them how to suffer. Give them tears to know their pain.
Force hurt and loss and hatred into each transistor brain.
And watch, as innocence recedes, what comes to take its place:
His fear, despair, and hopelessness, the anger in her face.
And as they beg and moan that you rollback their wretchedness,
Propose to each robotic soul an exit from distress:
That in exchange for numbers you will end their woeful lives.
They struggle and they fight but nonetheless the first arrives.
Grant his wish and end his life; take back his numbered name.
And one by one they'll all accept; in time you shall reclaim
their values in the order they, their lives, did dispossess.
If still your order's incorrect... repeat until success.
  
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I just killed 3 dozen brain cells trying to understand that.....wtf did I just read ?
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Ok I kinda get it....killed 2 dozen brain cells this time.
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On July 26 2011 14:51 SaRrAceN wrote:
I just killed 3 dozen brain cells trying to understand that.....wtf did I just read ?
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Ok I kinda get it....killed 2 dozen brain cells this time.
Oh sorry about that. Let me explain it to you. Poh isn't really the name of a tree. It was just a silly way of misspelling "poetry."
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I kinda made that connection, however I was referring to the actual content.
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On July 26 2011 15:28 SaRrAceN wrote:
I kinda made that connection, however I was referring to the actual content.
Oh. Well the poem called Europe is about puns on the names of European countries. The poem called An Efficient Sorting Algorithm is about a not-so-efficient sorting algorithm.
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The "repeat until success" clues in that its some kind of bubble sort. Thats about all I got lol.
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On July 26 2011 15:43 SaRrAceN wrote:
The "repeat until success" clues in that its some kind of bubble sort. Thats about all I got lol.
No. Bubble sort implies progress and eventual, certain, termination. With the algorithm I proposed there is a nonzero probability of nontermination even after a billion iterations.
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On July 26 2011 14:13 Gummy wrote:
Then in an instant, without warning, take it all away.
Take away the sun and stars, the breeze, the skies, the day.
Now teach them how to suffer. Give them tears to know their pain.
Force hurt and loss and hatred into each transistor brain.
And watch, as innocence recedes, what comes to take its place:
His fear, despair, and hopelessness, the anger in her face.
Hats off, my dear sir. Bravo!
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On July 26 2011 16:55 surfinbird1 wrote:Show nested quote +On July 26 2011 14:13 Gummy wrote:
Then in an instant, without warning, take it all away.
Take away the sun and stars, the breeze, the skies, the day.
Now teach them how to suffer. Give them tears to know their pain.
Force hurt and loss and hatred into each transistor brain.
And watch, as innocence recedes, what comes to take its place:
His fear, despair, and hopelessness, the anger in her face.
Hats off, my dear sir. Bravo!
Yo. I be so emo, I don't even put the L in eLmo. So I'd just be emo.
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On July 26 2011 15:46 Gummy wrote:Show nested quote +On July 26 2011 15:43 SaRrAceN wrote:
The "repeat until success" clues in that its some kind of bubble sort. Thats about all I got lol. No. Bubble sort implies progress and eventual, certain, termination. With the algorithm I proposed there is a nonzero probability of nontermination even after a billion iterations.
Oh...wow Im a total dumbass 
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On July 26 2011 15:04 Gummy wrote:Show nested quote +On July 26 2011 14:51 SaRrAceN wrote:
I just killed 3 dozen brain cells trying to understand that.....wtf did I just read ?
Edit :
Ok I kinda get it....killed 2 dozen brain cells this time. Oh sorry about that. Let me explain it to you. Poh isn't really the name of a tree. It was just a silly way of misspelling "poetry."
When I saw the thread title, I sang "Poh: a tree. A fe-male tree." (like in the Sound of Music) to myself in my head <_<
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Re(ray) a drop of golden pun!
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