A Few Words

It's fascinating to see one's words analyzed by a professional.

"Professional what," you ask.

A professional faceless, bodyless computer thingy. Called TagCrowd. I've been pasting my blog stories into TagCrowd so that it can digest 'em and then cough up the most frequent words I used. But when I plug in Death In The Kitchen—which is an attempt to amuse all creatures currently on Earth as of ADE 2007—TagCrowd displays it as a kind of evil. Words like clunk, death, door, ice, and stale show up most. Sigh. On one of my usual days I would make the sweeping generalization that computers don't "get" "my" "work". I would boldly type about the prejudices I face, trying to bring my brand of artifical humor to the artificially intelligent. Then, because it has been proven by clowns the world over that nothing is funnier, I'd throw a pi in their face.

"What face," you ask. "You're anthropomorphizing."

In my face then. I'd throw it in my face. But I won't. Instead I'll just point you to the thing so you can check it out for yourself: TagCrowd.

Comments

Maureen said…
That was fun, thanks for the link...

Glad you typed "anthropomorphizing" because I never would have been able to.... I do that all the time as well.
May 23, 2007
P.L. Frederick said…
Sometimes I even anthropomorphize other people. My boss, for instance. Sometimes she acts almost human. Almost.
May 23, 2007
Maureen said…
:D

Sounds like a few co-workers I spend my days with... which makes me all the more appreciative of my cats and dog at home.
May 24, 2007
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