one-liners: it's been a while
- Remember that episode of Fishing With John where the narrator was all like, "This dude has a wooden leg... and a real foot"? Sigh. Wouldn't it have been funnier if I had built up to that a little bit? Well, I'm sorry, I couldn't, because the internet can't remind me of who the dude was with the wooden leg and real foot, or who the guest fisher in that episode was (Dennis Hopper maybe?), or where they were, or what was going on at all. What the internet can do is tell me that that's a Steven Wright joke. Here are some more Steven Wright jokes. Some of them can get to be pretty funny.
- Me too, Able.
- As you do.
- I love this: copy and paste some text, and this site will tell you whether it is more likely to have been written by a man or a woman. For the record, every sample of my own that I've plugged in comes out as masculine. Like, wicked masculine, bra. Wut-oh.
- I know this fruit is hanging seriously low, but come the fuck on. "I don't have any hard ideas on why I feel so strongly that I am in a very vital way a dire wolf."
- I love The Danielson Famile. Listen here. Deedle deedle deedle.
- Hey, that was nice. I mean, I enjoyed saying something nice, you know? It's nice to be nice, isn't it? How long do you think I can keep it up? Let's see, what else do I love. Baby echidnas. Poetry. Beer. Soybeans with lemon juice and salt. These pants. Crap! That last one was insincere and snarky, which is definitely not nice. Baaad Piehat. You get a spanking, but we'll hold off until you buy those pants, because they seem like they would make a totally excellent noise.
- One final note: people, earlier today I noticed a typo in an old entry here. It's fixed now, and no damage appears to have been done, so hopefully we can just forget that it ever happened. But I am very disappointed in you all for letting something like that go on for so long. Please do better next time.
Labels: danielson famile, dire wolves, gendered prose, lame pants, low-hanging fruit, niceness, steven wright
2 Comments:
Only my academic prose scored as overwhelmingly masculine. My infernal bloggery went either way, and the two scores were usually within a hundred points of each other.
I plugged a bunch of favorite texts in and got a nice mishmash of cross-voicing. My favorite bits were the marginally masculine score of Wuthering Heights's first chapter (entirely in Lockwood's voice) and my brief consideration of the form of "Prufrock" (blog entry and a marginally feminine one at that).
I'm guessing that literature is an alternative mode of socialization. I wonder what sorts of texts were studied to produce the algorithm. My guess is not literary ones.
Of course Woolf (drawing in part from Coleridge) said that great literature can only be created by an androgynous mind. I suspect that it really would be difficult, if not impossible, to create an algorithm like that from (good) literary texts.
Side note: To achieve that androgynous ideal, "a woman also must have intercourse with the man in her." I always knew it would be fun to be a great writer. Also, hey! there's a man in me. (If you know my real name, that joke becomes funnier. But also excruciatingly dumb.)
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