They are patient, good minded, intelligent, good use of skin, altruistic, moralistic and in a word "great".
What is the purpose of having newsgroups pertaining to a particular genre of binary file if "great" uploads different "greatness" to every single newsgroup.
That has to be the highest form of life because any thinking person would have to admit that it does make sense.
However, cross posters, having a lot of gray matter to work with, probably have completed school, therefore can read and are indeed intelligent and properly understand that concept.
I kinda want to buy a cute doll dressed on a gothic lolita frilly dress, but I'm afraid that'll make me even gayer.
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Anonymous2015-08-20 17:23
Is Medicine Melancholy a honorary Rozen Maiden, or are the Rozen Maiden honorary Touhous?
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Anonymous2015-08-20 17:42
>>206 Medicine is an honorary Higurashi, Rika is an honorary Rozen Maiden, and the Rozen Maidens are honorary Kancolles.
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Anonymous2015-08-20 17:43
>>206 The Rozen Maiden don't shoot danmaku so they can't be Touhous. Medicine Melancholy could be a Rozen Maiden, though. I'm sure that many people would like to touch her with their dicks, so it fits even more.
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Anonymous2015-08-20 19:13
>>208 They shoot flowers and feathers at one another, and have special attacks they can use akin to spellcards. That's close enough, and if it's not, then Marisa Kiri-sama isn't a Touhou either because she uses lasers.
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Anonymous2015-08-20 20:35
I cast forth the magic spirits of my computer with lisp incantations, and I've got a silly hat. I'm a Touhou.
>>212 Mokou would never dabble on ABSTRACT SHITE like that. Try Patchouli and Kaguya. Though I can also see the Taoists like Miko and Futo searching for arcane knowledge on the tomes of SICP.
>>213 Nope. Satori is one who has mastered the abstract bullshite that programming is all about.
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Anonymous2015-08-21 0:01
>>215 But she didn't read SICP. She read The Sussman himself.
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Anonymous2015-08-21 0:24
>>212 Scheme is not a Lisp IMO because of two types of reasons: first, technical, which have been argued on this group ad nauseam (the deepest difference there to me is that a scheme program is defined as a string of characters whereas a CL program is defined as a sequence of lists of Lisp objects. This may seem pedantic or trivial but a lot of different design decisions follow from this. It makes Scheme an infix member of the Algol language family.); but more important, philosophically. The Scheme community has evolved a set of values at odds with the spirit of Lisp: the goal for simplicity at the expense of convenience (compare the concept of CL's $item designators with the design of convert stuff explicitly like Scheme's exact->inexact), the goal of only giving basic blocks and letting you assemble stuff yourself (call/cc isn't a replacement for a worked out exception system).
To sum it up with a Ritchie quote: "Some languages were meant to get work done, some were meant to prove a point." I put Lisp in the first category and Scheme and ML in the second. (See also the reliance on tail call elimination to be able to prove the point that a looping construct isn't necessary.)
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Anonymous2015-08-21 10:35
Which lisp dialect would u fuk?
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Anonymous2015-08-22 17:30
Is it possible to have anal sex with Lisp?
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Anonymous2015-08-22 18:31
Does anyone remember that thread on world4ch "If Programming Languages were girls"?
LISP - Sailor Mercury. The intellectual of the group. She is smart and shy, and though everyone who knows her loves her, she has trouble making new friends. She can perform math that completely bypasses logic and can throw out a line of completely unintelligible nonsense to prove that she is right. She didn't have any offensive attacks for a long time, so her popularity suffered as she was deemed useless. This soon changed and she was given powers on par with the rest of the sailors, but some people never forgave her.
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Anonymous2015-08-23 4:10
>>223, 224 I don't remember the exact title. Maybe it was "If OSes were girls"? I only remember that at some point some wonderful autist came in and made multiple posts describing the languages as cute little girls. Again I don't remember the details but one of the common was LISP as a benevolent, ethereal holy spirit. Please help me.
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Anonymous2015-08-23 6:51
This may sound odd, but I think my dog is Gerald Jay Sussman. It all started when I came home from work one day to find my computer with Emacs running with lisp. Odd because I turn my computer off when I leave for work. The next I came home, my computer was off, but my dog was on my couch reading SICP. I swear, he was lying there with the book open. I don't even own a copy. I took it from him and he tried to bite me. A few days later, I got a letter in my mail sent to Gerald Jay Sussman. Some university wanting him to teach a class on lisp. Another strange thing, is that when he barks, it almost sounds like he's yelling 'cudder' for some odd reason. He also somehow burned a CD with 'We conjure the spirits of the computer with our spells' song. When ever I have to take him in the car he has to play it. Can someone help me?
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Anonymous2015-08-23 7:33
1318353057|11|Anonymous|mailto:sage|| |2011-10-11 15:55| <a href="read/prog/1318353057/9">>>9</a><br/> C and assembly are magic pens which let you draw everything. Common Lisp is a helpful maid that will do anything reasonable you ask her and remember everything you say.
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Anonymous2015-08-23 7:39
Haskell would be that girl. You know the one...
You never really went steady, but you'd run into her from time to time while knocking around in disreputable joints, usually late at night, every several months or so. She looked so hot, so sleek, so sexy, so expressive, so exotic. You'd end up back at her place and the night would just... take off. A complete blur of hot, sweaty, feverish, delirious, fumbling passion. You'd do things to each other... you'd do things to her, she'd do things to you... things that you're not even sure have names, that you're pretty sure are illegal almost anywhere. Even her kinks have kinks --- and after one of these nights, you'd realize that you yourself had a lot more kinks than you. And it wasn't just physical, it was --- cerebral. Ethereal. Transcendent. But it would all whiz by in a blur, and by morning you'd find yourself lightheaded, a bit confused, and stumbling homeward to your regular gal.
Over the next few days and weeks you'd find yourself occasionally drifting away, thinking about her. Haskell. You'd be there, banging away at your regular girl, and find yourself thinking "you know, if I was with Haskell, I'd be doing this completely differently." You'd think "I could be doing so much bigger and better stuff with Haskell." Now, your regular girl, she's not as exotic as Haskell. Pretty, maybe, if you're lucky. (Perhaps your regular girlfriend's name is Python. ;-) But not nearly as --- weird. Wild. Cool. Exciting. Don't get me wrong --- your girl, she's wonderful. You've got a wonderful relationship. She's --- comfortable. You can bang away at her all day and night. She's accommodating. Easy going. You work well together. But --- confidentially --- she's, well, maybe just a little bit boring. You'd catch yourself thinking these things, and the guilty pangs would get to you... You'd quash the thoughts, buckle down, and get back to banging away. Comfortable... there's a lot to be said for that, ya know? Comfortable... just keep telling yourself that.
Months would go by. Late some night you'd find yourself out, disreputable places again. Maybe that hacker bar, LtU. Somebody'd slip you an URL for some renegade paper, you know, one of those papers. You'd run into Haskell again. And the whole thing starts over.
Eventually, you're going to get the ultimatum. Haskell's ultimately just like any other girl on some level; she needs commitment. Eventually, after one night of wild, feverish, kinky, abstract passion, she's going to say to you: "All these times, and you don't understand me at all! You know, you're going to have to get serious, mister! I've got needs, too. You're going to have to get serious about my monads, or that's the last time you're going to play with them! Got it?"
...and then, you've got to make The Choice.
Chances are, you're going to go back to your regular gal. Haskell's just too much for any one man, probably. She leaves a trail of broken, brainy, embittered PhDs and former programmers behind her. She ruins you for the RealWorld. You can ride a while, but you probably can't go the distance with her. Go back to your regular gal and try not to think too much about what you've seen. Done. Felt. Thought.
Maybe you can salvage a little happiness; but it'll be hard. After all... you've tasted Haskell.
