I was just looking through some old posts of mine because I don't know why, and I came across acomical post wherein I documented a very strange conversation with Cleverbot. That made me want to talk to Cleverbot again, so I did. It went swimmingly.
User: You there! Sir! Come here!
Cleverbot: No, non mi fido di te.
User: Do you speak English, sir?
Cleverbot: I do not speak in general.
I've changed the spelling of my pseudonymous (I think I just created a new word) last name from "Tschitt" to "Pschitt". I've sort of gravitated toward P over T. Besides, silent Ps are much more common in English than silent Ts.
Pneumatic, pneumonia, pseudonym, psychic, pterodactyl.
What do you guys think? Pschitt or Tschitt?
I just feel like putting this out here, because I feel kinda crappy.
So, rewind to 2007. My parents are divorced. It's been that way for almost as long as I can remember. My dad met this woman who was going through tough times. My dad offered to house her and her two daughters, ages 7 (or thereabouts) and 13 (or thereabouts). We've got roommates.
We got along pretty good, for the most part. They were practically family. It was the closest I'll ever get to having a sister.
So I've been mini-wallpost-conversing with @Kakuna Matata for several days now, and we started talking about Cowboy Bebop. She wrote;
"Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's jam~"
So I wrote back;
She complimented me, and I offered my services to create the entire theme song, type version. She said;
"Go for it."
So I said;