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Pictures by Hive Mind
nofrance writes "A very interesting little experiment where multiple viewers get to select whether to set a single pixel to black or white, to help build a picture. All pictures can also be viewed as animations over time, often showing just how close the picture got to finished before returning to something closer to static."
Just a blank screen. I don't think I want to see what /. would do to that experiment anyway.
The universal picture of the Slashdot logo: 404.
Maybe the readers of Slashdot could be allowed to select, say, a "subject" or a "verb" for the opening line of an article? That would be 31337.
i changed a pixel. then it died. sure answers that question(mark).
.cig - what you do after winning a good flame war
because I'm not repeating it:
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Oh right... their servers just died...
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> A very interesting little experiment where multiple viewers get to select whether to set a single pixel to black or white, to help build a picture.
We are the Slashdotters.
Purchase more bandwidth and increase your hosting budget.
We will add your experimental and pixelogical distinctiveness to our own.
Your images will adapt to resemble that of the Goaste Guy.
Resistance is futile.
A very interesting little experiment where thousands of slashdotters in a massive hive mind get to select whether to allow a single server to exist or not. All servers can also be viewed as coral cached over time, often showing just how close the server got to consistent 200 return codes before returning something closer to static.
internet controlled Christmas lights on a a budget.
I still think its a hoax. Like some remote server across the world can have any possible influence on the ability of MY monitor to turn a given pixel on or off. Yeah, right. sheesh. you people will believe anything.
as if millions of pixels suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly blanked.
Who knew that the collective minds of people using ONLY black and white pixels could make a picture that looks amazing like the /. effect. I mean seriously...What are the odds?
Just waiting for the group of people to change the "?" question mark to the goatse guy!!
Multiple viewers get to impatiently send multiple HTTP POST requests to the server, to help build a server failure. All server responses can be viewed as timeouts after some time, often showing just how close the server got to finishing before returning something closer to static.
After reading about the future and potential of networked minds, it's hilarious to load up this page and see a near-random ASCII grid with the caption "The collective conscious is trying to create 'a bucket'". Now that's putting things in perspective.
Hello! I brought a few friends. I hope you don't mind. *sniff, sniff* Mmm... is that server flambé?
People will pass up steak once a week, for crap every day.
I opened like 50 FF tabs and a couple actually connected and worked.
/. to open 50-100 tabs on their site, but if it works....
I hate to encourage
Rebecca and Gary
English 44A
Creative Writing
Prof Miller
In-class Assignment for Wednesday
Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.
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At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.
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Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
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He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
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Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
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This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
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Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
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You total $*&.
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Stupid %&#$!.
well, I think that proves that our collective conscience > their server.
I bet that any pictoral representation of the interenet's collective mind will end up pornographic.
I hereby donate half my humor to Sheepdot UID 211478 on Slashdot in the hopes that it might make him or her feel better about life and have at least one laugh each day.
Compliments
Anonymous Coward
acting on behalf of the world
Before /. killed it, I'd swear it was a picture of an old MAC! Perhaps that's how my conciousness perceives the perfect computer. Funny, I've never owned a MAC - I've always been a PC man after Commodore died. I'd think the collective (un)conciousness would draw a Windows PC....
"As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Teh
who are those slashdot people? they swept over like Mongol-Tartars.
Changed one pixel and this is all I got is a lousy tshirt?
Sendmail is like emacs: A nice operating system, but missing an editor and a MTA.
Maybe they need per pixel moderation, and then meta moderators.
Web Developers: Celebrate to our roots! Animated Gifs and Tiled Backgrounds, dont let our history die!
Goofus looks at the hive mind picture and says, "Haw haw!! I'll pick the wrong color so I can screw with the picture".
Gallant looks at the hive mind picture and says, "Oh. It looks like they're trying to draw a classic Macintosh. I think the pink pixel should be white".
Goofus gets a message from the hive mind site saying that he has used up all his chances for the day. "Stupid fools. I'll go to the next PC in the lab and get another IP so I can keep screwing with that picture"!
Gallant gets a visit from the Borg queen and seeing that he is a wuss, she assimilates him. Gallant says, "I am Wusseutis of Borg. Resistance is futile"...
Goofus gets a visit from Wusseutis. "Hey freakboy what are you up to today"? Wusseutis extends his tendrils and assimilates Gooofus.
Gallant, "I am Wusseutis of Borg. Resistance is futile. You're own uniqueness will be assimilated into the collective".
Goofus, "I am Jerkutis of Borg. Resistance is futile. You're own uniqueness will be assimilited into the collective or something"...
-"...bad old ideas look confusingly fresh when they are packaged as technology" - Jaron Lanier (Digital Maoism on Edge.o