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It's a fairly trivial feature-request. |
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If you've got a process that returns the closest match
between an input document, and a set of candidate
documents, it's just a matter of filtering what constitutes
a member of the candidate document set. Assuming a
document set that consists of people, then supplying
meta-data such as occupation, location, race etc would
let you do this. I think the main problem however with
these services is getting a large enough pool of candidate
documents that the result isn't trivially arbitrary, so
placing additional limits, while functionally possible, is
probably not going to help maintain the illusion of non-
shitness. |
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Well, myself. Although a little older now, a little wiser; perhaps more selective as regards acting opportunities. |
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And I can talk to the person as well, but prefer to leave postits about. |
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I'd posit that there are only about 2 or 3 porn stars
in the world. The rest are porn performers. I think
to be a star you need to be famous. Most porn
performers aren't famous. |
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Maybe I'm being naive, but I wouldn't recognize
"Candy Apples" if I saw her walking down the
street. |
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Wouldn't be surprised if there's actually a porn star
named Candy Apples. |
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Your problem in recognizing Ms Apples (who actually lives in your building, 2 floors up from you) is that when she passes you with an armload of groceries you see her face, but during your many, many viewings of her work, you are distracted away from her face. |
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//Ms Apples (who actually lives in your building, 2
floors up from you)// |
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Since I live in a single story house this painted a Rene
Margarite (spelling?) or Salvador Dali style surreal
image in my mind. "The Lady Of The Night Who
Floats 30 Feet Above Your House With Groceries" |
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I like it. I can picture it. You in bed, asleep atop the covers, like that arab dude with the lion sniffing him. She, floating over your house, moon lighting her white skin and the half-built rocket in your yard. Some grapes spill from her grocery bag down in the yard where a raccoon gratefully receives them. |
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I do bear a striking resemblance to John Holmes... |
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Which part gets struck ? Does it hurt ? |
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[bungs], your last anno reads like a paragraph of dark and perverted euphemisms for disgusting and depraved behaviour. Was that intentional ? |
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I'm just going to bun this for the interesting and
evocative annotations. We don't have enough art &
classy shit around here. |
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My nose, typically. Or my toes on the furniture. |
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Why would I want to talk to Ron Jeremy? |
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So which is it, Coke or Pepsi ? |
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/your last anno reads like a paragraph of dark and perverted euphemisms for disgusting and depraved behaviour./ |
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Is it the lion? Because it is not actually depicted. |
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//Why would I want to talk to Ron Jeremy?// |
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I saw an interview with him in the Metro, years ago. He was hilarious. |
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