A Data Science Statistical Anecdote Moment on the Degree of Influence Misinformation Wields on People.

 I get all sorts of conflicting intelligence, as I traverse the “remote sensing” (or, Scientology “Space Drama) ego trips, currently ascending in to the “cult leader” realm, as a mock-up egoiste-epatant:

Wow… bwopped. So many GB this period, somehow. pic.twitter.com/alxGUmemFq

— Jay Ammon, Founding Director at iPigeon.institute (@jay_ammon) December 5, 2021

Of on bwopped:

The lazy man’s banner hanging tie / adornment, of a neckie key ring holder, when did-fwopp’d bwopp pill-plok butt shittle x3 plink:

bwopped pic.twitter.com/klGSvHROlJ

— Jay Ammon, Founding Director at iPigeon.institute (@jay_ammon) November 20, 2021

After bwopped had been shopped around a bit, with the oversight authorities; (one who had claimed that this thread was the stupidest thread he’d ever sat in on), the next day, they wrangled up some women (whom I don’t hang out with, for that matter [any]), and they wanted to hear the real squirrels “wow, bwopped,” in voce, … and some guys tried it out, but they wanted the “originator” to speak it. I was getting hoarse, from metabolizing a myocardial infarction pneumonia sort of thing out of me, and I was jaunted. It wasn’t all that authoritative, but some young lady remarked that the husky quality of my voice was “just perfect” for the theme, and the moment. 

That was it, pretty much, as for my input. Most of the rest of things about it were me laughing as I heard portrayals of “bwopped” spoken, and I got to hear people’s reactions to it.

In any case, my tidbit that I have, to contribute to data science, is an anecdote that I had encountered earlier this morning, when my travel itinerary was derailed, so to speak, when the Metro Red Line lost power, in Downtown LA. My paranoia was piqued, on account of that my travels took me to San Fernando Valley-ish (North Hollywood and Van Nuys), and there were some mobsters acting out, a bit, here and there. I was headed out to Octoplasma to donate blood plasma, but that aspiration got waylaid, on account of me not having some identifying documents for them.

Since the Red Line wasn’t working; (or, it was delayed, at minimum, and I set out to find an alternate route to get to downtown LA), I took the 501 to Pasadena, and it was a nice trip. Nice and quick. I heard that they chased the bums out of here, because they went on a romp at the Whole Foods, here, and they (the bums) made demands of the sort, such as that “the security guard sucks,” etc. (there hasn’t been a security guard at the Pasadena Whole Foods, when I’ve arrived, in recent visits). In any case, grocery stores in the greater Los Angeles area commonly do have security guards, and ostensibly for a good reason. On the other hand, it would be tough to be a bum more bummed than myself. Even so, I heard that many of these bums are not actually homeless; they’re just semi-committed runaways from their sober living homes. 

Et cie, so and so, on and on. 

The voices in my head tried to convince me that bums were standing in the middle of the streets, blocking buses from traversing their standard routes, or from continuing forth, at all (which harkens from an incident that I encountered last evening, when a transient was standing in the middle of the busway for the 503 Orange Line, [and] whom required police and medical attention; ostensibly a psych case). Given that experience, from just the night prior to today, I was somewhat piqued, as I’d stated previously, on this notion of that bums were, and are - blocking the roadways for the buses, so that the buses can not proceed on their regular path. The time was 10:30.

The bus was scheduled to arrive at 10:34.

The bus actually arrived at 10:36, which I noticed, when I got on to the bus, but then again, I heard that they’re even tracking this thread from space stations, and stuff, and even the course of time itself is being mangled, in the process. Eek! 

Anyways, a simple ratio of a most simplistic tendril on this thread of misinformation upon egotism and narcissism developments, in people’s personalities (disorders), of the degree of what’s normal: 4 minutes out of 6, whereas there’s a disparity in the execution of the scheduling: 2 minutes, over one bit of information, which I’d say amounts to perhaps a correlation of 1/3rd of time being at stake, of something somewhat akin to disappointment, or “suffering,” from not knowing, more or less; with the corollary of that it was predicated with a prior night’s event, as well as a showing out, of people, in support of this sort of civic malady, ostensibly to uphold the demand of that people feel like taking drugs, more commonly, and regularly. 

In my book, which I’d say is pretty standard and straight, I feel like any time that had been wasted equates to detriment, bar none… although I did indulge in this “bwopped” thing, and I don’t really know how that sort of thing affects other guys, and for that matter, there were women interested in the topic thread, as well. 

Update: as it turned out, there was a security guard present at Whole Foods today.