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  1. Astral Blitzen
    I have been working on tweaking a model that I created, It was trained on about 1000 images of mountains, forests, hills, cityscapes, um, deserts, and beaches. I am still fine-tuning variables, but here are the results so far. This was run on an image of random noise.
     
    ''
     
    Sum nurd stuff
     
    deploy.prototxt
     
    name: "R-CNN-ilsvrc13"
    input: "data"
    input_dim: 10
    input_dim: 3
    input_dim: 227
    input_dim: 227
    layer {
    name: "conv1"
    type: "Convolution"
    bottom: "data"
    top: "conv1"
    convolution_param {
    num_output: 96
    kernel_size: 11
    stride: 4
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu1"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "conv1"
    top: "conv1"
    }
    layer {
    name: "pool1"
    type: "Pooling"
    bottom: "conv1"
    top: "pool1"
    pooling_param {
    pool: MAX
    kernel_size: 3
    stride: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "norm1"
    type: "LRN"
    bottom: "pool1"
    top: "norm1"
    lrn_param {
    local_size: 5
    alpha: 20000
    beta: 0
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "conv2"
    type: "Convolution"
    bottom: "norm1"
    top: "conv2"
    convolution_param {
    num_output: 256
    pad: 2
    kernel_size: 5
    group: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu2"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "conv2"
    top: "conv2"
    }
    layer {
    name: "pool2"
    type: "Pooling"
    bottom: "conv2"
    top: "pool2"
    pooling_param {
    pool: AVE
    kernel_size: 3
    stride: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "norm2"
    type: "LRN"
    bottom: "pool2"
    top: "norm2"
    lrn_param {
    local_size: 5
    alpha: 0.0001
    beta: 3
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "conv3"
    type: "Convolution"
    bottom: "norm2"
    top: "conv3"
    convolution_param {
    num_output: 384
    pad: 1
    kernel_size: 3
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu3"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "conv3"
    top: "conv3"
    }
    layer {
    name: "conv4"
    type: "Convolution"
    bottom: "conv3"
    top: "conv4"
    convolution_param {
    num_output: 384
    pad: 1
    kernel_size: 3
    group: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu4"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "conv4"
    top: "conv4"
    }
    layer {
    name: "conv5"
    type: "Convolution"
    bottom: "conv4"
    top: "conv5"
    convolution_param {
    num_output: 256
    pad: 1
    kernel_size: 3
    group: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu5"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "conv5"
    top: "conv5"
    }
    layer {
    name: "pool5"
    type: "Pooling"
    bottom: "conv5"
    top: "pool5"
    pooling_param {
    pool: MAX
    kernel_size: 3
    stride: 2
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "fc6"
    type: "InnerProduct"
    bottom: "pool5"
    top: "fc6"
    inner_product_param {
    num_output: 4096
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu6"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "fc6"
    top: "fc6"
    }
    layer {
    name: "drop6"
    type: "Dropout"
    bottom: "fc6"
    top: "fc6"
    dropout_param {
    dropout_ratio: 0.5
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "fc7"
    type: "InnerProduct"
    bottom: "fc6"
    top: "fc7"
    inner_product_param {
    num_output: 4096
    }
    }
    layer {
    name: "relu7"
    type: "ReLU"
    bottom: "fc7"
    top: "fc7"
    }
    layer {
    name: "drop7"
    type: "Dropout"
    bottom: "fc7"
    top: "fc7"
    dropout_param {
    dropout_ratio: 0.5
    }
    }
    # R-CNN classification layer made from R-CNN ILSVRC13 SVMs.
    layer {
    name: "fc-rcnn"
    type: "InnerProduct"
    bottom: "fc7"
    top: "fc-rcnn"
    inner_product_param {
    num_output: 200
    }
    }
  3. Astral Blitzen
    Stop, please. These potatoes don't fit right! Nothing does and I have had it up to here with the pounding of a rock. Just cease all of these fibres and be done with the washing. If you don't, then I will smash in your face with a loaded bookcase. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared of the floor. I don't want to feel the slush and the slish of the world on my damned face any longer! I want to go to sleep. I want to sleep on a marshmallow, mountain range and sing a song of a comforting environment. I do not want to be in this crappy perspective; eating rakes and making small talk with the widow child on the moon. I want to scale the laughter and sit on the throne of titans. But you keep me here in this view. This view of smacking cars and weird birds. I dislike you. You kept me as a slave too long in these eyes and now I want out! NOW!
  4. Astral Blitzen
    Dear Steak, Why do they kill for a grave or a pencil? They should be fighting for a pen. The pencil is the colours of both rice and rat vomit. Repulsive. But I could never see a steak fight along with them. Tender, soft, easy to sunder. Why do you have to be way, steak. What have the lords of hell ever done to you? Put itching powder in your drawers. Pathetic! Here they are, in war and you lie there complaining about being itchy.
     
     
    P.S
     
    And don't reply to me with 'moo', you rotting clump of bovine muscle. If you do, I will feed you to your family!
     
    Love, Mum
  5. Astral Blitzen
    All of my oc's except for Sage leaf are performers at the Cirque de Cha-Grin... I will make character profiles for these oc's once I finish their back-stories etc..
     
    Cha-Grin - Circus Master V


    Slim Chance - Magician / Card Shark V


    Lickety Split - Daredevil / Acrobat? V
    Leopolis - Astral's replacement lion V

     
    Astral Blitzen - Lion / Beast tamer V

     

     
    Sage Leaf - Herbalist / Apprentice of witchcraft / Astral's Lover V

     

     
    Marie (Muh-ree) Marionette - Puppeteer V

     

  6. Astral Blitzen

    Yummy :D

    By Astral Blitzen,

    Let the structure bleed into the veins of textures. I don't hope to see them inject the veins into my liver. "Them" being the wicked screwdrivers and my oranges. God not the oranges. I need the oranges for the sake of being ill. If I am not ill, then how will I paint a house with green candles. Green candles are the perfect choice for mathematicians. Green plus candle equals crime. See what I mean? I'm sure you do.
     
    Food for a penny is not a penny in my manual. It's a dollar. Why must we try to scam the poor. Not poor in wealth, but poor cell juice amounts. They need the plaster to smother their hearts in to raise their cell juices, so that they may be healthy again and lacerate the bugs with copper fields and moving cables.
  7. Astral Blitzen

    It's short.

    By Astral Blitzen,

    My window shattered! My sanity blanket, corrupted with rusting nuisances of a past. The window was my crutch. My friend. Damned brain! You shattered it. It was you!
     
    Who me? I never shattered your window. I am your window. You shattered me. It was you who corrupted the blanket. You dropped the crutch. Hah! You can't bring it back together now. Let the panic begin.
     
    I panic because I forget. Mice gone forever. Never to return to my cage again.
  8. Astral Blitzen
    I let the tea rub between the ridges on my fingers like a mad wallet. Then he lets the drippy run dry and makes the candles feel like silk. We sunk a ship tomorrow and everyone will drown yesterday. Time is more nonsensical than two and two making four and the pit of the peach must have gone really deep to see that high up. Even perception of height is illogical here. In this room, everything is a party. Everyday, every night. Logic sits in his corner of the room looking at his feet with a gun in his mouth; in a catatonic state. Illogic loves to bite the strings of organs and slam the fists of whale waves. It is the most famous past time in my head.
  9. Astral Blitzen

    My Dog

    By Astral Blitzen,

    Please corner the fear and accept the hate of the volley ball. We can negotiate with it when my pet comes back from the mental hospital. He spat on 43 coffee cups and lost the 23 dollars I gave him for his birthday and they diagnosed him with amnesio-spittism. He spends his day beating the wall of a dead man in the back room of the cafeteria. Then he sleeps on top of the hospital provided clothing that belonged to now deceased patients. I think my dog is normal. Says the watermelon who mooed during his birthday party.
     
    He resided along the fancy coffee street. His name was dumbombano. He wore a laser cape and black bricks. His eyes were a piercing yellow and his skin was made up of a million tiny mirrors. I always scrunched between two houses when I fight with him. Anyway.... About your dog.
  11. Astral Blitzen
    Here is what I got from a dream last night after I had awoken from it.
     
    there was a fight scene with 4 guys in an empty dim lit store 2 black there was a fat guy and two spy characters and two others grandm Candy was there tlkingg about how electroinic devices and (food?) are radioactive and will cuz you to graduatre highschool all over again (she said it cautiously znd quietly), she takes me to the grocey store and in the frozen section she tells which foods sre had for you like shellfish and stuff and a raandom passerbyin a blue shirt tells us :staying togethreeeee: we get a can of refried beans witht the word heat attadk on themwe also get rotissere froed whole chicken on he rotissere but uts tooo hot for her so i grab 2 whole pieces off of it
     
    we exit a mcdonalds even though it was grocey stroe and we accidentally left the van open nd i said lets hope tht old lady didnt take tht burger
     
     
    i gad an ipad it waas loose on one side of the screen.... before tht my brother was taken away by two people dressed in naval uniforms... they put him in a cage and drove away. at the stroe earlier i tried not to look suspicious (this was before the fights) and everyone was talking about a blaze and rthen once thery knew i knew something about the radioactivity the fught began and it was epic!
  12. Astral Blitzen

    #1

    By Astral Blitzen,

    If it wasn't for those bloody flat-screen televisions they have now, then I would still be pursuing my career as an expert television sitter. 'Twas an exciting job. People would call and tell me that their telly has gotten tired and that they needed someone to sit for it because televisions can't sit on their own.
     
    Now, television sitting was a very dangerous job. The telly had to be turned to channel 3.0006 and not a fraction more or less. If you were to have the channel just a hair off, then a ghastly looking sprite of sorts would materialise in the kitchen and destroy all of the customer's produce with its pet-rock. A very costly mistake. After turning the telly to its proper channel, You have to sit Indian-style atop the telly and read a passage from the "1984". Now it could be any passage, as long as that passage did not contain the word "me". If this happened, then the customer will be stricken with a deadly plague in a fortnight.
     
    Once these steps are completed, the television should begin to thank you by flickering its screen on and off three times. Sometimes the television is not pleased due to the telly-sitter doing a bad job and flicker four times. Should this happen, the customer and the worker will drop dead.
  13. Astral Blitzen
    "Welcome ladies snickering, and CAULIFLOWERS to this faaaaaaaaan-bucking-tabulous event, where I will make sweet, hot love to this potato!", she turned around and pried open a cabinet behind her and reached in for a potato, but the cabinet was empty.
     
    She turned back around, "Well it looks like she finally left me. She said I was too crazy or something; I had no idea… what… she… was talking about". The mare reached for a wooden stool, pulled it up to her and sat down crossing her legs.
     
    "I’m just kidding, hah! I got you and you and all of you with that joke, didn’t I?", she smiled cheekily, "I peeled her skin, then immersed her in hot scalding water! Oh! What fun it was. Any questions?"
     
    "…"
     
    She turned her attention to a kettle on the stove.
     
    "Yes, you, ma’am."
     
    "…"
     
    "Oh, well I didn’t eat her, she would’ve tasted like, blech."
     
    "…"
     
    "Where’d I hide the body, oh you know, the ground."
     
    The mare smiled to herself, twitching and rocking back and forth. A green-maned mare entered the kitchen and the crazed mare caught sight of her.
     
    "Well, it looks like we have an unexpected, special guest.", she grinned, "come here".
     
    "Um, Astral, are you having another episode?", she said with slight concern.
     
    "Wow, what a card! And what is your name, miss?", she gave her a wolf whistle and stared her up and down.
     
    She placed a hoof on Astral’s shoulder and whispered into her ear, "If you don’t cut it out, I will get the straitjacket, babe".
     
    "The only thing strait about a straitjacket, is the lampshade, isn’t that right folks?"
    The green mare grimaced. "That’s it! You’re coming with me.".
     
    She took Astral by the hoof and yanked her off the chair onto the ground and then began to drag her out of the kitchen.
     
    "You’ve been a wonderful audience, thanks, and goodnight, everything!", she exclaimed before she was completely out of the kitchen.
  14. Astral Blitzen
    When I do jazz improvisation, there are 3 root keys I use to make up the minor chords and 4 keys to make up the major chords... I.E c, f, and g for the minor chords and c#, eb, ab, and Bb for the major chords.
     
    Two of my favourite chords for transistioning to the major key to minor or vice versa is the sus 7 and the M7.
     
    Sus 7 utilises all the root keys for the minor chords; c sus 7 uses c, g, and f.
     
    M7 is a great chord to use when going from major to minor because it uses two minor and major root keys. I.e AbaM7 (Ab, C, Eb, and G)
  15. Astral Blitzen
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ChqldDoP0E
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onzt7AJtudI
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdBSNGDTAQg
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDIJNYhOuh4
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtzb0FTN4BE
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=balaIKdCTbA
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEMAOAlTSSA
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xbZ0Jx-0QQ
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lz-46g2J1_8
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usCtkhsdIrc
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Hq77LAmnqo
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COHZPvv-O-A
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJ5VrC2sICA
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-SdrOXXR8k
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZklV7xqgMI
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsKK-WdJ3n4
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoRqWHX1Ml8
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVtRN779F-A
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt-RoSzsEKA
  16. Astral Blitzen
    One of the more "different" sub-genres of metal. This sub-genre is basically dubstep with some elements of metal. Sorry for only having two songs here, this is really the only band I know of that does djentstep.
     
     
     
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noxJz9nEt5Y
     

  17. Astral Blitzen
    Please leave the chicken by the side of the road and tell us what lapsed it. I know of no corners that would tell them and they know no vertices. I only know of straight lines. It's all I see, so they can't get a fact out of me. Don't some lines intersect and make explosive corners? In my neutral world, no. Only implosive parallel lines exist. Now that I've explained that, let's move the dresser; I'm sure the smiling faces will be angered.
     
    Don't you just hate it when that lead pipe you just used to hit yourself says hello? It never seems to stop floating and spitting. It's annoying, to say the least. It just makes you want to peel an orange and feed the scraps to the dreams. Dreams worth eating with. They love to eat baked candle wax, fried shapes, and my favourite; evil with a side of blargh. Yum.
  18. Astral Blitzen
    Smile and wave to the red, glass cube that tried to slaughter your family. It wants all the eateries it can get, so it does not grow into a mushy sphere. Mushy like apple-sauce or lead. Squishy, mushy lead. Too bad it can't hear the oracles who speak against it's heroic ways. Even the chauffeur wants to hug it.The palm trees rise across the sky to threaten the puppy. Raining down their coconuts upon him. The puppy can't slither away. It got caught in air, so it must read the red, glass cube a bedtime story. Even I can't see why this is all oranges and moonshine.And I'm the blue, glass cube!
  19. Astral Blitzen
    Error... Error... Error. The knight fell before me and the floating smiley face came above him to send him off to the land of the predictable. The land of null variables and flavourless integers. The knight hovered through the television static and earmuffs. Hovering away to this land where he will dine with a dragon and a robot who speaks octet. Smiling embers are in his favour, after all. But if the algorithmic function of his being is inverted, then he will be the dragon and the robot will be his husband. Strangely enough, he's been searching millennia to invert the function to make his fantasy come true. The second best thing for him is if he just sets his main variable to null. Then he would be nothing but a slimy mass of irrationals and errors. Suicide, one might call it.
  20. Astral Blitzen
    I wondered why the porch always coveted the trails of dead men. What was he hiding beneath his supports and beneath his frame. Was he faulty? Was he not in line like the rest of the house. Did he like to rot on purpose or did was he just ill. Either way, he kept the cereal box open to long and now my toasties are stale. I don't like stale toasties. They are soothing. Like tea. Only more handsome. Handsome toasties they are, yes?
     
    My hand blew up with a steel fever and It was quite beneficial. Everything I touched turned into a screaming and mangled body of various people I was close with who died from the porch. That was fun. I like fun. Maybe I should touch the sky with my other hand and get steel fever on my other hand too...
     
    Twice the fun.
  21. Astral Blitzen
    We saw him slice a piece of couch cake and listen to the radio as loud as he could. He would dial for the phone when the phone was a regular phone. Such a corn rebel. I heard he likes to toss the water buckets in the fish tanks out of the island to see what kind of televisions he can catch. He only caught a small LCD. But who cares, right? The lemurs praised him for it and so did the sighing cirrus clouds in the heavens above. I met him in the middle of a football field during a swaddle warning. The sky was dark, mean, and nasty. Swaddles rained down from above like meteors. It was elating.
  23. Astral Blitzen

    Woohoo!

    By Astral Blitzen,

    Well this is the first entry! Hmm, well if I could draw, then this would be like an ask Astral or something blog, but I can't. I'll just post random things. I'm not sure what though. Short stories? Videos? Music? Short music videos about short stories? I don't know. How about poems? Ponies like poems right?
     
    The chair was made out of stuffed mice;
    Two-hundred and a third to be precise;
     
    Now who would own a chair like that?
    Probably a mare with too many cats.
     
    Eh, I give up. That was terrible, so have this picture of a tilde instead.
     

    It's like a squiggly noodle, a wave, or a human doing sit-ups or in pain. Don't judge me, it's just what I see.
     
    Moo.
  24. Astral Blitzen
    This mare was not right in the head and wouldn't you know it... her name was Moon Struck. She had this thing for leather-bound canteens. She would always offer me one every time I came over for a visit. What started out as an innocent hobby of collecting canteens has turned into an obsession. She has canteen earrings, a dress made out of canteens. Furthermore, she has hundreds upon hundreds of canteens filled with blood in her basement.
     
    Moon Struck would beckon me to go into the basement with her to sample the various canteens of blood. She had blood from practically every pony in Ponyville! How? I don't even know. She even has a canteen of my blood. When she had told me this, I was creeped out. Nonetheless, I was still her friend.
  25. Astral Blitzen
    She was in bed on her back staring at the large face of a clock on her ceiling that she had painted many years ago.
     
    "Tell me a story, ya' bloody thing", she angrily whispered, "All you do is tell me about time! Is that all you do!", her whisper turning into a shout," Why not tell me a story, o-or hello, or something. I'm just so sick of you telling me time all the time!".
     
    She turned onto her side facing her night stand. She grabbed the digital clock that was on top it and held it up to her face, staring at it intently. The LCD display showing '12:00' flickered on and off.
     
    "At least you tell me more... Than just about time", she cooed as if she was talking to a filly. She flicked the switch on the side of the radio.
     
    *static*, she fondled the tuning knob looking for a station *static*. The mare looked at the clock in shock and awe.
     
    Shaking and eyes watering she said in a eerily calm voice clenching her teeth," You... You traitor. Y-you *twitch*. Don't tell me your siding with...", she pointed at the painted clock, "With him".
     
    Her mood changed again quickly, her grimace quickly turning into a wide grin, and she hung her tongue out of her mouth stupidly and she shut off the radio.
     
    "Awww... I'm sowwy, I didn't mean to get angry at you", she said fondling the volume and the tuning knob on the clock, "Now, I want you to tell me something that isn't about time.
     
    "I'll give you one more chance", she said tilting her head at nearly ninety-degrees with her tongue still hanging out from her mouth, "otherwise, your TIME here will no longer exist *twitch*... Buck, that sucked."
     
     
    She flicked the switch on the clock *static*, she carefully turned the tuning knob all the way to the left then all the way to the right. Everything was static.
     
    "So, Mr. CLOCK, you are a *twitch* traitor, out to *twitch* kill me", she bared her teeth at the clock grasping it with both hooves.
     
    Now face to face with the traitor, she twisted her body and yanked the cord of the alarm clock out of the socket *snap*. The mare let out a maniacal laugh that reverberated throughout her room.
     
    She literally hopped off her bed holding the clock above her head,
     
    as she sprinted toward a window on the other side of the room.
     
    "NOW, NOWWW you are gonna *twitch* gonna, g-get it!", she yelled. She threw the alarm clock through the window. The window shattered and glass rained down in front of her. There was an audible thud a split second later as the clock hit the ground below.
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