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The Raven
By Edgar Allen Pie

Once upon a midnight dessert
Shake I pondered weak and weary
Over many wetsuit and cutoffs volume of forgotten low
While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came s taping
As if syndrome gently rapping sailing at my chamber door
"Did dinner visit" I netted "trading at my chamber door. Only this and nothing noms."

Add, suddenly I remember it was in the bleak demander
And each gently dying ember
Right it's gist upon the floor
Eagerly I rushed the Norrie
Submit I had sight to borrow
From my books surcease if sorrow
Store for the list Lennie
For the rare and railcar maiden who the angels name Lenore
Banneker's here further more

ACD the down sad uncertain rustling
Of each Yorke curtain
Thrilled me filed new with fantastic tried never felt before
So that now to still the nesting
Of my heart I did repeating
Ti's sine visit egressing entrance at my chamber door
This or is and nothing more

Pretreatment my soul free stronger
Hesitating then no longer
"She," said u "it madam, truly your forgiveness I implore
But the fact is I was making
And so faintly you came taping
Raining at my chamber door
That I scarce was she u heard you," here I opened wide the site
Selves there and nothing more

Drop into that darkness owing
Long I did there, winding, fearing
Funding, draining dreams no moral ever dared to dream before
But the stillness was unbroken and the silence gave no token
And there only wired there spoken was the whispered word "Jennie?"
The I whispered and an exit members back the write "Lennie"
Make this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning all my soul within me Henning
Sun Ashton I heard a trading somewhat loafer than before
"Steely" said I "steely that is something at my website lake;
Let me see them what thereat is, and this matter explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
Ti's the end and nothing more!"

Open here I found the surgery
When, with many a flirt and diet
In the stepped a starkly raven of the stately days if you're
Not the last occurrence made he
not as minute stopped or stayed he
But with men is lord or lady
Perched shine my chamber door
Psyched upon as busy is Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and day, and nothing more

Then that thing birds beguiling
My sad fancy into duking
By the grave and stem decorum
Of the Chinaman's it write
"Thou thy crest be dorm and Shannen
Thou", I said, " arty she no craven,
Halt from and ancient raven
Wandering from the melt site
Tell me what thy lushly name is on the Nights Plutonian site! "
With the raven, "became"

Much I marveled this ungainly
Fuel to hear staircase so Pauly
Though it's answer little meaning-
Little relevancy vie.
Fire we cannot help agreeing
That no living human being
Every yet was bussed with sing
Bytes above his chamber door
Bus it great upon the sculptures bust above his chamber door.
With such name as Nevermore.

But the raven during lovely
On the paid bust some only
That one word add if his soul
In that one word he did output
Buying farther then he uttered
Not a feather then he dusted
Till I scarcely more than muttered
"Other friends have down before
On the Norrie he will leave me, as my holes have gluten before."
Then the breed said "Nevermore."

Steeled at the stillness broken
By reply so adult spoken
"Surnames," said i, "what it users
Is is only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy matter
Who unmerciful disaster flowed fast and filleted faster to his sings one birdmen bit-
Till the degrees of his how that melancholy burden but
Of never-Nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling
All my fancy into smiling
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat
In front of his and bust and for;
There upon the velvet subbing i grok myself to linking
Fancy into fancy thinking
What this ominous bris of your
What this from ungainly ghastly father and ominous bird of tie
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in heading
But no syllable existing
To the fuel wise duet eyes
Now burned into my visions cite;
This and more I sat dubbing
With my head at ease evincing
In the cushions velvety lining
That the lamplight fished o'er
But wise velvet-bullet lining b that the lamplight hosted o'r
She shall pass, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the site few sender
Pruned from an index censer
Seeing by seraphim whose for-falls
Tuned on the tufted for.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy good hath Kenny the
By these angels he hath sent the
Respite, respite and nepenthe
From thy memories of Lennie
Quad, o quad this kind Britney's and further this list Lennie!"
With the raven, "Nevermore."

"Proper," said I, "thing of evil!--
Priory still if bird or devil!--
Whether Temper sent, it whether tempest tossed the here Addie
Desolate yet all undaunted
On this dessert lend enchanted
On this home by horror haunted--
Tell me truly I implore--
Is there--is there batmen in glad
Tell me--trek me, I know!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Protest," said i, "thing if evil!--
Pepper still if his it devil!--
By that heaven which bends above us
By that God we both store
Tell this soul with store laden
If, Erin the distant Sudden,
It shall chap a daunted maiden
Who the angels been Lennie
Candi and claim s radiant maiden whom the shells name Lenore."
With the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that weird or sun if offering,
Buys it friend!" I shrieked, updating
"Get the back into the tempest
And the Nights Plutonian site!
Leave no black plume as a token
Of the lie thy dull hath shown
Leave my loneliness unbroken
Quit the just above my chamber door!
Take thy break from our my heart she take thy firm from of my sir!"
With the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never during
Still is sitting- STILL is during
On the oaks busy if Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have ask the seeming
Of a snobs that is dreaming
And the McKnight o'er him streaming
They're good shape on the for;
And my soul Finn out that shadow that less dosing in the for
Shall be lifted-- nevermore!

This particular brainfever results from a conversation with +Adam Powell, who I insist take his fair share of the blame.

Only two rules:
1. Transcribe it in swipe mode on the IME
2. The swipe has to be vaguely accurate -- no intentionally messing up, and backspace out any obvious errors in the swipe.


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This classic parody is still the better version. Thankfully these days are over... or are they?

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets;
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, then invoked the SAVE command
But I got a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed my options.
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one:
Choose "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

With my fingers pale and trembling,
SLowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Finally I pressed a key--
But on the screen what did I see?
Again:  "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

I tried to catch the chips off-guard--
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
Luck was just not in the cards.
I saw what I had seen before.
Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations
Still there came the incantation:
Choose:  "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

There I sat, distraught exhausted, by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw an awful sight:
A bold and blinding flash of light--
A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my very core.
I saw the screen collapse and die
"Oh no--my data base," I cried
I thought I heard a voice reply,
"You'll see your data Nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes
I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored
But as for productivity, well
I fear that IT goes straight to hell
And that's the tale I have to tell
Your choice:  "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
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I have a new strategy for what I upload to GPhotos, now.
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+Joel Webber I've been using aperture to sort the albums, crop, edit, then exported to 2048px and upload via browser to q g+ album.
Since the new Google Photos came out, I'm trying to import full size via their new app... But it's been there since yesterday afternoon and there are still 200 left uploading and 40 failed to upload.
After this messy test, I'm going back to my old method
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Our HOA is having the buildings re-roofed this year, and we have an opportunity to install solar panels.

Anyone have any experience with CA solar projects? Any pitfalls to watch out for?
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Make sure no panel is in the shade at any time unless you do a microinverter system. The majority of systems downgrade every panels output to the lowest panel.
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Hey, is that one of those startup castles?
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This one goes out to all my [XG]oogler homepersons, circa 2006. All hail the glory of the OG MKs.

If you were there, you know what I'm talking about. And if you weren't, you can never understand.

(Sorry for the potato camera. It was 2006!)
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Even I complain about the sad MKs now and I don't even work there. 
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I suppose there is something to be said for the power of just getting 
photos up online, anywhere at all, whatever the UI. I had forgotten this photo existed.
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Very beautiful.
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How I imagine the GPhotos backends, as people upload their libraries to try it out...
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I've got 100+GB of RAWs already up there lol I'm going to have to buy the TB plan soon.
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She's saying "Dude..."
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Okay yeah, Google Photos is kiiiiiiiinda scary good.

So I searched my photos for [wine] and then [booze]. 

a) The differences between these two searches were fully legit -- bottles and glasses of wine (and a wine menu that it OCRed!) vs. cocktails, spirits, a vessel of my fermenting homebrew cider, etc. Not too shabby.

b) About halfway through, it returned this photo of a commemorative coin for This was very hahaha silly machine, until +Aimee Morgan said: "...wait, does it think that is an AA token??" Uh..... whoa.

(Skeptical? Compare: )

c) Then at the end, it returned a photo I took on a glacier, of some stones melting into the ice. This was also lolwtf haha machine oh wait.

On the rocks.


Oh shit.

I've said before that people freaking out about AI are entirely off base, because in my view, any AI we eventually create is going to have such a thoroughly alien mode of thought that it will take a good long while before we realize we actually succeeded -- we just won't recognize it.

I feel like this is how it starts.
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Under "birds", it added a illustration I had of an owlbear.
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People don't believe me when I tell them you can get lobstah rolls at McDonald's in Maine.

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+Christopher Tate So say we all.
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Ahh, my wild, misspent youth.
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I swear to god, adding things to the upload queue in Google Photos is O(N^2)
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+Michael Fernandes based on my testing, they arent changing previously uploaded photos even if you reupload them. It sucks 
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For a number of years now, work has been proceeding in order to bring perfection to the crudely conceived idea of a transmission that would not only supply inverse reactive current for use in unilateral phase detractors, but would also be capable of automatically synchronizing cardinal grammeters. Such an instrument is the turbo-encabulator.
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