Predominantly Erroneous (Exohedron nonsense blog)

It says something that I immediately recognized that the name "Juice" referred to a satellite, but forgot that Juice is a real satellite and not just a character made up by Jon Bois.

 

Look, if people are worried about nuclear power, we should just build the reactor really far away from the large population. Like, miles away. Maybe like 93 million miles away.
But wait, you say, how will we get the power over here? And yeah, that sounds like a lot of cable to lay down. So we're going to do it wirelessly! We just set up a big transmitter over there, and then each person can put up some receivers wherever they want and get power beamed right to them!
I hear there's some pretty neat designs in the works for wireless power receivers, even some environmentally-friendly ones. Green power, yeah?


Wait, what do you mean someone else already had this idea.

 

Today's verbal brain noise: Ra, Ra, Rasputin, have you any wool?

 

So I got my first political donation text that addressed me by my father's name rather than my mother's. The especially fun bit is that it then went on to claim that as a member of Gen Z I (that is, my father) had to help stop Vance from becoming vice president.

 

The dumbest habit I have is, when I'm walking towards a vertical pole like a lamppost or something, normally the thing that you'd do is swerve to avoid it, right? Instead, I have this really bizarre tendency to swerve toward it instead and have to consciously make myself not walk straight into it. I have a similar tendency to bang my hip against tables or my arms against doorways, but it's really just so pronounced when it comes to freestanding vertical poles.

 

I keep saying "removed" when what I should probably be saying is that I had my blood drawn.

 

But do I want to ask about the astrological implications of our temporary second moon?

 

So what's the protocol if you go back in time and encounter a trans person before they realized they were trans? Is it okay to call them by their going-to-be-deadname, or is that still problematic?

 

I think you call people by their preferred name, so I feel like if they haven't realised they're trans yet, their preferred name will likely be their deadname.

I suppose it would be unethical to call them something else.

 

I would probably straight-up ask what name they go by, "you go by a different one later". No harm, no foul, no egg cracking time paradox, right?

 

Today's verbal brain noise: This is ground control to Mister Krabs,

 

Wondering why I don't buy shrimp to cook at home. It used to be that I didn't want the hassle of peeling off the shells, but it's been a long time since I didn't just eat the shells as well, so that's no longer a good reason.

 

Two colleagues and I are going to a conference via 8 hr road trip in a few weeks. Of course the question of music came up. As per tradition, the one driving at the time gets to pick the music.
One of them has claimed to not have strong music preferences and will just accept whatever we want to listen to.

The other has threatened to make us listen to ABBA for the entirety for her time behind the wheel (cue references to Andy Weir's The Martian).

So now I have to make a choice. Do I just play my normal musical selection, which is mostly either drum-and-bass, death metal, or shitpost mashups.



Or do I also fill my phone with ABBA?

 

I've probably made this comment before, but: meat grinder versus organ grinder

 

The problem with writing unit tests for this code is that this code is supposed to be for generating test data in the first place, so the only way I know of to generate the unit tests is to either write yet more code or to cheat.

 

Added to the list of things that I don't understand but participate in anyway because it apparently is societal glue: "that's rough, buddy"-style sympathy. I can't alleviate the problem itself, but if I say these words people feel better about the problem. Which is good, but it doesn't work on me and also I don't have empathy so the words are in fact me reading a script.

Searle's Chinese Room as a metaphor for neurodivergence.