Predominantly Erroneous (Exohedron nonsense blog)

I'd forgotten how much it hurts to get jalapeno juice in your eye.

 

I'm so glad that I don't have to touch other people's research code very often.

 

I've had plenty of dreams about trying to navigate airports, and plenty of dreams about trying to get food at a college cafeteria, but last night was the first time I've dreamt about trying to navigate an airport cafeteria.
At least it wasn't somehow also combined with a dream about driving a car up a staircase.

 

Falling down the Digimon digivolution rabbit hole.

 

The phrase "loves the sound of his own voice" is kind of funny to me, because I like talking to people but I actually hate the sound of my own voice but the cool part is that when I'm talking I don't actually have to hear what I'm saying because my speech processing center is busy producing words instead of analyzing them.
This results in me saying a lot of nonsense.

 

I'm not good at either tower defenses or match-3 games, which makes me wonder why I think I'd be any good at this combination tower-defense/match-3 game.

 

In other news, political scientists have downgraded plutocracy from a form of government to a dwarf form of government.

 

"Comes back wrong", but instead of being evil or insane, they come back incorrect, like as a flat-earther or something.

 

A bit like that one line in the Sesame Street spoof on Game of Thrones: "The monster is blue and full of errors."

 

The aliens understood our continuing struggles with war, poverty, those ills that apparently plagued all species, even the most enlightened. What they couldn't believe was that we, a space-faring civilization, hadn't moved past sarcasm.

 

I'm pretty sure that I don't have dyslexia, although if I skim-read too quickly sometimes my brain decides to mash together sentences in strange ways. However, if you show me a string of numbers and then ask me to write them again and repeat them out loud, I will probably write them down correctly but I will definitely swap two of the numbers verbally.
Also if you ask me out of the blue to raise my left hand, I'll get it wrong about a third of the time.

 

Time-travel fixit AU, but it's super low-stakes. It's just as fraught and complicated as the usual time-travel fixits, but the protagonist just wants to fix a spelling error on a billboard ad that he was responsible for designing.

 

I eventually figured out that it says "start every morning with a grateful heart" but the font makes the g and the r blur together to look like an h.

 

The person who assumes that the button delivers cocaine versus the person who assumes that the button delivers an electric shock.

 

Whoever writes my dreams can't quite concoct a legitimate Sudoku puzzle, unsurprisingly, but my dreamself can almost remember the rules.

 

Expecting something more akin to a technical report, not a recipe blog.

 

Eventually I'm going to forget that there's a meaning to the word "logical" that doesn't expand to "invariant up to Galois homotopy"

 

It's like that simpsons busdriver meme except the sign says "it is illegal in this state to take your hand off the steering wheel while driving"

 

Possibly the only time when I've come out of a piece of media thinking "this could have used a flashback." I mean, yeah, they dropped all sorts of references, but it could have made motivations just a little bit firmer.

Spoiler: Black Widow

And then as soon as the flashback ends Melina tells her that she already alerted the Red Room.

 

Workshopping a pun about spacelike-separated operators in field theory "telecommuting". Maybe I can work something in about social distancing.