Predominantly Erroneous (Exohedron nonsense blog)

That one-two punch of "This meeting could have been an email" and "There's nothing worse than getting an email"

 

Unsurprisingly, my habit of putting chili powder into drinks has extended to hot apple cider. At least partially because I ran out of cinnamon, but also because I'm a one-trick-pony when it comes to seasoning drinks.
It's not bad, really.

 

I guess it doesn't help that the super-rich are measured in terms of "how many stocks they have times the current price per stock", because that's not how stock worth actually occurs in the real world. If you sell enough stock, the price drops because people think you're selling the stock for a reason. And while for the average retail stock trader no one really cares about their opinion as to stock prices, for someone like, say, Jeff Bezos, if he suddenly starts cashing out, people are going to think that Amazon is in trouble, they're going to think that the stock isn't worth buying, and so he can only liquidate a fraction of the stock before the price plummets. He'd still get a lot of money for that fraction, but not nearly as much as one might assume when one hears that he's worth X billion dollars.

Few things in life are actually linear.

 

People on twitter posting screencaps from tumblr (while deriding the people on tumblr) versus people on tumblr posting TikToks (while deriding the people on TikTok)

 

One of the problems with working with a person named "Guy" is that I tend to use "guy" as my placeholder for entities that I don't want to actually name properly. For instance, the previous sentence almost started out as "One of the problems with working with a guy named" until I recalled the rest of the sentence.

 

Constantly worried that if I keep putting off writing the sci-fi story, the math will become out of date. I'm fine just making shit up for the physics and the biology and the sociology, whatever, but do I really think that emergent network phenomena won't be an essentially solved problem in two hundred years? Do I really think that "combinatorics" as a branch will still exist in a recognizable form at that point? At some point one of the main characters somewhat flippantly remarks that she knows that the Stack isn't actually a stack in the formal sense, but do I want to try to guess what structures a non-mathematician would take as amenable for colloquial conversation?

But there's also a good chance that I'm somehow using a fundamental misinterpretation of, like, lower bounds on the efficiency of graph traversal algorithms or something as a plot point, and that doesn't bother me nearly as much.

 

A great thing about working mostly with nerds is that sometimes one person will casually ask if a second person has ever gone to a particular gym and the second person will gesture to their pale, scrawny lank in order to say, "no, I've never been to any gym, of which that particular gym is one."

Which is not to say that there aren't nerds who work out! There are a large number of nerds who lift, both in the category-theoretic and the athletic senses, but there are also a large number of skinny dudes who would snap like a twig and visibly so.

 

I appreciate that disruptive monopolization tech schemes at least take money away from venture capitalists, who prove that they don't deserve said money by dumb and/or immoral enough to invest in said schemes. Unfortunately, everything else about said schemes.

 

It really says something that it's the big green jacket that really clashes with the frilly black goth lolita outfit, and not the machine gun.

 

The hero with a thousand faces versus the prince with a thousand enemies.

 

The touchpad on my laptop is either way too sensitive or doesn't have any anti-jitter. If it's not receiving signal the cursor shakes like it's had too much coffee.

 

Touchpad problem seems to be fixed?

 

For some reason I just really like coming up with defective Tarot decks.

 

When you're acquaintances with two out of a set of identical triplets and aren't entirely sure you've ever even seen the third.

 

A bouncy, syncopated version of the theme from the Godfather.

 

The process of trying to keep my condo bug-free is getting more difficult. I'm trying to keep to my rule of not killing anything but apparently they're sticking around long enough to die before I can find them and throw them out the window.

 

My building is having a blackout. Except there's this one nightlight that mysteriously still has power, and I know it's not from an internal battery because the light goes out if I unplug it. Weird.

 

...If you plug something else into the outlet does it have power? Or is it just the nightlight?

 

So I tried the vacuum, which turned on a teeny tiny little bit, so I guess that outlet was still getting some power, but not a lot. I guess I should have also noticed that the light was also dimmer than it usual would be.
Unfortunately(?) the power came back before I could do anymore science, but all of my appliances that normally stay plugged in all thought that the power was completely gone.

 

Another blackout. Wandering around reveals more nightlights that were on low for a few minutes, but now everything is dark.