Predominantly Erroneous (Exohedron nonsense blog)

I like a surprising amount of what Pope Francis has done, at least compared to a lot of previous popes, but if he does lead to a major schism in the Catholic Church that would definitely make the top of the list.

 

I guess the real question is what is the worst thing you can write using only words from the Bible?

Note: I don't actually want an answer to this question here; I want it released onto tumblr, with full citations of course.

 

I think I might have told my dad today that I'm aro/ace? Like, not as an identity, but just that I'm not interested. On the other hand, I feel like I've said similar to him before and I'm not sure if it stuck.

 

Congratulations to F1nn5ter for getting banned from Twitch for booby streaming. Really digging into the difference between identification and presentation.

 

Please tell me that there's a One Piece parody called Bikini.

Now that I think about it, it's probably porn.

 

In the style of AI generating images by starting with random pixels and pushing toward the nearest image, my brain has decided that the white noise from my heater as filtered through this hoodie sounds a lot like a Tchaikovsky symphony, particularly the part where the brass section goes nuts.

 

Inverse Tower of Babel: the Kola Superdeep Bore Hole gets a little too deep and suddenly everyone on Earth is speaking the same language.

 

So I have seen at least two different versions of the rules for dreidel, differing in the win condition. In particular, there's some versions where the win condition is that one player ends up with all the coins. There are also versions that don't explicitly state what the win condition is, only a condition for a particular player to lose (losing all of their coins to the pot).
In the first version with the explicit win condition, it is possible for all of the players to lose, by the dreidel landing on a long string of shins.
In the second version, it is possible that a house rule would mandate that the last player still with any coins wins automatically, without them actually managing to grab the pot.

I tend to prefer games where it is possible for everyone to lose due to stupid circumstances (or a malicious player).

 

New game idea: Fuck, Merry, Christmas

 

I'm sorry, but I'm still going to call it Twittermas.

 

There's something about mathematicians writing punny musicals. Not to say that they're necessarily good at it, other than Tom Lehrer of course, but they're very enthusiastic.

 

But I'm pretty sure that releasing the term "femmeboi" onto tumblr would cause a small riot.

 

Every once in a while, the "you need to read the original texts!" discourse comes across my tumblr browsing, and it makes me glad that in mathematics the general norm is "you definitely should not read the original papers." Imagine having to read Galois' scribbles in order to learn group theory. Imagine having to read Euclid's Elements to learn geometry, or Russel and Whitehead's Principia Mathematica to learn mathematical logic.

So glad that the progress of mathematical conception and exposition, bad as it is, doesn't depend on the quality of the original texts. Like, I'm not a Platonist by any sense, but I'm super glad that at least there is a belief that mathematical objects aren't tied to a particular dead human's headspace.

 

Doomed by the narrator

 

Now I'm kinda sad I didn't go through with trying to write that I Write Sins Not Tragedies parody about Rationalists back when all of those abuse allegations were getting hurled about, mostly because toady I realized that I could have titled it I Write Maps Not Territ'ries.

The only part I had actually thought up was "Haven't you people ever heard of checking your goddamn norms?" and then the following line needs no adjustment whatsoever.

 

Six boys in a five foot cube, seeing how loudly they can hum at 225 hz.

 

Authentic but insincere

(Possible candidate for a tagline for my tumblr blog, now that I think about it)

 

Okay, now that Glaze is actually being fielded and is causing AI-art proponents to get Big Mad about it, I thoroughly approve of its existence and use.

 

A tiny incongruity: when my dad talks to me about AI taking over jobs, he keeps mentioning that his father was a computer in the old sense of someone who does calculations in exchange for money, and that had he lived long enough he would have been replaced by electrical and electronic calculators. And while I understand the point my dad is trying to make, I also remember that my grandfather was an asshole who spent all of his money gambling whose only good deed that I've heard of is producing children, which AI has not quite gotten to yet.

 

Fresh coconut juice, where they just smack a small hole in a coconut and hand you a straw.