Archive for January, 2016

“She just doesn’t see…”

Back in the world, but still playing catch up. I should be back with (ir)regular service in the next day or two.

Please stand by…


Busy as hell these days, so posting will be even lighter than usual for the next week or two. In the meantime, make yourself right at home and feel free to avail yourself of the complimentary scotch and pistachios, stored in the usual location.

An Idoru dispels misconceptions about Japan

William Gibson sadly unavailable for comment.

“He played it left hand / But made it too far”

Sad news comes tripping down the wire tonight. David Bowie has passed away.

God speed and good rest, Mr. Bowie. Thanks for being weird and helping the rest of us out here in space do the same.

“If we start right out by asking ‘What is bias?,’ it comes at the question in the wrong order. As the proverb goes, ‘There are forty kinds of lunacy but only one kind of common sense.’ The truth is a narrow target, a small region of configuration space to hit. ‘She loves me, she loves me not’ may be a binary question, but E = mc^2 is a tiny dot in the space of all equations, like a winning lottery ticket in the space of all lottery tickets. Error is not an exceptional condition; it is success that is a priori so improbable that it requires an explanation.” – Eliezer Yudkowski, Rationality from AI to Zombies

“This can be the bitter end / I know it won’t”

God damned if this isn’t just a perfect gem of a song. One of those SSPU songs that makes it seem like they were created in a lab just to appeal to me. And here, stripped so far down that you start to see bone beneath its normally fuzzy, fleshy exterior.

Truly a thing of pure joy.

“What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me – into us – clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can’t any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone’s sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we’ll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.”

A sign of a good New Year’s Eve party

Belltown Onions

If any of you lost your bag of onions on New Year’s Eve, it was last seen lying on a sidewalk in Belltown, surrounded by bewildered drunk people.

Dan Carlin on the Great Filter

Fermi Paradox from versa on Vimeo.

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Magic Blue Smoke

House Rules:

1.) Carry out your own dead.
2.) No opium smoking in the elevators.
3.) In Competitions, during gunfire or while bombs are falling, players may take cover without penalty for ceasing play.
4.) A player whose stroke is affected by the simultaneous explosion of a bomb may play another ball from the same place.
4a.) Penalty one stroke.
5.) Pilsner should be in Roman type, and begin with a capital.
6.) Keep Calm and Kill It with Fire.
7.) Spammers will be fed to the Crabipede.