Malgas

The point is there’s no statistical difference between rolling one die an infinite number of times, rolling an infinite number of dice once, and rolling an infinite number of dice an infinite number of times.

Perhaps the same could be said of all religions.

When Pump Up the Jam was first broadcast, audiences feared it was real, and that jam would be pumped into their homes.

The lyrics give clues to the location of a buried golden hare that has never been found.

Even if Sisyphus is infinite and the boulder is infinite, they can be accommodated within an infinite space.

But not if they’re uncountably infinite.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s ass.

Hence error 418.

Fortified with essential salts.

but it seems too good quality to be custom work and is definitely an official controller.

Custom official controllers are a thing.

That’s Shreking at your enemies.

Love Demetri Martin.

But the real story is weirder: the color is named after the fruit. Prior to the 16th century it was “yellow-red”.

Also carrots were not commonly orange when oranges arrived in Europe. The carrots we’re used to were hybridized from the earlier yellow, red, and purple varieties in the late 18th century.

This conversation is gastro-etymology, BTW.

I just looked it up, and apparently it’s /ɡɛʃ/.

Never would have guessed that.

Well obviously this flower is pollinated by ducks.

The guy from the Dan Brown movie was a ninja turtle?!

“3.6 violinists. Not great, not terrible.”

Right, like the guy with the negatronic brain isn’t going to be evil. Come on!

Then you get things like GTA or Saints Row, where whether I want to be using kb+m or controller changes based on whether I’m driving or on foot.

I’ve long thought that the ideal control scheme would somehow incorporate both a mouse for camera control, the sheer number of buttons you get from having your off-hand on a keyboard, and also analog inputs for things like movement/steering and vehicle throttle.

It could just be a difference of the liquor, or color balance in the photo, but I think that first picture might be an Old Fashioned rather than just bourbon. It has that sort of reddish-purple tinge to it that you get from angostura bitters.

There’s a running gag in archaeology that variations on “ritual purposes” actually means “I have no idea what this was for”.

That said, there has historically been a connection between certain divination practices and games of chance, so this could easily be both.

Shit in, shit out. That’s AI.

“On two occasions I have been asked, – “Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?” … I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question.”

—Charles Babbage, on his analytical engine, 1864