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My friend Eileen only wears a left sock because her right foot was eaten by piranhas (she never did get that Brownie Super Explorer badge either). What happens if she goes down under?
She's safe just so long as she doesn't meet with the anti-sock in her travels (she may spontaneously turn to lint if that happens.)
Bodies are too big and solid to exhbit such quantum entanglement, so she'll still only have a left foot, and will probably never notice that the sock has inverted en route. If her ankle is sore for a few hours on arrival, she'll most likely blame low pressure in the aircraft rather than having the wrong sock on, but if she wants to make it fit better, she should turn it inside out.
she should turn it inside out.She should also
put out a piece of cheese and a bowl of milk for the elves. It saves you a lot of lint problems.
She should also put out a piece of cheese and a bowl of milk for the elves.
Oh, I thought that was only if you needed it darning? Elves clearly have a higher appetite to work ratio than the pixie shoe menders
If Eileen turns her left sock inside out, will the sock in the northern hemisphere automatically instantly turn inside out?
No, because it is equally reflected in the propagation across the equator, and thus is ready to oppose any configuration of Eileen's remaining foot and sock (I know that's rather counter-intuitive, but let's face it, most things are. How else can you explain... well, anything? Roxie? cheese? The 2-endedness of sticks? The popularity of mobile phones? The sixty+ billion years of television programming that will be unproductively watched in the lifetimes of all the people alive on the planet today? Now that is frightening, isn't it?)
In order to truly confuse the universe (always an audacious, if thoroughly unpredictable, strategy,) it would be necessary for Eileen to have an ambipedal prosthesis that could be switched from one stump to the other (sorry, did I mention we'd have to chop off the other leg too?) in less than the time it takes light to travel from sock to antisock. Then the socks would decohere, and energy could be extracted from the disparity of distances between Eileen's erstwhile limbs and the relevant hemispheres.
But I don't think that's been experimentally proven yet. Perhaps you should chop her other foot off? A small price to pay for advancing the cause of science, I'm sure she'll agree.
What about the anitsock and it's mate?
Indeed - enquiring minds want to know. Rumour has it they were last seen cavorting on a private island in Second Life, trying to sell fissionable lint to sinister avatars in black cloaks and mirror shades. We can only await the future with dread!
Can we use this sock system as a form of faster than light communication?
Sadly the entanglement breaks down at sub-light-speed. You can predict the occurence of any particularly polarised sock at a given location in the opposite hemisphere, but you can't communicate your knowledge of it to the observer at that point in space-time at faster than light-speed.
What about building an engine that runs on the energy left over from converting a person into lint?
Yes, you could construct such a device, but it's a bit drastic don't you think? If the entirety of human energy needs were to be suddenly supplied purely by means of bio-lint conversion technology, we'd run out of people in just under 6 years. Of course, that would be assuming the dwindling population kept up consumption at present levels. Maybe a happy medium might be reached at a fraction of the current population, but I rather doubt it's the answer to Al Gore's prayers.
The sixty+ billion years of television programming that will be unproductively watched in the lifetimes of all the people alive on the planet today? Now that is frightening, isn't it?
I perhaps ought to put that figure in perspective (and I will defend it vigorously if anyone wants to question it - I believe I err considerably on the side of caution in the calculation.)
Since the genus Homo diverged from its primate cousins, how much time do you think we had to develop and evolve?
What did the first 60 billion man-years give us?
We stopped dragging our knuckles and lost most of our body hair.
We harnessed fire.
We invented the wheel.
We domesticated beasts and crops.
We invented writing.
We learnt to refine and forge metals.
We built the pyramids, Stonehenge and Machu Pichu.
We invented printing, money, gunpowder, taxation, science, great arts.
Empires in many continents came and went.
60 billion man-years was what it took to get us from learning to walk upright to the Enlightenment.
And that is what this single generation chooses to piss away watching Big Brother, Celebrity Love Island and Jerry Springer.
I am of course mad - a lone voice crying in the wilderness, since sanity is a merely consensual concept (and if you can't hit the red button and vote for it, it evidently doesn't exist.)
The sooner I can dump the wetware and migrate to Third Life, the better. I fear the battle is well and truly lost here, but I'll fight for this lost cause through every iteration of reality I get the chance to pitch my standard in.
Don't mind me - I'm just venting spleen. I think the sight of a bunch of overpaid celebrities burning huge quantities of fossil fuels, and generating astronomical quantities of greenhouse gasses, to attend a globally televised concert in aid of reducing climate change has stuck in my craw somewhat, and made me a little crankier than usual tonight.
Perhaps you should chop her other foot off?
But then she would be defeated! If you have any less drastic ideas, I'm sure she would hop to it. She said she cried because she had no foot, until she met a man with no soul.
Did I tell you she was working on a Holographic Universe theory of the Quantum Soul? She started with the ancient Greek idea that the soul is somehow spit in half when it tries to attach to the physical world. Everyone is born with half a soul and feels a sense that there is a loss, something missing. Thus, the search for a soul mate, which must, if the person is honest, end in compromise and frustration since if one were ever to come into contact with their other half the anti-soul, the result would be total annihilation. The two halves would then revert to pure energy and enter a state of nirvana.
Sometimes I think Eileen gets into Gabi's mushrooms when she gets board.
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If you exported the left socks to australia, you might be able to produce energy from the fission.
Of course, the process might require some sort of damping to prevent a runaway reaction - a critical mass might see the spontaneous emission of every left sock from the northern hemisphere to the southern, and a corresponding explosion of right socks.
Of course, the process might require some sort of damping to prevent a runaway reaction - a critical mass might see the spontaneous emission of every left sock from the northern hemisphere to the southern, and a corresponding explosion of right socks.
My friend Eileen only wears a left sock because her right foot was eaten by piranhas (she never did get that Brownie Super Explorer badge either). What happens if she goes down under?
Anyone enjoying the rubber science of this discussion should try Robert Rankin's The Book of Ultimate Truths some time.
"a critical mass might see the spontaneous emission of every left sock from the northern hemisphere to the southern, and a corresponding explosion of right socks"
Would that be what produces the Northern Rights? Otherwise known as the Auroma Boursinealis.
Would that be what produces the Northern Rights? Otherwise known as the Auroma Boursinealis.
She's safe just so long as she doesn't meet with the anti-sock in her travels (she may spontaneously turn to lint if that happens.)
Bodies are too big and solid to exhbit such quantum entanglement, so she'll still only have a left foot, and will probably never notice that the sock has inverted en route. If her ankle is sore for a few hours on arrival, she'll most likely blame low pressure in the aircraft rather than having the wrong sock on, but if she wants to make it fit better, she should turn it inside out.
put out a piece of cheese and a bowl of milk for the elves. It saves you a lot of lint problems.
Oh, I thought that was only if you needed it darning? Elves clearly have a higher appetite to work ratio than the pixie shoe menders
I keep asking a house elf to move in and do the washing up, but I think he's afraid of my cats. Silly of him, they are all big kittens really. They are only playing when they pounce on the invisible little people or chase them around.
If Eileen turns her left sock inside out, will the sock in the northern hemisphere automatically instantly turn inside out? What about the anitsock and it's mate? Can we use this sock system as a form of faster than light communication? What about building an engine that runs on the energy left over from converting a person into lint?
If Eileen turns her left sock inside out, will the sock in the northern hemisphere automatically instantly turn inside out? What about the anitsock and it's mate? Can we use this sock system as a form of faster than light communication? What about building an engine that runs on the energy left over from converting a person into lint?
No, because it is equally reflected in the propagation across the equator, and thus is ready to oppose any configuration of Eileen's remaining foot and sock (I know that's rather counter-intuitive, but let's face it, most things are. How else can you explain... well, anything? Roxie? cheese? The 2-endedness of sticks? The popularity of mobile phones? The sixty+ billion years of television programming that will be unproductively watched in the lifetimes of all the people alive on the planet today? Now that is frightening, isn't it?)
In order to truly confuse the universe (always an audacious, if thoroughly unpredictable, strategy,) it would be necessary for Eileen to have an ambipedal prosthesis that could be switched from one stump to the other (sorry, did I mention we'd have to chop off the other leg too?) in less than the time it takes light to travel from sock to antisock. Then the socks would decohere, and energy could be extracted from the disparity of distances between Eileen's erstwhile limbs and the relevant hemispheres.
But I don't think that's been experimentally proven yet. Perhaps you should chop her other foot off? A small price to pay for advancing the cause of science, I'm sure she'll agree.
Indeed - enquiring minds want to know. Rumour has it they were last seen cavorting on a private island in Second Life, trying to sell fissionable lint to sinister avatars in black cloaks and mirror shades. We can only await the future with dread!
Sadly the entanglement breaks down at sub-light-speed. You can predict the occurence of any particularly polarised sock at a given location in the opposite hemisphere, but you can't communicate your knowledge of it to the observer at that point in space-time at faster than light-speed.
Yes, you could construct such a device, but it's a bit drastic don't you think? If the entirety of human energy needs were to be suddenly supplied purely by means of bio-lint conversion technology, we'd run out of people in just under 6 years. Of course, that would be assuming the dwindling population kept up consumption at present levels. Maybe a happy medium might be reached at a fraction of the current population, but I rather doubt it's the answer to Al Gore's prayers.
I perhaps ought to put that figure in perspective (and I will defend it vigorously if anyone wants to question it - I believe I err considerably on the side of caution in the calculation.)
Since the genus Homo diverged from its primate cousins, how much time do you think we had to develop and evolve?
What did the first 60 billion man-years give us?
We stopped dragging our knuckles and lost most of our body hair.
We harnessed fire.
We invented the wheel.
We domesticated beasts and crops.
We invented writing.
We learnt to refine and forge metals.
We built the pyramids, Stonehenge and Machu Pichu.
We invented printing, money, gunpowder, taxation, science, great arts.
Empires in many continents came and went.
60 billion man-years was what it took to get us from learning to walk upright to the Enlightenment.
And that is what this single generation chooses to piss away watching Big Brother, Celebrity Love Island and Jerry Springer.
I am of course mad - a lone voice crying in the wilderness, since sanity is a merely consensual concept (and if you can't hit the red button and vote for it, it evidently doesn't exist.)
The sooner I can dump the wetware and migrate to Third Life, the better. I fear the battle is well and truly lost here, but I'll fight for this lost cause through every iteration of reality I get the chance to pitch my standard in.
Don't mind me - I'm just venting spleen. I think the sight of a bunch of overpaid celebrities burning huge quantities of fossil fuels, and generating astronomical quantities of greenhouse gasses, to attend a globally televised concert in aid of reducing climate change has stuck in my craw somewhat, and made me a little crankier than usual tonight.
But then she would be defeated! If you have any less drastic ideas, I'm sure she would hop to it. She said she cried because she had no foot, until she met a man with no soul.
Did I tell you she was working on a Holographic Universe theory of the Quantum Soul? She started with the ancient Greek idea that the soul is somehow spit in half when it tries to attach to the physical world. Everyone is born with half a soul and feels a sense that there is a loss, something missing. Thus, the search for a soul mate, which must, if the person is honest, end in compromise and frustration since if one were ever to come into contact with their other half the anti-soul, the result would be total annihilation. The two halves would then revert to pure energy and enter a state of nirvana.
Sometimes I think Eileen gets into Gabi's mushrooms when she gets board.
Now that everyone's having socks over in the bar I'll ask a boring AI question:
Does anyone know a way of programmatically erasing memories? Not overwriting them, blanking them out. I want to make sure memories associated with one guest don't seep into another (especially now all guests are guest153). I've tried various things like
forget "youare"
remember "" as only "youare"
remember NULL as only "youare"
even
remember "\0" as only "youare"
but can't find anything that works.
Does anyone know a way of programmatically erasing memories? Not overwriting them, blanking them out. I want to make sure memories associated with one guest don't seep into another (especially now all guests are guest153). I've tried various things like
forget "youare"
remember "" as only "youare"
remember NULL as only "youare"
even
remember "\0" as only "youare"
but can't find anything that works.
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