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Seriously, somebody riff, I have no grand scheme for this thing  :lol:

December 36 2014

Today I received an envelope postmarked December 53. While my rational mind tells me that I am the victim of a fairly mild prank - and this is certainly the sort of thing I would expect from Ben or in fact any of my other colleagues -, I must admit here, to myself, that I am somewhat shaken. I cannot tell what has my nerves so rattled. It should not be the date. Even were this situation to continue for so many days, nobody seems particularly concerned; we are all certain that the powers that be have the matter in hand. Nor should it be the content of the letter, which reads to me as equal parts triviality and nonsense. On a scrap of notepaper, a joint shopping and todo list with some small commentary and some absently added geometric doodles.

milk, eggs, bread, tp, eggs

remember to call marv and ask about causality leakage b/c otherwise we'll be doing this forever
don't forget the eggs they are ESSENTIAL

sorry to do this to you

Triviality and nonsense but it has me rattled. I'm sure it will pass. Otherwise life continues as usual. What's going to happen to the pay cycle is unclear but I've savings enough to draw on for some time, so long as I replace them as soon as cashflow resumes. Less seriously, I am uncertain what to do with grocery items due to expire in early January! Until now I've been winging it but I'll need to determine a system sooner or later. Here's hoping things are resolved before it comes to that.


Although, on looking that up it looks like that person used a track they knew would be muted for copyright violation to create that effect.

Also, saving this reaction GIF here:

Nobody. Figured I'd add some commentary while I decided whether I liked the direction.

Even as the smoke disperses and the charred timber settles, the chant of "THE MASTER IS COLD, INCREASE THE HEAT, THE MASTER IS COLD, INCREASE THE HEAT" haunts you.

And I'm not talking "I must imprison the humans to protect the humans", I'm inspired by a smartphone controlled air conditioning system I saw recently that, due to a rounding error, in response to the owner leaving the house, would try to set the temperature to 2147483647 degrees and put MAXIMUM POWER TO ALL HEATING COILS until it reached that, thereby burning down your house.

It was either that or starting a story about EGGS THAT NEVER EXPIRE  :eek:



Wait, guys I didn't get my December 32nd.

What happened to my December 32nd, guys? Where is it?

...guys?    :sad:

December 32 2014

I don't know what happened. Today I woke up, expecting it to be a new year and it just wasn't. I sat up this morning, rubbing my eyes and trying to convince myself I was awake, reached for my phone to see if I'd missed anything while asleep and there it was, December 32 2014.

There was a brief segment about it on the morning news, barely more than a passing nod to the year's failure to end and a little giggle for a joke about how children born today are going to have a hell of a time figuring out when their birthday is next year. I guess it's an extra day of holiday as I'm due back at work Jan 5th. Must be like a leap-year thing. Guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.

December 33 2014

I guess we need more than a day to sort this thing out. I talked to Ben from work and he said he was at a New Years party on the 31st and found the countdown really awkward. Everyone went through the usual rigmarole of starting at ten and working their way down but everyone started to look around uncomfortably as they reached three... two... Ben says a couple of people left the room at this point, everyone knew something was up. One... followed by an even split of people leaving the party to go home and people emptying their vessels and starting on a new one.

Oh, and the eggs have expired.

December 35 2014

Ben called and said he'd spoken to the boss. We're still on track to start work Jan 5th and not a day before. Can't go messing with client bookings when we're not sure how many days notice we're giving them of the change, he said, so looks like I'm staying at home watching Christmas reruns on the telly. Apparently you're allowed to keep playing those until the end of December.

On the subject of lazy humans, I am so much more scared of bugs in friendly AI causing harm than in out-and-out evil AI.

I have heard the battlecry of our robotic destroyers and it is "I'M HELPING".

Propaganda Depository / Re: Discordian Ads
« on: January 12, 2015, 08:59:03 pm »

Hi spags! How are we all?

I'm working this crazy new job where I break into all sorts of cool tech and then don't get to brag about it because there are enough NDAs and confidentiality agreements that I have a fort in my house built entirely out of paperwork. Been at it for four months or so and it's pretty fucking sweet.


By the way, The Paesors is going on smashwords, shortly.
I would gibber with anticipation but Senora stapled my gibberers together.

Principia Discussion / Re: Discordian Slogans?
« on: January 12, 2015, 03:08:49 am »
Little known fact, the word began being applied to marketing after Andrew Moray's speech at the Battle of Stirling Bridge (attributed to William Wallace in the movie Braveheart). Scotland's Slughairmiers were so inspired by his cry of "Alba gu bràth" that they began to embroider it on the slughairms (using spider silk). The trend caught on. On reading the embroidered message on a slug's jacket or hat, people would so often remark something akin to "that's a really nice sluaghairm" that the word began to apply to the message rather than the ghairm itself and this evolved into our modern "slogan".

Hi spags! How are we all?

I'm working this crazy new job where I break into all sorts of cool tech and then don't get to brag about it because there are enough NDAs and confidentiality agreements that I have a fort in my house built entirely out of paperwork. Been at it for four months or so and it's pretty fucking sweet.

Principia Discussion / Re: Discordian Slogans?
« on: January 12, 2015, 02:29:49 am »
The word slogan is derived from Scottish Gaelic "Sluagh-Ghairm". A 'sluagh' is a slug or grub and a "ghairm" is an item of clothing (the root of the word 'garment'). Sluaghairm design was a pastime and carefully kept secret among 13th Century Scots who needed a delicate creative outlet to balance the dour persona they are stereotypically known for. These Scots would trawl the lochs and waterways for freshwater slugs and fashion for them tiny outfits from plant matter (traditionally leaves and twigs). Slughairm models were a precious resource as judging for slughairm contests was based not only on the technical complexity of the outfit but the demeanour and problem-solving skills of the slugs. Modern slughairmiers have been known to take to sea kayaks to hunt for rare seaslugs to model their ghairms. [Read more]



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