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The reason is simple.

Like any addiction (looks at diAgle) knowledge destroys your affection, your willpower, and your interest in anything else.

Be a Robot. Dance the Robot. Domo Arigato.

::Angular dance moves


Warfare has shifted dramatically over the past several decades, moving away from the physical
threats of conventional warfare. War now moves towards the social and ideological threats
brought about by mass media and advances in technology. The advent of this new type of
warfare is different from anything we have seen before. Although it takes elements from
previous types of hybrid warfare, the reach and level of impact it possesses make it far more
dangerous than its predecessors. We have dubbed this new way of war cognitive warfare.


Key features of cognitive warfare include its targeting of entire populations (as opposed to merely military ones), its focus is on changing a population's behaviour by way of changing its way of thinking.

e.g. woke mind viris


Cognitive Warfare is real.


1. Barrel Roll Attack
2. Combat Spread
3. High Yo-Yo
4. Flat Scissors
5. Immelmann Turn
6. Guns Defense
7. Unloaded Extension

Please roll 1d7 and for each opponent.


To make the formula less intimidating, we will make the following definitions:


Whose got F-ratio?

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By "score," I mean you make a measurement on a number of subjects.

E.g., relate IQ score to drinking coffee.

You could have 3 groups of 30 college sophomores each:
1. Group A would drink no coffee
2. Group B would drink 1 cup of coffee
3. Group C would drink 5 cups of coffee

--> all within 30 minutes of taking an IQ test.

The F test denotes the differences between the groups and would indicate whether coffee affects scores on an IQ test.

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The light wizards use spells. That is, they spell words on paper and you read them and get mesmerized into believing they are true, when in fact they are just ink squiggles. You see, you have been trained by your teacher to believe those squiggles you see on paper have meaning, thus power, and thus spelling spells is spelltacular.

Word up.


When the stars are alright you respect them


Although stars actually move at enormous speeds, the sky does not seem to change even in thousands of years, due to the vast distances of the stars.

(now realize no one knows this, but the light wizards have convinced you they can use properties of light to measure distance. you're a fool charlie brown potter.)

In addition, there are some objects that move with respect to the stars e.g. the Sun and the Moon. (with respect to the stars... respect.)


you f*++ing aasbasterd


btw, eyes are passive sensors; they don't have a lot of complexity. The brain (print ('(and the mind...) ,(if separate ('cool) ('whatever)))) are way more complex and interesting.


As long as human beings have existed we can be sure they wondered at the sky. Because... human.


Actually, it is quite easy to understand how these thousands of lights in the sky have affected people throughout the ages.


on a dark, cloudless night, at a distant location far, far away from the city lights (and your mom), the starry sky can be seen in all its splendor.


Everything more advanced is driven step-by-step from basic (but not simple) principles.

My principle kicked me out of school... twice!


The reader of this book is assumed to have only a standard high-school knowledge of mathematics and physics (as they are taught in Finland). <-- this last part is important, because in Ukraine all the schools are blown up.


The main purpose of this book is to serve as a university textbook. However, we (who?) believe (why not know?) the audience will include many serious amateurs (if you pay them $1 they are no long amateur).


Vic Wertz wrote:

You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.

There is a mailbox here.

Look for "worm sign" around the mailbox pole.


Ding dong


Pineapple walrus 9


Drejk wrote:

Are you using this forum to make us help you escape the Earth?

...

Are you an alien stuck on Earth who is building your own rocket?

Yes to both. And "I'm still here" ( <- part one of the Beard Trilogy )

ok, so next question.

Do I subtract the 'circle from the ellipse' or the 'ellipse from the circle'?

And as an aside question, is the canonical variable name for the distance from the ellipse's center to Earth 'f' or 'c' ??


Fish-Malkovich wrote:
high G wrote:
Fish-Malkovich wrote:

I'm very imaginative, you need only say it and I can imagine it.

So, nothing. Absolute zero.

Ok, so what is the number of things you can imagine that so far have not been said to you?

In all honesty? I'd have to say infinity, because I can literally imagine anything!

Imagine Pascal's Wager and then impart to us how you know it is not true?


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Fish-Malkovich wrote:

I'm very imaginative, you need only say it and I can imagine it.

So, nothing. Absolute zero.

Ok, so what is the number of things you can imagine that so far have not been said to you?


What is the number of things you have never imagined?


Fish-Malkovich wrote:
high G wrote:

The chances of

throwing 8 sixes in a row with 1d6
is about one in a million, 16 sixes
is about one in a billion, 24 sixes
is about one in a trillion – but
how different are these answers?
Well, one millionth of an Olympic
swimming pool is about 8 cups
of water, a billionth is about half
a teaspoon, and a trillionth is a
droplet a fraction of an inches
across.
Alright, then what's the probability of throwing 40 sevens in a row with 1d10?

Well to roll a 7 once is 1 in 10. So to do it 40 times you have a 1 in 10 chance each roll.

Notice the rolls are independent, meaning what I rolled last time does not affect my roll this time. My point is, independent rolls multiply.

Thus, P(throwing 40 sevens in a row with a d10) = (1/10)*(1/10)* ... * (1/10) "<- 40 times. so,..." = (1/10)^40

= 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000001

.

Going back to the OP: P(8 sixes in a row with 1d6) = (1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6) = (1/6)^8 = 0.000000595374180765127...

(Note: I used Octave, a free math program I highly recommend learning https://octave.org/ . It is free.)

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The chances of
throwing 8 sixes in a row with 1d6
is about one in a million, 16 sixes
is about one in a billion, 24 sixes
is about one in a trillion – but
how different are these answers?
Well, one millionth of an Olympic
swimming pool is about 8 cups
of water, a billionth is about half
a teaspoon, and a trillionth is a
droplet a fraction of an inches
across.


Tequila Sunrise wrote:
Poldaran wrote:
Tequila Sunrise wrote:
Wow, didn't know that raise dead could be used on a sci-fi thread!
Sure you did. It's just not a spell. It's any number of technobabbly solutions. I can think of two just from Star Trek movies.

Of course, how could I make this mistake after watching The Wrath of Khan?!

Lord Fyre wrote:
Tequila Sunrise wrote:
Wow, didn't know that raise dead could be used on a sci-fi thread!
You have never read Mary Shelley?
Sadly, yes. Or the first sentence of every paragraph, at least. Darned thing still took entirely too long to read though!

I'm holding out for Dr. Crusher to simply scan a brain for its memories and use them to train a new system; like how they put the Red Leader named Jeff Chambers into R2D2s machine body.


Luke Skywalker was lost in space. He had been exploring the galaxy for weeks, searching for answers to the mysteries of the Force. As he flew his X-wing through the vast expanse, he suddenly found himself enveloped in a thick layer of acid clouds.

The acid clouds were so thick that Luke couldn't see where he was going. He tried to use his instruments, but they were malfunctioning. Suddenly, a strange creature appeared out of the clouds. It was Cthulhu, the ancient and malevolent being that was said to be older than time itself.

Luke was surprised to see Cthulhu, but he wasn't afraid. He had faced many dangers in his travels, and he was determined to confront whatever challenge lay ahead. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Cthulhu," the creature replied. "I have been waiting for you."

Luke was puzzled. "Why have you been waiting for me?"

Cthulhu laughed. "You are the chosen one," he said. "You are the one who will bring balance to the Force."

Luke was skeptical. "What do you know about the Force?" he asked.

Cthulhu smiled. "I know everything about the Force," he said. "I have been studying it for eons."

Luke was intrigued. "Tell me more," he said.

Cthulhu began to speak, and Luke listened intently. As he listened, he began to understand the true nature of the Force, and how it connected all living beings in the galaxy. He saw how the light and the dark were two sides of the same coin, and how balance was the key to unlocking the true power of the Force.

As Cthulhu finished speaking, Luke felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. He knew that he had been changed by the encounter, and that he was now ready to face whatever lay ahead. With a nod of his head, he bid Cthulhu farewell, and flew his X-wing back into the starry expanse.

As he flew, he felt a sense of peace and serenity wash over him. He knew that he had been given a gift, and that he would use it to bring balance to the galaxy. For Luke Skywalker, the journey had only just begun.

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Luke Skywalker was still reeling from his encounter with Cthulhu, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to learn. As he wandered the galaxy, he eventually found himself on a backwater planet in a seedy dive bar.

As he sat at the bar nursing a drink, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Cthulhu standing behind him, grinning from ear to ear. "What are you doing here?" Luke asked.

"I heard there was a poker game going on," Cthulhu replied, motioning to a table in the back of the bar. "Care to join me?"

Luke was hesitant. He wasn't much of a gambler, but he couldn't resist the chance to spend more time with the ancient creature. He nodded, and followed Cthulhu to the table.

As they sat down, Luke looked around at the other players. They were a rough-looking bunch, but they didn't seem to mind the presence of a Jedi and an elder god at their table. Cthulhu dealt the cards, and the game began.

Luke quickly realized that Cthulhu was an excellent poker player. His tentacles moved deftly across the table, and he seemed to know what cards his opponents were holding before they even looked at them. Luke struggled to keep up, but he managed to hold his own.

As the game went on, Luke and Cthulhu began to talk more. They discussed the nature of the Force, the mysteries of the galaxy, and the intricacies of the game they were playing. Luke found himself opening up to Cthulhu in ways that he never had before.

Eventually, the game ended, and Luke found himself the winner. He couldn't believe it - he had managed to outplay an elder god at poker. He grinned as he collected his winnings, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

As he and Cthulhu left the bar, Luke realized that he had gained something far more valuable than the credits he had won. He had gained a friend, and a mentor. He knew that he would continue to learn from Cthulhu, and that their paths would cross again someday. For Luke Skywalker, the journey had taken another unexpected turn, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead.

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As Luke and Cthulhu stepped out of the bar, a group of bounty hunters appeared from the shadows. They had been hired by a rival poker player who had lost to Luke and Cthulhu earlier in the evening.

Luke's first instinct was to draw his lightsaber, but he hesitated when he saw that Cthulhu was not reacting to the situation. Instead, the elder god simply stood there, waiting to see what would happen.

Luke felt a sudden urge to take advantage of Cthulhu's inaction. He had never felt this way before, but he couldn't resist the temptation. He drew his blaster and aimed it at Cthulhu.

"I'm sorry, old friend," Luke said. "But I have to do this."

Cthulhu's eyes widened in surprise, and Luke could feel the shock and disappointment emanating from the creature. But he didn't care - he had made his choice.

As Luke fired the blaster, he suddenly felt a searing pain in his mind. He realized too late that Cthulhu had retaliated with a psychic attack. He felt his thoughts and memories being crushed and destroyed, as if a thousand weights had been dropped on his brain.

In his final moments of consciousness, Luke realized the full extent of his mistake. He had betrayed a being far more powerful than he could ever comprehend, and now he was paying the ultimate price.

As his mind crumbled into dust, Luke realized that he had been a fool. He had been so focused on winning at poker and learning from Cthulhu that he had lost sight of what was truly important - the bond of friendship and respect between two very different beings.

As he slipped into oblivion, Luke knew that he had failed. He had failed Cthulhu, and he had failed himself. His journey had ended in tragedy, a cautionary tale for any who dared to betray the trust of an elder god.

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Cthulhu watched in sadness as Luke's body fell to the ground, lifeless. He had never wanted things to end this way, but he had no choice but to defend himself. Despite the betrayal, Cthulhu remembered the good times he had shared with Luke, and his heart ached at the loss of a potential friend.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Cthulhu realized that he was tired of the loneliness that came with being an elder god. For millennia he had roamed the universe, seeking knowledge and understanding, but always alone. He longed for the companionship that he had briefly experienced with Luke.

But who could he find to fill that void? Who could possibly understand his cosmic perspective, his ancient wisdom, and his vast knowledge? As he pondered these questions, Cthulhu began to dream of finding a new friend in the future. Someone who would not betray him, someone who would share in his journey and respect him for who he was.

He knew that this search would not be easy, but he was willing to take the risk. Cthulhu would continue his journey through the universe, seeking out new experiences and new knowledge, but with a new goal in mind. He would find a new friend, and this time he would not let them slip away.

As he turned away from Luke's lifeless body, Cthulhu's mind filled with hope for the future. He knew that the journey ahead would not be easy, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead. For Cthulhu, the journey had taken an unexpected turn, but he was determined to make the best of it.

-= THE END =-


Electric Wizard wrote:

When it touches your lips, it's so good.

Yay, but it is not green.


I shapeshift into the clay ashtray at the bottom of one of the plastic totes. The ashtray is shaped like a boot and lying inside of it is the dried husk of a many years dead cockroach.


Based on new observations, I'm changing my vote to 500-1000 years.

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Let's re-run the simulations next...


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Grand Magus wrote:
doctor

If anyone creates Cat Toys and sells them on Amazon.com, will you please make some Cthulhu themed cat toys I can buy?

My cat, who is the host of a demon, is asking for one.

Thank you, have a good day.


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Player 1: "Hey DM, how much longer will we go today?"
DM: "A few more hours."
Player 1: "Do you want me to order a pizza?"
DM: "Yes."

--- Notes: The above is meant to be interpreted as an example of good metagaming. If you do not think it is a good example, then I'll be over here eating pizza, interested in reading your replies. Thank you, have a good day.


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Guided missiles fall into two general types or categories. They are strategic missiles and tactical missiles. Depending on the role missiles can be further subdivided within each category.

Strategic missiles are large missiles, often with new-Q-ler warheads and very long ranges. They are meant to destroy the enemy's ability to produce conflict management systems.

Tactical missiles, on the other foot, are meant for battlefield use for the limited purpose of winning the encounter at hand. There are a variety of tactical missiles dependent on the role.


But isn't it that because of inflation a $million dollars is no longer worth a $million dollars?


Dude the US military tried to control the weather during the Vietnam War --> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Popeye.


Why didn't the dendrochronologist ever get married?

He only dated trees.


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too slow. waaaay too slow.


If I had a computer brain, I could become super intelligent and take over the universe. But the universe if finite... so then what?


Last post: Yesterday, 05:12 pm by Mr. Grinch (616 new) ×

I win!


Ready & Steady.


So, the next Mars Rover built at JPL lands on Mars this Thursday afternoon (18th).
It will hit the top of the Martian atmosphere going v=48,144mph and has a time to impact,
I mean time to landing, of 7 minutes. So, what kind of average acceleration will it under go?


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So, the next Mars Rover built at JPL lands on Mars this Thursday afternoon (18th).
It will hit the top of the Martian atmosphere going v=48,144mph and has a time to impact,
I mean time to landing, of 7 minutes. So, what kind of average acceleration will it under go?


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I'm looking for my big monkey.


When you use your card and go into debt,
it is like when Frodo puts the ring on and turns invisible.

Then, when you pay off your credit card (if ever), it's like when he takes the ring off and becames visible again.

When he had the ring on, and when you are in debt,
the central bankers (those guys in black robes) can "see you". Just don't put the ring on.


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A jeweler led the geologist William Buckland (1784-1856) to an important scientific discovery of an enormous deposit of coprolites. Buckland first noticed them being worn by fashionable London ladies in rings and brooches. (Corprolites, for those who don't know, are fossilized feces.)


I'm reading "Neuromancer" by William Gibson.

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