Erin The RedThe Name's Erin! Woman, Podcaster, Dungeon Master, IT nerd, Parent, Trans. AMABaton Rouge, LARegistered Userregular
Doing probability is the work of the thinking man. Like a brain surgeon. Did you know:
The plural of surgeon general is surgeons general. The past tense of surgeons general is surgeonsed general
And, for those of you interested in such things, I punted this evening... the daughter is out with her boyfriend, and my oldest is visiting grandma. Soo...
gourmet pizza at a local place with the youngest, then milkshakes from Amy's Ice Cream. Not the 6th St one, though it's always a kick to head down there and ask them to throw your scoop into your bowl, from across the street...
“There are known knowns; there are things we know that we know.
There are known unknowns; that is to say there are things that, we now know we don't know.
But there are also unknown unknowns – there are things we do not know we don't know.”
-Lando Calrissian
The True Scotsman gathered his compatriots together, clad his trademark Connery mask. “Friends,” he said, and objections were shouted from the crowd. “Allies,” he shouted, and accusations of bias were roared back at him. “Fellow arguments!” he yelled, raising his arms to the sky as the assembled beings demanded as one to see his proof, raising their fists in defiance. “The time is almost upon us! Only one thing stands in our way.”
The crowd fell into a dull murmur, leaning forward.... they were surprised. They believed he had called them together to announce the attack, but what was this almost...? The Scotsman’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Fellow arguments, there are... philosophers among us.”
Silence. Arguments looked at each other, and shrugged.
“No, I mean REAL philosophers! Logical thinkers! Servants of Logos. No true attack begins before the ranks are purged, and purge we must! We cannot hope to succeed without the death of those whom we oppose!” A wave of noise washed through the group. Philosophers? Rational thinkers? Possibly even mathematicians?! The noise built, the crowd turning ugly... argument staring at argument, wondering, considering, speculating.
The Scotsman levelled his decisive finger at them. “No true argument would tolerate these interlopers. Now, you can, you must, you will find these imposters and destroy them!!”
The arguments turned to face each other, glowering, and all at once a torrent of accusation poured forth from every voice. Chaos reigned as fingers pointed every which way. Over it all the Scotsman watched, wondering which of them were the betrayers...
It was bedlam in the village square.
Oh no, Bedlam! Someone’s got to save him! thought the Appeal to the Majority. Everyone knows he’ll die this night!
But no attack appeared.
How can people want him dead, just because he went murderously crazy a few days ago? If they only knew the real Bedlam, they’d know he had his reasons! thought the Appeal to Pity.
But still, no attack came. At least, not yet, and not aimed at him.
Accusations flew. Suggestions were quietly whispered in the ears of unsuspecting arguments. Shouting matches broke out. People’s mothers were mentioned far more than anatomically possible, and while no one was looking, a cold hand fell on the shoulder of the Appeal to Pity. Turning, he peered into a set of calm, collected eyes. “You do understand,” the being said, “that someone can be completely earnest, completely forthright, and also completely wrong?”
“I... I... who are you? I was... wait, don’t, please, I was only just getting staaaarted...” Deductive Reasoning watched dispassionately as Pity faded slowly away. Meeting the eyes of a few others, he disappeared back into the din. They had agreed, he had acted, and while they were working their own careful calculations, he had other business to resolve.
Meanwhile, the crowd was in utter disagreement. In the center of the din, The Strawman towered above them, his itchy arms waving. Finally, he settled on his target. “You!” he rasped, snatching the Appeal to the Majority into the air. “People who know what others think are clearly, clearly too well versed in linear thought. And do you know who else thinks linearly?!?”
The Appeal to the Majority never got a chance to answer... mounds of straw in his mouth, he was battered into oblivion before he could object.
The rest of the arguments looked at each other. Julius had, unfortunately for him, ended up in the center of the circle. “That’s good enough for us”, a few arguments shouted. From the back someone yelled “are we even sure the tally makes sense?” but at this point no one much cared. The arguments fell on Julius in a rage, and above them, the True Scotsman smiled behind his mask.
warban - Appeal to Pity: got no sympathy from the Good Arguments Cythraul - Appeal to the Majority: beaten by The Strawman Julius: - argued to death by the vote
Top Five Vote Earners
Julius - 4
Phyphor - 3
Premium - 3
jdarksun - 2
Matev - 2
Mill - 2
Cythraul - 2
Stever777 - 2
warban - 2
TheRoadVirus - 2
PMs on the way. Day 2 begins now!
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AssuranIs swinging on the SpiralRegistered Userregular
So why did we get the top vote earner info? Was that a mechanic in the first post I just glanced over or something more sinister happening in PMs?
"The psychedelic mind is a higher dimensional mind, it is not fit for three dimensional space time."
- Terence McKenna
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Erin The RedThe Name's Erin! Woman, Podcaster, Dungeon Master, IT nerd, Parent, Trans. AMABaton Rouge, LARegistered Userregular
The people on the top are mafia! Or that's what they want us to think. Vote for the people with no votes and then vote for the top earners again to see what happens!
Did you know CEOs earn about as much as like a few hundred of their employees?
My dear old grand pappy used to tell me that everyone was special (except for all the people he hated, like Julius). I'm just trying to spread his wisdom.
Now, let's talk about another nonspecial person: Anialos.
Everyone knows that a redneck is only good for two things and I don't see you with your sister/wife so I guess it's the other one. Which I forget right now.
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AnialosCollies are love, Collies are life!Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered Userregular
Moonshine, but I guess I wunna spected yoo ta know that. Yer right tha' I ain't nuthin' special though. Don't quite see how that mean I gots to go. It does speak well of your Deductive Reasoning though Assuran.
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AssuranIs swinging on the SpiralRegistered Userregular
You strive for an A in school, and only good arguments get A's.
I know I'm not a good argument, so Q.E.D., it's obviously Anialos.
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Or, possibly, AManFromEarth..
You're a good argument, aren't you? What with all your book learning.
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AnialosCollies are love, Collies are life!Shadowbrook ColliesRegistered Userregular
If yah want ta go that route @AManFromEarth is uh-head o' me alphamabeticly.
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AManFromEarthLet's get to twerk!The King in the SwampRegistered Userregular
Well I certainly would be BManFromEarth, what am I a farmer? And the answer to that question is not anymore.
But before you hold my education against me, remember that most of it was in Florida and the rest was in a Foreign Country.
Now I may have forgotten my point, but if I keep talking I'm sure I'll get back to one.
I'm more concerned with why @Assuran and @Anialos are trying to force everyone to take such a convenient and moderately logical way out. What's next? Getting Gabe and Tycho to change the official healthy snack of PA from fucked fruit to fucked broccoli?
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The plural of surgeon general is surgeons general. The past tense of surgeons general is surgeonsed general
- Terence McKenna
Explanation?
Confusion will be my epitaph
Cayrus literally voted for someone not in the phalla. A most illogical approach. I approve.
gourmet pizza at a local place with the youngest, then milkshakes from Amy's Ice Cream. Not the 6th St one, though it's always a kick to head down there and ask them to throw your scoop into your bowl, from across the street...
Indeed. Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Game what do you have to say for yourself?
Phyphor for bein' a wizard and usin magics
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
Hello TheRoadVirus, a person who totally is playing
Some good bad logical arguments though.
Julius
Voting for self preservation seems logical, maybe you should be voted out.
- Terence McKenna
After re-reading that, maybe I should be too. >_>
So on second thought, carry on.
- Terence McKenna
Im sorry man
The True Scotsman gathered his compatriots together, clad his trademark Connery mask. “Friends,” he said, and objections were shouted from the crowd. “Allies,” he shouted, and accusations of bias were roared back at him. “Fellow arguments!” he yelled, raising his arms to the sky as the assembled beings demanded as one to see his proof, raising their fists in defiance. “The time is almost upon us! Only one thing stands in our way.”
The crowd fell into a dull murmur, leaning forward.... they were surprised. They believed he had called them together to announce the attack, but what was this almost...? The Scotsman’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Fellow arguments, there are... philosophers among us.”
Silence. Arguments looked at each other, and shrugged.
“No, I mean REAL philosophers! Logical thinkers! Servants of Logos. No true attack begins before the ranks are purged, and purge we must! We cannot hope to succeed without the death of those whom we oppose!” A wave of noise washed through the group. Philosophers? Rational thinkers? Possibly even mathematicians?! The noise built, the crowd turning ugly... argument staring at argument, wondering, considering, speculating.
The Scotsman levelled his decisive finger at them. “No true argument would tolerate these interlopers. Now, you can, you must, you will find these imposters and destroy them!!”
The arguments turned to face each other, glowering, and all at once a torrent of accusation poured forth from every voice. Chaos reigned as fingers pointed every which way. Over it all the Scotsman watched, wondering which of them were the betrayers...
It was bedlam in the village square.
Oh no, Bedlam! Someone’s got to save him! thought the Appeal to the Majority. Everyone knows he’ll die this night!
But no attack appeared.
How can people want him dead, just because he went murderously crazy a few days ago? If they only knew the real Bedlam, they’d know he had his reasons! thought the Appeal to Pity.
But still, no attack came. At least, not yet, and not aimed at him.
Accusations flew. Suggestions were quietly whispered in the ears of unsuspecting arguments. Shouting matches broke out. People’s mothers were mentioned far more than anatomically possible, and while no one was looking, a cold hand fell on the shoulder of the Appeal to Pity. Turning, he peered into a set of calm, collected eyes. “You do understand,” the being said, “that someone can be completely earnest, completely forthright, and also completely wrong?”
“I... I... who are you? I was... wait, don’t, please, I was only just getting staaaarted...”
Deductive Reasoning watched dispassionately as Pity faded slowly away. Meeting the eyes of a few others, he disappeared back into the din. They had agreed, he had acted, and while they were working their own careful calculations, he had other business to resolve.
Meanwhile, the crowd was in utter disagreement. In the center of the din, The Strawman towered above them, his itchy arms waving. Finally, he settled on his target. “You!” he rasped, snatching the Appeal to the Majority into the air. “People who know what others think are clearly, clearly too well versed in linear thought. And do you know who else thinks linearly?!?”
The Appeal to the Majority never got a chance to answer... mounds of straw in his mouth, he was battered into oblivion before he could object.
The rest of the arguments looked at each other. Julius had, unfortunately for him, ended up in the center of the circle. “That’s good enough for us”, a few arguments shouted. From the back someone yelled “are we even sure the tally makes sense?” but at this point no one much cared. The arguments fell on Julius in a rage, and above them, the True Scotsman smiled behind his mask.
warban - Appeal to Pity: got no sympathy from the Good Arguments
Cythraul - Appeal to the Majority: beaten by The Strawman
Julius: - argued to death by the vote
Top Five Vote Earners
Julius - 4
Phyphor - 3
Premium - 3
jdarksun - 2
Matev - 2
Mill - 2
Cythraul - 2
Stever777 - 2
warban - 2
TheRoadVirus - 2
PMs on the way. Day 2 begins now!
Perhaps, not the best of starts.
Or maybe it is.
- Terence McKenna
Did you know CEOs earn about as much as like a few hundred of their employees?
Specials?
The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1
Speshul? SPESHUL? Who tha hell told ya sum of us were "speshul"? Why I'm downright offended.
The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1
My dear old grand pappy used to tell me that everyone was special (except for all the people he hated, like Julius). I'm just trying to spread his wisdom.
Now, let's talk about another nonspecial person: Anialos.
Everyone knows that a redneck is only good for two things and I don't see you with your sister/wife so I guess it's the other one. Which I forget right now.
I know I'm not a good argument, so Q.E.D., it's obviously Anialos.
You're a good argument, aren't you? What with all your book learning.
Obviously he's good.
Logic! You guys is using logic and it are hurting brian! Assuran
battletag: Millin#1360
Nice chart to figure out how honest a news source is.
But before you hold my education against me, remember that most of it was in Florida and the rest was in a Foreign Country.
Now I may have forgotten my point, but if I keep talking I'm sure I'll get back to one.
I'm more concerned with why @Assuran and @Anialos are trying to force everyone to take such a convenient and moderately logical way out. What's next? Getting Gabe and Tycho to change the official healthy snack of PA from fucked fruit to fucked broccoli?
You can't fuck a broccoli.
Trust me. I was a farmer.
And I've lived in Europe.
(also, seer test)
I like to look at an issue, barely hear either side, and then immediately decide which alternative I will angrily oppose.
But something's not sitting right with me about @Assuran.
I can assur-him that if I don't get the answers I demand and will not listen to my these [color] [/color] brackets are going to fill themselves.
Because seers are bad, the Anonymous is bad.
Because Anonymous is bad, all players with the letter A in their name are bad.
I think.