tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682764513486131392023-11-15T06:50:39.452-08:00The Slumgullionwhispers, snippets, an imaginary lexicon, narrative, a deliberate lack of narrative, ghastly little tales, word games, pataphysics & pataphors, logical fallaciesJackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-90952080473613011352010-04-26T12:51:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:51:00.215-07:00Black Coats<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f2f2f2;"></span><br />
<div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“There are no doctors in black lab coats,” the doctor said. The patient looked behind the doctor at the man in the black lab coat causing the fat patient to moan and scream. “You were bit… by something. We gave you morphine. You’re hallucinating. That’s all.” A thin man in a black lab coat approached the patient’s bed</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Please, doctor,” the patient said. “Please stop him.” The doctor looked tired. He shook his head and left the room. The thin man in the black lab coat smiled.</span></span></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-69559058714904241642010-04-17T12:49:00.000-07:002010-04-17T12:49:00.313-07:00Patience<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The man in the dark red pickup waited until the child was in the middle of the street. He hit him then. “He is not human,” the man said. In his rear view mirror he saw a small gray mass claw its way from the street. He heard a woman on the sidewalk scream. The man put his dark red pickup in reverse.</span></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-16853695560367472662010-04-13T12:00:00.000-07:002010-04-13T12:00:00.312-07:00Doublet Game Solution: End into WarHere's how to put an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">end</span> to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">war</span>:<div><br /></div><div><div>end</div><div>and</div><div>Ann</div><div>inn </div><div>ink</div><div>irk </div><div>ire </div><div>are </div><div>arc </div><div>arr (what pirates say)</div><div>air </div><div>fir</div><div>far</div><div>war </div></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-57470632452435917182010-04-12T12:00:00.000-07:002010-04-12T12:00:03.865-07:00Doublet Game: End into WarCan you put an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">end</span> to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">war</span>?<div><br /></div><div>I cheated and used something that pirates say. You can too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Answer tomorrow. </div><div><br /></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-25960325376257089762010-04-10T12:48:00.000-07:002010-04-10T12:48:00.786-07:00Out of Service<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f2f2f2;"></span><br />
<div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Sir, there is no elevator,” the bellhop said.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Impossible,” the man said. “I saw my wife and boy step in.” The bellhop pulled the man away from the lobby into a dark corner.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Gone, sir, gone. My condolences.” The man grabbed the bellhop by his collar and threw him into the wall. “There was an elevator, sir. Unholy thing. They’d go in, and it would not appear again until they’d starved to death or dehydrated. Their fingers turned to stumps of dried blood from clawing at the door. We destroyed the elevator and dry walled over the doors.”</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“I saw them step in.”</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 90%/175% Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: -0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“I know, sir, I know.” The bellhop said. “My condolences.”</span></span></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-20365609500559826902010-04-07T08:45:00.000-07:002010-04-07T08:45:00.954-07:00Doublet Game Solution: Black into White<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; ">Black</span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Slack </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Slick </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Slice </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Spice</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Spite </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shite </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">White</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;">This one took me awhile to come up with. I also couldn't decide if I should use "shite" or not. Luckily there's not an international rules society for doublets. </span></p>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-34044921377029069262010-04-06T08:44:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:44:00.207-07:00Doublet Game: Black into WhiteCan you turn <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">black</span> into <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">white</span>? <div><br /></div><div>HINT: I could only do this if I used a certain British slang spelling of a dirty word. Can you do it differently? </div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-68921645907079476852010-04-05T12:00:00.000-07:002010-04-05T12:00:04.452-07:00Argument that Refrigerators Don't ExistPremise 1: If refrigerators existed, enough people would carelessly leave them open, and cause the world to descend into a new ice age. <div><br /></div><div>Premise 2: The world is getting warmer, not colder. </div><div><br /></div><div>Conclusion: There are no refrigerators. </div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-85630665436227674612010-04-03T12:46:00.000-07:002010-04-03T12:46:00.360-07:00The Executioner<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His television came on at night and spoke in static. It flashed and whispered the addresses of rapists, of the drunk driver who killed that girl whom justice never found, of fathers who beat their children. He could not sleep. The same names kept coming. So he killed. All of them in search of his lost sleep. But new names came. The wicked did not sleep and neither did their executioner.</span></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-2860429088402652192010-03-29T08:09:00.000-07:002010-03-29T08:09:00.460-07:00Doublet Game Solution: Wit into DimMy own answer is: <br /><br />Wit <br />Fit <br />Fir <br />Sir<br />Sim<br />Dim <br /><br />However, Zach L. suggested an even shorter solution: <br />Wit<br />Win <br />Din <br />Dim <br /><br />Hope you enjoyed the doublet.Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-53464170111518759762010-03-28T07:57:00.000-07:002010-03-28T07:57:00.170-07:00Doublet Game: Dim into WitDo you ever suffer fools who are dimwitted? <br /><br />Can you turn <span style="font-style:italic;">dim</span> into <span style="font-style:italic;">wit</span>? Answer provided tomorrow. See if you can solve it before then.Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-86424584142282422072010-03-26T12:43:00.000-07:002010-03-26T12:43:00.302-07:00For Thine Is The Kingdom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The churchyard was quiet but for the grunts and uneven steps of the undead. Father Paul barricaded the church doors and hoped his small cloister held enough wafers and holy water to last him through Armageddon. That’s when he heard the moans of the resurrected Silent Sisters stalking down the pews towards him. He made the sign of the cross and gave into what, he believed, was God’s will.</span></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-64336627717322395732010-03-25T12:00:00.000-07:002010-03-25T12:00:00.877-07:00definition: Dret<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Dret</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-verb</span></p> <ol> <li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">To worry excessively about something that is not logically possible. Example: </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Thomas is absolutely terrified that square circles are conspiring against us. He's gone so far as to write a letter to the board of education requesting geometry no longer be taught in the schools. </span></i></li> </ol>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-53596096480899714492010-03-22T12:00:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:00:01.688-07:00Doublet Game Solution: Life into Rest<div>Life</div><div>Rife </div><div>Rise </div><div>Ruse</div><div>Rust </div><div>Rest </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-11041365658633513042010-03-21T12:00:00.000-07:002010-03-21T12:00:01.392-07:00Doublet Game: Life into RestWhen <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">life</span> ends, we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">rest</span> in peace. <div><br /></div><div>Can you turn<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> life</span> into <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">rest</span>?</div><div><br /></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-79727188072180012172010-03-19T12:42:00.000-07:002010-03-19T12:42:00.284-07:00Page Not Found<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Wikipedia article was titled </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Day The World Ends.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> James only read it once. His first reaction was to laugh at it. He linked it to several others, but they all said the page could not be found. Goosebumps formed all over him. His breathing, agitated.</span></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-35675319852294469012010-03-18T07:38:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:38:00.156-07:00definition: HeroinephiliaHeroinephilia<br /> -noun<br /> 1. A mental disorder where one is in love with, or primarily attracted to, fictional female persons. The most famous case of the disorder was Walter K. Philmore. He self-diagnoised himself with the disorder and purchased a large library of works that featured wonderful female characters. He thought he was condemned to a lonely life of reading, until he began receiving teasing (and later erotic) short fiction in the mail that featured himself involved with a woman named Elizabeth Talbet. Eventually they would marry (first in a short story, and later in actuality). Their relationship was primarily through fiction (this survives today as the collected works of Elizabeth Talbet). It is unclear how much physical interaction the couple had, but the literature - at least - suggests they were close and deeply in love.Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-10136033493340988712010-03-16T13:10:00.000-07:002010-03-16T13:10:00.106-07:00Doublet Game Solution: Jack into King<div>Jack</div><div>Pack</div><div>Pact </div><div>Pict </div><div>Pick </div><div>Kick</div><div>Kink </div><div>King </div><div><br /></div><div>You can't make me a king without some kink or kicking, apparently. </div><div><div><br /></div></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-72998738895676393212010-03-15T13:03:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:03:00.362-07:00Doublet Game: Jack into King<div>It's time for another doublet challenge. I have a big head. Can you help turn me, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span>, into a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">king</span>?</div><div><br /></div><div>Answer tomorrow. </div><div><br /></div>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-23908328177176946172010-03-15T08:37:00.000-07:002010-03-15T08:37:00.217-07:00the belt<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">The belt is a snug fit around Adam’s chubby waist. Like many of his fourth grade peers, he is overweight. They are too young to have fat eating nanos implanted. The belt, his parents hope, will help him become more active. It won’t do much for his body, but maybe it will change him. The belt is an entwinement of black metal, a bright gold buckle, and organic components that get used in the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">searching</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">. Adam is a cautious boy and makes sure to feed them as soon as he takes it out of the box. Just like the commercial said too. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Skeptics still claim the belt proves nothing. “A toy you buy at an electronics store is hardly a justification to believe in the soul,” Rex Edwards, Professor of Cognitive Science at M.I.T. said in answer to the belt. His opinion on this year’s hottest Christmas item was of particular relevance because two years previous he had listed the criteria that would have to be met for him to believe in the human soul. Without reprinting the article here, the belt met six out of eight of his qualifications. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">The organic components (the box calls them Valiads) [Edwards calls them Strange New Sea Monkeys] begin to glow an hour and thirteen minutes after Adam has fed them. He waited patiently that entire time with the belt around his waist as he ate Christmas breakfast with his family. As the belt began to glow he excused himself from the table. “What will you become first, Adam?” His father says. Adam has thought about this since the day two weeks ago that he crept into his parents room and snuck a look at his presents. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">“The angel statue in the backyard.” Adam says. His mother says she’ll be out there in a few minutes to take some pictures. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Adam runs outside into the snow with only his winter boots, pajamas, and the belt. The angel statue stands three feet taller than him, and it poses with its arms outstretched as though it were embracing the world. Adam brushes the snow off of it as best he can, but more keeps falling. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">The belt hums after Adam turns it on. He points the large glowing buckle at the center of the statue, and light shoots from the belt. Archones, the company that produces the belt, makes no claims that this light is the soul, but so many claim otherwise. Why else would it allow a person to transfer their consciousness into another object? Mary Ellen, the eventual author of the future best selling </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">A Glimpse Of God</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">, will later claim that during this brief moment as the light shoots out of the body those looking into it can see into eternity and look God in the eyes. Others will say they see all of Creation through the light. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Adam imagines what it will be like to walk around in the body of the angelic statue. Will it be heavy? He imagines so, and wonders if he’ll even be able to flap the stone wings. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Those who have experienced the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">searching</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> claim there is no current emotion that we could attach to the experience of being light. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">The </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">searching</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> takes less than three seconds. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">And then he is in his new body.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">He is falling. His new body tells him he has been falling since his birth. This is his purpose. The body is cold but unique. Four days from now a recall order will be sent out across the country. It will claim that anything bigger than a spec of dust is capable of accepting consciousness from the belt. An apology from the President of Archones will state that all previous tests had been done in sterile laboratories, so this had never been an issue before. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">As Adam lands on the ground next to all of his icy brothers and sisters he wonders “How many more children will turn into snowflakes this day?” He does not ponder the question long. His mother comes out in a hurry. She steps on Adam as she begins to take pictures of his former body and the statue that embraces the world.</span></p>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-20938100682128035302010-03-13T12:00:00.000-08:002010-03-13T12:00:01.215-08:00Argument Against God: Argument from uncaused time-irrelevent prayers and their unanswerability.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">Prayer is a plea for God's direct intervention in the world.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God exists outside of time. <br /><br />If God answers prayers and exists outside of time, then one ought to be able to state a prayer in the future and have it change the past because, to God, our human perception of time is unnecessary or illusional.<br /><br />However, this would cause something akin to the predestination paradox: The causal events that lead one to ask for the prayer would no longer occur, therefore one would no longer ask for the prayer, therefore God would no longer answer the prayer.<br /><br />However, this limits God's ability to intervene in the world in a meaningful way.<br /><br />If God cannot effect the world in a meaningful way, then he is not God.<br /><br />God cannot effect the world in a meaningful way.<br /><br />Conclusion: There is no God.</span></span></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-67410079051988366042010-03-12T12:40:00.000-08:002010-03-12T12:40:00.756-08:00The Magician's Fear<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The audience laughed when the magician did not bring the child back from the Magic Box. “He’s lost,” the magician said. “Into the abyss.” Laughter. The magician, his face drained of blood, stepped into the box. His last words: “I’ll try and bring him back.” The audience sat in silence for two hours. They left when the police came. The child’s mother cried as the theatre manager told her it was time to leave.</span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-71470610293147052482010-03-11T06:59:00.000-08:002010-03-11T06:59:00.849-08:00definition: FooliardsFooliards<br /> -noun <br /> 1. A special version of billiards that is universally played by the mentally ill. It is first mentioned (by this name - it's suggested it has gone by many others) in a letter by an English bartender in 1834. He complains of two mentally ill men who came into his tavern and played two full games of billiards without once utilizing the balls or cues (he thus dubbed their game 'fooliards' and this label has stuck). They seemingly pantomimed the games, only using the "real" table. When other patrons wished to play an actual game of billiards they became hostile. This phenomenon has occurred across the world on many occasions when the mentally ill have wandered into taverns. Carl Jung has a short book on the subject entitled Archetypical Games, Rules, and Delusions (1913, Pub: Random House). <br /> 2. When one is "winding-up" his mates, he is said to be playing a game of fooliards with them. Example: "You're a liar, Harry. I know James ain't gone to India. That's nuts. You're playing a game of folliards with me, are ya?"Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-71466084020976537422010-03-09T13:02:00.000-08:002010-03-09T13:02:00.689-08:00Doublet Game Soution: Lies into Fact<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">lies</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">ties</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">tics</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">tacs</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">tact</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">fact</p><div><br /></div></span>Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268276451348613139.post-87426447794996079272010-03-08T12:53:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:53:00.510-08:00Doublet Game: Lies into FactNow that I've explained what a doublet is, and demonstrated a few myself, I'll now ask you to answer them. I'll give a post like this where I'll give two words and then the next day I'll post an answer.<br /><br /><br />Can you turn <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">lies</span> into <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">fact</span>?Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03757465237777363772noreply@blogger.com0