Malgas

My mom didn’t hyphenate, but she does include her maiden name when writing her full name, after her middle name. It never even occurred to me that that’s uncommon.

Or, in either field (formal language theory bridges both) it can mean any string of symbols, letters, or tokens.

The point is there’s no statistical difference between rolling one die an infinite number of times, rolling an infinite number of dice once, and rolling an infinite number of dice an infinite number of times.

Correlation doesn’t imply causation, but it does waggle its eyebrows suggestively and gesture furtively while mouthing ‘look over there’.

—Randall Munroe

When Pump Up the Jam was first broadcast, audiences feared it was real, and that jam would be pumped into their homes.

The lyrics give clues to the location of a buried golden hare that has never been found.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s ass.

Hence error 418.

but it seems too good quality to be custom work and is definitely an official controller.

Custom official controllers are a thing.

This conversation is gastro-etymology, BTW.

Well obviously this flower is pollinated by ducks.

When public officials tamper with elections, it’s election fraud.

My favorite version was when Michael used it: “It’s a human insult. It’s devastating. You’re devastated right now.”

“3.6 violinists. Not great, not terrible.”

What’s wrong with that cat?

Right, like the guy with the negatronic brain isn’t going to be evil. Come on!

Then you get things like GTA or Saints Row, where whether I want to be using kb+m or controller changes based on whether I’m driving or on foot.

I’ve long thought that the ideal control scheme would somehow incorporate both a mouse for camera control, the sheer number of buttons you get from having your off-hand on a keyboard, and also analog inputs for things like movement/steering and vehicle throttle.

There’s a running gag in archaeology that variations on “ritual purposes” actually means “I have no idea what this was for”.

That said, there has historically been a connection between certain divination practices and games of chance, so this could easily be both.

That’s not the half of it:

Shit in, shit out. That’s AI.

“On two occasions I have been asked, – “Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?” … I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question.”

—Charles Babbage, on his analytical engine, 1864

Finally, a worthy sequel to 5nowdog5.