I had nothing to do today.  Even less than yesterday’s nothing.  Then Chris Fosmire told me that I’d have to scan in some 1000 large mechanical drawings and that I should hold tight until they figure out how to get Adobe Acrobat to load on the machine. Ha ha, score.
9:00 AM – Not loaded
10:00 AM – Not loaded
11:00 AM – Not loaded
12:00 PM – Lunch
1:00 PM – Bacon nap
2:00 PM – Not loaded
3:00 PM – Loaded, computer crashes
4:00 PM – (OS) Not loaded
GOAL!!!!

I doubt it’ll hold through Wednesday, but if it does, I might feel a little worse about skipping church

I’ve been familiar with the notion of countable and uncountable infinity for a long time and the odd tricks you can do prove trivial stuff like that the number of even numbers is equal to the number of counting numbers (1, 2, 3 …).  An article in Sciencenews.org‘s Math Trek column discusses an alternate proof of new sizes of infinity.  The article mentions Cantor‘s diagonal proof using decimals, I think it’s easier to think about with a binary system.

Chris:  Terry, you look a little woozy.
Me: I think the bacon’s getting to me.

–30 minutes later–

Chris:  You look a lot better, what’d you do?
Me: Bacon nap.

I ran out of work today.  Normally, when I run out of work I start poking around looking for things to clean before I’m given some Sisyphean task like scanning our back catalog and then deleting the files.  I asked around, no one had anything.  I waited, I asked around, no one had anything.  Someone had something, I did it in 5 minutes and that was after stretching it out.  It got to the point where Chris Fosmire was essentially having conversations through me requesting status updates.  I’d walk to someone’s lab, ask them how they were doing, they’d start explaining, stop and just call Chris creating a net increase in the amount of work.  At around 1 PM I had enough and walked into Chris’ office.
Me: Chris *obvious stalling cough* I need to leave and *his eyes perk up* visit the store for…
Chris: *Emphatic that I’d be leaving* Okay, that’s fine, have a nice day.
Me: But I didn’t even tell you where I’m going.
Chris: I’m sure I can figure it out.
Me: But…. okay.

I hope it keeps up tomorrow so I can go to the pants store.

Before I can launch into diatribes about overcoming fallacies and pwning abusers of heap arguments the rules of the game need be established.  Luckily, logic only has three.  Yep, three laws rule all of logic and rule with an iron fist.  Each has a cute name and a seemingly innocent definition, but it’s the ramifications of these statements that slay arguments and spawn doctoral theses.  Let’s meet ‘em in some detail:Continue reading

Before I can launch into diatribes about overcoming fallacies and pwning abusers of heap arguments the rules of the game need be established.  Luckily, logic only has three.  Yep, three laws rule all of logic and rule with an iron fist.  Each has a cute name and a seemingly innocent definition, but it’s the ramifications of these statements that slay arguments and spawn doctoral theses.  Let’s meet ‘em in some detail:Continue reading

Over the weekend I received an onslaught of spam postings and spam pingbacks so I’ve made a slight change to comments.  Anyone can still post anything given that they have a single approved post.  This should cut out crap posts but allow people that actually exist to post freely.  I hover over my inbox for most of the day, so hopefully no one will really notice a difference.

Over the summer Andy Clarke, OSR’s MI-5 liaison mentioned that the term ‘brainstorm ‘ wasn’t used in the UK as proper term was ‘thought shower’ as to not offend epileptics.  Anyway, in 2005 a survey of charities and mental health workers found that the vast majority (93%) found the term inoffensive, once again showing the legendary senses of humor of epileptics.  Thinking that the offensiveness of brainstorm had been manufactured I was delighted to find the following foot note in Oliver Sacks new book Musicophilia:

“Victorian physicians used the vivid term ‘brainstorms’ to apply not only to epilepsies but to migraines, hallucinations, tics, nightmares, manias, and excitements of all kinds.” (Sacks, 74)

I was cleaning my room when I found the following on a partial card in my room:  “You did not get Textiles because you didn’t go.  You can’t get textiles without going, and you didn’t go, so you’re not getting it.  If you did go, you can get it, but I don’t think you did” signed NC from DB or Nick Carson