Humor Terminological exaptitude 19 May 201119 May 2011 Lately, advocates of experimental philosophy have been calling it X-Phi. What with connotations of Mulder and Scully, that’s rather cool. Then, I saw a site on mathematical philosophy call itself M-Phi. So it follows that what I do, the philosophy of science, has to be called Sci-Phi… What do we… Read More
Humor Funny philosophers 18 Jan 2008 It is widely understood that philosophers aren’t as a rule, intentionally funny. Partly this is because we are often old fogies whose sense of humour was formed in the early Jurassic. Mostly it’s because when you deal with the absurd professionally, you tend not to find the funny side of… Read More
Humor NASA broadcasts Beatles 3 Feb 2008 NASA is broadcasting “Across the Universe” from Let It Be to the North Star, Polaris. All well and good until the aliens arrive and we find out they’re Stones fans… Read More
Ahhh You have exposed me to Haiku AND there is a 100% chnace my cat is trying to kill me. Recent scars on my arms, following me to the shopping centre to locate the source of ‘fish in a baggie’, and occasionally waking up because he has laid down on my face aside I would never have suspected… hang on…
You have to sign up to get the results. Fuck that. You don’t force me to do something I don’t want to do. Those pricks can go dine on goose shit.
Your signup problems solved here: http://www.bugmenot.com/ I was able to finish the poll using a signup I found there. Username: joeschmo23 Password: bugmenot This site comes in handy frequently. There is an 87% chance my cat is planning to kill me, but I cheated and answered using a composite of 3 cats.
Yeeouch! Your cat’s a piker compared to Sammi at 93%. And one doesn’t have to sign up with that matchmaking service. There’s a nearly invisible “skip this signup and see your results” link in the lower-right quadrant.
It’s not the cat that will kill me, if precedent is anything to go by – it’s kidney stones. Although in my place it may be my son, either deliberately or inadvertently.
It’s not the cat that will kill me, if precedent is anything to go by – it’s kidney stones. Although in my place it may be my son, either deliberately or inadvertently.
I’m feeling rather smug. I seem to be doing something right. The probability that my cat is plotting to kill me is smaller than the probability that your cat is plotting to kill you.