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Lack of spez

Mirrors can totally reverse top-to-bottom, you just have to bend over to see it. The left-right bias is based on the way we look behind us, not any property of the mirror.

This takes a little explaining.

A rotation is a reversal through two dimensions at once.

If you turn around to look behind you, you’re swapping front-and-back, AND left-and-right.

If you stand on your head, you’re swapping front-and-back AND top-and-bottom.

Stand facing the way the mirror does, then turn to look into it. You have to do some kind of rotation - a two-dimension reversal - to get there. If you’re a normal human, you’ll twist around, swapping left-and-right as you swap back-and-front. Your left and right ear swap places, your nose and the back of your head swap places too.

But your reflection doesn’t do that.

A mirror only reverses ONE dimension: front-and-back. It’s the equivalent of punching your face out the back of your head: its ears are still on their original sides. You have swapped left and right in order to face in the opposite direction, but your reflection hasn’t - so it’s ears are on opposite sides to yours.

But you can do it the other way.

Stand with your back to the mirror, and bend over and look under your arm (or between your legs) to see your reflection, instead of twisting around.

Hold something with writing on it, and you’ll see: the letters in the reflection are upside-down, but they face in the right direction.

The only reason you don’t see this very often is that it’s a fucking weird thing to do and nobody ever does it.

Cut bits of a girl baby’s genitals: jail.

Cut bits off a boy baby’s genitals: An occasion for a fucking party.

Keys, wallet, phone, shopping bag. That’s it.

Pretty sure I’ve been the only thebananaking since like 2009…

Trilogy started out meaning three works, but in common usage it generally doesn’t any more.

like I say, they definitely weren’t their best songs. But the way they slowly lead up to Soldier Side was fucking genius.

SOAD albums Mezmerize and Hypnotize.

Not all their best songs on those two albums, and some of them kind of sucked tbh.

However. How the fuck ever.

Listen to the entire pair, all the way through, in order, longhand. I don’t care, just do it.

When you get to the last track, Soldier side, it pulls together all the themes that have been foreshadowed and hinted at across two entire albums, and oh holy fucking shit. When it breaks, your jaw will drop.

Breathing. Eventually you fail entirely.

your mum

Cursor-right.

It’s least likely to mess up your command line, won’t trigger an action, and easy to find blind.

Eat what you enjoy eating.

Ferinstance, I add green onions, thai green chiles and lemon juice to my pesto. It’s greener and zingier and steers away from that fusty-old-deli direction that it can otherwise go in. It’s not even remotely trying to be authtentic or traditional, but it sure is tasty.

Everyone you don’t like is a tankie.

Confabulation.

Look at split-brain patients: divide the corpus callosum down the middle, and you effectively have two separate brains that don’t communicate. Tell the half without the speech centre to perform some random task, then ask the other one why they did that - and they will flat-out make up some plausible sounding reason.

And the thing is, they haven’t the slightest idea that it isn’t true. To them, it feels exactly like freely choosing to do it, for those made up reasons.

Bits of our brains make us do stuff for their own reasons, and we just make shit up to explain it after the fact. We invent the memory of choosing, about a quarter of a second after we’ve primed our muscles to carry out the choice.

I think a chunk of this comes down to our need to model the thoughts of others (incredibly useful for social animals) - we make everyone out to be these monolithic executive units so that we can predict their actions, and we make ourselves out to be the same so we can slot ourselves into that same reasoning.

Also it would be a bit fucking terrifying to just constantly get surprised by your own actions, blown around like a leaf on the wind without a clue what’s going on, so I think another chunk of it is just larping this “I” person who has a coherent narrative behind it all, to protect your own sanity.

The artist is just playing with foreground vs background; his body carries on from the open space under the chair, and the 3d nose becomes a curled wire when removed from its normal context.

There’s no ‘joke’ to get, except for your brain getting confused.

Baker FTW. He understood the assignment: Gandalf-Bugs-Mr-Bean, saving the universe with absolute pacifism and a crumpled bag of jelly babies.

The remake in the new format completely destroyed the character archetype, and turned him into a forced-whimsy action hero with a side of self-pity.

Sure, but y’know it’d be so much easier to cope with the random shit life threw at you if you knew it wasn’t a gigantic fuck-you, eg. you’re going to die horribly to teach your loved ones an important lesson about faith lol.

Make my god a well-meaning fuckup.

You got cancer? Shit! Aw, fuck man, that keeps happening, I’m sorry. I keep trying to tune this thing better, but I’ll level with you, I never actually set out to be a god, things just got kinda out of hand, and… oh fuck! The stratosphere! Nonononono don’t be on fire, look, I gotta take this, we’ll talk later, ok?

It’s not practical.

However, have a shower in the pitch dark sometime. It’s the most ridiculously soothing thing imaginable.

Put your shower gel and stuff where you can find it by feel, obvs.