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Absurd Heroes: Facets of Fantasy: Empire
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Fredag 26 december 2014. Facets of Fantasy: Empire. Salt water splashed her face, and the smell of the ocean lingered around her. She wrapped the brown cloak tighter about herself, frowning at the fabric – so rough, and so dark, not at all the garb she was used to. When they arrived, in that strange northern country, she'd wear what she wanted to. This she swore. 8220;Naimitsu.”. She was there. She was always there. 8220;How long will the trip be? 8220;Do what you must.”. 8220;Yes, Miss Tsuru.”. There wa...
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Absurd Heroes: Social Justice and Statistics
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Söndag 10 maj 2015. Social Justice and Statistics. The philosophy of social justice is a direct consequence of statistics, and hence solidly scientifically backed. I don't think people realize this, so I will try to explain my viewpoint here. Social justice is not the only. Possible interpretation of the numbers, but it is a. As soon as you have asked "why", you have done something very, very important. You have asserted that a statistical structure such as this has. Reason for this anomaly. It seems to ...
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Absurd Heroes: An Unmentionable Event, part 1
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Fredag 26 december 2014. An Unmentionable Event, part 1. Miss Winchester had found herself in quite a conundrum. It appeared that she didn't have anything to wear, which was perhaps an ordinary problem for a young lady in the finer circles of Eisenkrone Academy; but in this particular instance, the conundrum pertained less to the shifting fancies of fashion, and more to the fact that her wardrobe appeared to have disappeared into thin air while she slept. Why, she should die of embarrassment! Facets of F...
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Absurd Heroes: september 2012
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Måndag 10 september 2012. On Having A Cat. I have now been living with a cat for 36 hours. Here are some initial thoughts on what it's like to live with a cat. Second, cats smell. I don't like the smell, and it seems to stick to textiles, which unnerves me. I'm a bit freaked out to touch anything which smells like cat, even though I'm not that freaked out to touch the cat itself, which makes absolutely no sense. These are just the first few reflections I've made. Maybe I'll change my mind regarding s...
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Absurd Heroes: februari 2012
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Onsdag 22 februari 2012. Self-Analysis: The Objectified Woman and I. First, what spawned this train of thoughts:. The full train of thoughts is quite long, as these things tend to be, and there's no way for me to write down my full reasoning in a concise manner, but here's the gist of it:. Possible mode of human interaction, but I sorta disagree with that. Nonetheless.). And here's what I'm actually getting at, namely some self-psychoanalysis: This is probably the reason why I was so afraid of women for ...
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Absurd Heroes: april 2015
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Lördag 11 april 2015. To some, this is probably very old hat. To others, it might be new. I am articulating it so as to remember it myself, because I think it is a good way of grounding knowledge in the absence of more solid data. This is an observation - a learning without anything really solid underpinning it. But I think it is true, and therefore I will write it down. The observation is this:. 1 When individuals or large masses of people complain about or conversely like something, it is for a reason.
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Absurd Heroes: januari 2013
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Onsdag 16 januari 2013. 8220;Condemnation by category is the lowest form of hatred, for it is cold-hearted and abstract, lacking even the courage of a personal hatred” - Wendell Berry. Prenumerera på: Inlägg (Atom). The Search for Shiny Things: Part 24. A Noir Christmas - Dec 1. Daoist view of nihilism. Spoons are the ultimate eating tools. We are the IB. Visa hela min profil. Mallen Simple. Drivs av Blogger.
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Absurd Heroes: maj 2015
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Söndag 10 maj 2015. Social Justice and Statistics. The philosophy of social justice is a direct consequence of statistics, and hence solidly scientifically backed. I don't think people realize this, so I will try to explain my viewpoint here. Social justice is not the only. Possible interpretation of the numbers, but it is a. As soon as you have asked "why", you have done something very, very important. You have asserted that a statistical structure such as this has. Reason for this anomaly. It seems to ...
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Absurd Heroes: februari 2013
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Torsdag 14 februari 2013. We solved starvation. It was actually the last problem to go, despite how the technology had been around for ages - it was a matter of distribution, that was all. We'd worked out diseases, crime, climate change, et cetera, and now the final problem had been cracked; nobody needed to go hungry. We were done. And, being done, we started questioning ourselves. What would we do next? What else could our species possibly accomplish? It wasn't ubiquitous at first - not everyone joined...
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Absurd Heroes: Facets of Fantasy: Tears
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Fredag 26 december 2014. Facets of Fantasy: Tears. The man's breath was heavy with alcohol, his accent stained by the tongue of Those-We-Raid. He raised a hammer high. He spat. He said, “This is what we do with rebels.” The hammer fell. The shoulder broke. He couldn't sleep. Rolling out of the cloth, he climbed to his feet with his good arm, grunting as he went. The camp was silent. Varro didn't know, and he was too old to let shame rule him. Prenumerera på: Kommentarer till inlägget (Atom). We are the IB.
