I guess it's just a paradox. Or rank silliness. If all that humanity can produce/conceive/imagine (that can be illustrated by a technological medium) is part of a finite set, and the concept of infinity is included as part of that same finite set, then does that make infinity finite? Or is it merely that the human…
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Ah, you mean Super-Sized Infinity. Well you got me there. Of course, so long as the medium is composed of a finite number of elements with finite ranges/degrees of variation, then wouldn't the media also be finite? There' a big hole in the reasoning of my little puzzle, well maybe several, but I can't quite put my…
I don't know about eating too much, but TV has certainly undermined my concept of infinity. You see, you could make a TV with pixels each having 256 permutations of red, green or blue (that's 16,777,216 permutations per pixel); multiply that by the number of pixels in the screen's width- then multiply that by the…
Yes, I miss Gizmodo's Photoshop contests. Those would be nice on io9. Prizes for the winners would be good too.
"What's the college equivalent of dropping your gun?" – Well, (depending on the college) it's still dropping your gun.
How about "character closes dead character's eyes by slowly moving his/her hand above and across the eyes?" I've worked with dead people and this is a bunch of nonsense. Who originated this trope and why did such an irrational concept/practice become so pervasive as to be used in some really good films that are…
I love Strangelove. I also think it plays out just like a Doonesbury strip, with a similar pace and style of humor.
Great article. I always click on Esther Inglis-Arkell's headlines when I see her name attached.
Yeah, me too. And it's odd, don't you think, because Cohle's smoking isn't stylish like Bogart or cool like James Dean. It's as ugly as his long, stringy hair, but it makes me want one. 'Must have something to do with being an ex-smoker.
Clever marketing. I imagine I'm not the only one who enjoys drinking wine while watching GOT. They should market True Detective cigarettes too.
The refrigerator wept and made ice cubes.
Anybody remember this from the golden era of the late 70's?
They seemed to have missed the obvious prize, a Rod Serling figure that actually smokes.
The really good guy that we made you love and trust is actually the really, really bad guy. Really.
Pondering possible future plotlines for PD, there's something a bit League of Extraordinary Gentlemanly about including so many characters that did or could have intersected with Victorian London. These are the first that come to my mind:
I once heard a young man say, instead of "nobody's perfect," that "nobody else is perfect."
When I was three I sneaked into the bathroom for my first science experiment. I reached the water faucets at the sink, turned one on and held a small Dixie paper cup under the stream. I wanted to see what happened when the water reached the top of the cup. I'd thought that perhaps the water would continue climbing…