tabularasa

@tabularasa@lemmy.ca

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Support local bands⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨weeks⁩ ago⁩:

  Heck yeah! Thanks! Glad you like it. The song Runaway was on a local radio station for about a year.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Support local bands⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨weeks⁩ ago⁩:

  Sorry for the shitty link, but wasn’t sure how else to share it online for free, anonymously.

  filebin.net/8wnzwgddpcpbemfc

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Support local bands⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨weeks⁩ ago⁩:

  Sadly, no, they were up on our MySpace page. I can upload some music though. Give me some time

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Support local bands⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨weeks⁩ ago⁩:

  I played trumpet in a ska band in the 00s. This one time, in a small bar, things got a little rowdy and a guy ran into my trumpet while I was playing it. Hurt like a motherfucker. I spit out blood and it loosened a tooth. The other fans saw me spit out blood and started kicking the shit out of the guy on the ground. Then one dude bought me a beer to wash the blood down

  Good times.

  Support local bands.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Follow this daily workout for huge gains⁩ ⁨⁨1⁩ ⁨month⁩ ago⁩:

  I think he looks like a young Jaromír Jágr.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Pressure washing⁩ ⁨⁨2⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  No such thing!

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Slapping Chicken⁩ ⁨⁨2⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Average rotisserie chicken is 2 lb? Costco’s is 3lb. That would require many more slaps.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Please stop making Alien movies⁩ ⁨⁨2⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Nothing wrong with watching it. Just don’t PAY for it.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Scratch that. Let's do an airstrike instead.⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Man, sorry, this is me. I can push out an entire shit in like 9 seconds.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Big if true⁩ ⁨⁨3⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Plagiarized information synthesis system?

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Whales is whales⁩ ⁨⁨6⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Monty Python and the holy Grail. Yes. Love it.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Whales is whales⁩ ⁨⁨6⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  Good evening. The last scene was interesting from the point of view of a professional logician because it contained a number of logical fallacies; that is, invalid propositional constructions and syllogistic forms, of the type so often committed by my wife. ‘All wood burns,’ states Sir Bedevere. ‘Therefore,’ he concludes, ‘all that burns is wood.’ This is, of course, pure bullshit. Universal affirmatives can only be partially converted: all of Alma Cogan is dead, but only some of the class of dead people are Alma Cogan. ‘Oh yes,’ one would think. However, my wife does not understand this necessary limitation of the conversion of a proposition; consequently, she does not understand me, for how can a woman expect to appreciate a professor of logic, if the simplest cloth-eared syllogism causes her to flounder?

  For example, given the premise, ‘all fish live underwater’ and ‘all mackerel are fish’, my wife will conclude, not that ‘all mackerel live underwater’, but that ‘if she buys kippers it will not rain’, or that ‘trout live in trees’, or even that ‘I do not love her any more.’ This she calls ‘using her intuition’. I call it ‘crap’, and it gets me very irritated because it is not logical. ‘There will be no supper tonight,’ she will sometimes cry upon my return home. ‘Why not?’ I will ask. ‘Because I have been screwing the milkman all day,’ she will say, quite oblivious of the howling error she has made. ‘But,’ I will wearily point out, ‘even given that the activities of screwing the milkman and getting supper are mutually exclusive, now that the screwing is over, surely then, supper may now, logically, be got.’ ‘You don’t love me any more,’ she will now often postulate. ‘If you did, you would give me one now and again, so that I would not have to rely on that rancid Pakistani for my orgasms.’ ‘I will give you one after you have got me my supper,’ I now usually scream, ‘but not before’-- as you understand, making her bang contingent on the arrival of my supper. ‘God, you turn me on when you’re angry, you ancient brute!’ she now mysteriously deduces, forcing her sweetly throbbing tongue down my throat. ‘Fuck supper!’ I now invariably conclude, throwing logic somewhat joyously to the four winds, and so we thrash about on our milk-stained floor, transported by animal passion, until we sink back, exhausted, onto the cartons of yogurt.

  I’m afraid I seem to have strayed somewhat from my original brief. But in a nutshell: sex is more fun than logic. One cannot prove this, but it ‘is’ in the same sense that Mount Everest ‘is’, or that Alma Cogan ‘isn’t’.

  Goodnight.

• ⁨Comment⁩ on ⁨Which is the best Lemmy app for mobile?⁩ ⁨⁨6⁩ ⁨months⁩ ago⁩:

  I’m also happy with Sync. I paid as well.