i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it’s like really easy shit and then you think you’ve got it and then the test is like
if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul
A Human soul is worth $660,326.82 according to “The devil went down to Georgia” where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul.
assuming a fiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we’ll just average these and suppose that the average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle weighs 450 g and has a density of 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume of the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in lieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg — almost forty pounds! — or 543.3 troy ounces.
Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our value, but as for cupcakes it’s a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to $4.00 at a bake shop, so let’s average that to $3.25, some simple division and we get our answer
Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over.
when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this
i honestly wouldnt even know how to begin to respond to a comment like this because its so fuckin detached from my experience of reality and morality, but i wanted to share because that kids reply on the bottom like … nailed it. damn
like, what else can you say to someone who openly says they’re racist, homophobic, and transphobic, and refuses to believe that makes them a ‘bad guy’?
“you’re background noise the rest of us have to put up with”FUCK
i mean i know replying to Bait ™ is kinda categorically stupid, especially on youtube, but i just like taking the wind out of the sails of soft bigotry. it’s just such classic stealth troll tactics, this guy was practically quoting from the red piller script. they expect you to engage with them in a certain way, so when you do the opposite, all they can do is keep drawing from the script or using all the most tried and true tactics for misdirecting and derailing. they start threads like presenting this “soft bigotry” that on a surface level seems more palatable than if they’d come in shouting epithets or something. it makes it seem as if they’re just here looking for reasonable discourse. then when you get (justifiably) angry, you’re the bad guy, the loud asshole who refuses to be calm and measured, and Mr. Reasonable over here can say he won some kind of moral victory. hence that line about being the villain. he wanted people to see him as a villain, so he could act like a hero.
but he’s not either thing. he’s just noise.
the best way to deal with noise is just to mute it, but there’s something kind of problematic about the idea of “if you ignore it, it’ll go away.” because we all know that if you ignore a problem, sometimes it just gets worse. i could make a comment here about the current political landscape in america but man it’s like three in the morning and i’m tired.
i guess the bottom line here is that if you’re gonna feed a troll, feed them empty calories. then eventually they’ll starve to death.
also it was worth it cause every time i replied i got to watch the vid again and give scotch another view :)
can you imagine an au where taako actually mentions the static from his memories in the eleventh hour to angus, which leads to angus asking taako if he feels like he’s missing something. angus ends up busting the whole second voidfish situation months in advance because that’s literally how he found the bureau in the first place lucretia what were you thinking
literally any member of the thb: hey remember all that static from the temporal chalice? that was weird lol
angus: the what
imagine Lucretia trying to bullshit an excuse and angus pretends to believe her when he knows otherwise.
In honor of Lord Byron’s birthday I would like to remind you all of the time that Shelley and Keats, having not heard from him for some time, became concerned for his safety and it was determined that Shelley would go looking for him. Keats received a letter some time later that Shelley had found him in Venice, where he’d been having so much sex that he’d nearly died from malnourishment and dehydration. Keats’ entire response amounted to essentially, “You should probably have let him.”
“I found him, he’s in a gutter.” “Well go put him back”
