The Saloon

Needs more cowboy.

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So for the last three weeks or so I have been waking up at 2:30am or thereabouts every single morning for no adequately explored reason, right in the middle of my REM cycle, so i emerge blinking and confused about what is reality and what is dream.

Anyway, this morning I woke up at the usual hour absolutely convinced that the new TF2 comic had been released, but that the only panel I had seen was one of Medic very seriously rendering judgement on the results of a baking competition between (I think) Heavy and Pyro.

Unfortunately I can’t tell you who won, or whether it was the technical challenge, the signature bake or the showstopper.

Filed under i actually had to stop watching the bake-off because it was too stressful i just want everyone to win tf2 i would watch the great teufort bakeoff

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In the continuing series of injustices being perpetrated against me, Photobucket is blocked by the library wifi’s firewall and all of Abe And Kroenen is hosted there.

Also, still sick.

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curiosamathematica:

Finite Simple Group (of Order Two), by the Klein Four.

The path of love is never smooth
But mine’s continuous for you
You’re the upper bound in the chains of my heart
You’re my Axiom of Choice, you know it’s true

But lately our relation’s not so well-defined
And I just can’t function without you
I’ll prove my proposition and I’m sure you’ll find
We’re a finite simple group of order two

I’m losing my identity
I’m getting tensor every day
And without loss of generality
I will assume that you feel the same way

Since every time I see you, you just quotient out
The faithful image that I map into
But when we’re one-to-one you’ll see what I’m about
'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two

Our equivalence was stable
A principal love bundle sitting deep inside
But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms
Now everything is so complexified

When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense

I’m living in the kernel of a rank-one map
From my domain, its image looks so blue
'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap
But we’re a finite simple group of order two

I’m not the smoothest operator in my class
But we’re a mirror pair, me and you
So let’s apply forgetful functors to the past
And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,
Let’s be a finite simple group of order two

I’ve proved my proposition now, as you can see
So let’s both be associative and free
And by corollary, this shows you and I to be
Purely inseparable. Q.E.D.

Filed under I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN i actually get most of the jokes as well this is what an oxford education gets you annie is a mathematician