#precalculable

[hyperpotamianarch]

The Hebrew Calendar

(Because I'm being stupid)

It is well known among Jewish circles that our calendar is lunisolar, meaning it adjusts to both Lunar months and Solar years. What is less well known about that is the exact numbers related, apparently. To be fair, a large part of the calculation is complicated to a frustrating degree, especially since all the sources I could find use a geocentric astronomical model that was popular 900 years ago. So I'll keep away from that as much as possible.

The length of a Lunar month - the amount of time it takes the moon to go through a complete waxing and waning cycle - is traditionally 29 days, 12 hours and 793/1080 of an hour - a little over 29.5 days, which is why about half the months in an average Hebrew year are full (30 days) and the other half are lesser (29 days). Since synchronization of weekdays is also important, we'll note that there are 1.5 + 793/(1080*12) excess days in a month. Remember that.

Now, the length of a Solar year is about 365.25 days. Only it's not, because it's more like 365.2422. This is what made Pope Gregory skip four days and rearrange the whole system - but we Jews weren't lucky enough to have someone notice. I mean, the Talmud does have two different estimations IIRC, and one of them is slightly more accurate, but it changes very little. So, if we believe the calculations presented to us, you'll find that 19 Lunar years of 12 months each, with seven years that have an additional month, add up to about 19 Solar years. Due to how this math works, I'm going to calculate it separately for days, hours, and Ḥalakim (one in 1080 in an hour, about 3.33 seconds). The number of months is in the end 235 (19 times 12 plus 7), so:

793*235=186355. To add what's left to the hours: 186355/1080=172(595). I have used a calculator for this and I'm not ashamed because those are large numbers to work with. So, 595 Ḥalakim, with 172 hours to add to the next level.

12*235+172=6*470+172=2400+420+172=2992 hours. To add to the days what's added: 2992/24=124 (16). So, 16 hours, with 124 additional days.

29*235+124=20*200+20*30+20*5+9*200+9*30+9*5+124=4000+600+100+1800+270+45+124=6815+124=6939 days. No more questions. Our numbers are, then: 6939 days, 16 hours and 595 Ḥalakim.

Now to the other side: according to Google, a Solar year is 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 46 seconds. To convert the minutes and seconds to Ḥalakim: there are 18 Ḥalakim in a minute, so 48*18=6*8*6*3=3*2*3*2*2*2*2*3=3^3*2^5=6^3*2^2=216*4=864. In addition to that, one Ḥelek is three and a third seconds, meaning there are almost 14 in 46 seconds. Making it all 878 Ḥalakim. So:

878*19=800*10+800*9+70*10+70*9+8*10+8*9=8000+7200+700+630+80+72=15900+782=16682 Ḥalakim. To find how many additional hours: 16682/1080=15(482). So, 482 Ḥalakim, with 15 hours to add.

5*19+15=110, pretty straightforward. To find the excess days: 110/24=4(14). So, we have 14 hours, and four days for the next calculation, which is:

365*19+4=3000+2700+600+540+50+45+4=6890+49=6939 days. So, 19 Solar years are 6939 days, 14 hours and 482 Ḥalakim.

As you can see, it's the exact same amount of days, which basically serves our purpose! There are 2 hours and 113 excess Ḥalakim in favour of the lunar months. If you want it in minutes, it's about 6 minutes and 16/17 seconds. All in all, not too large. But. Every 12 cycles, the difference gets larger than a day. 12 cycles are 228 years, so it's a while, but by now it's been 1700 years since the calendar was based on calculations instead of witnesses. So by now, the difference is about 7 days. Only... Not necessarily. Because the Hebrew calendar also has to account with the days of the week, which is where our previous point about the one day excess becomes relevant. Kind of.

Look, all of that - most everything mentioned here - comes from Hilchot Kiddush HaḤodesh by Rambam. And he gets much more into the math, which I don't have the energy to do now, and he has a whole awful lot of calculations on how you decide when Rosh Ḥodesh needs to be according to the math and when Rosh HaShana or Pesaḥ will fall in the week etcetera. Due to this kind of thing, the amount of days in Ḥeshvan and Kislev aren't consistent between the same year inside a 19-years-cycle, and thus some of them are shorter and cover said difference. Maybe. Maybe some are longer and create an even worse difference. But our calendar wasn't built around the accurate calculations, it was built on the 0.25 assumption that the Julian calendar was built for. Which is another reason why we might be out of sync with the Gregorian calendar in the long run. In the short run, due to 19 not being divisible by 4, the leap day can disturb things. So while in theory every 19 years the calendar resets and all the Hebrew Calendar days are the same in the Gregorian calendar as they were 19 years ago, in practice leap days can get them out of sync.

If for some reason you want to calculate the next average moon renewal, you should know that the first one was during the Hebrew year 0, at monday, 5 hours and 204 Ḥalakim. This is for the first ever month of Tishrey, currently considered the first month of the Hebrew Calendar year. We are now in the middle of the 5th month, year 5785 from this particular day. The rest is multiplication and addition based on numbers already mentioned here. Have fun!

(Tagging @alyssumlovesthecosmere, because you seem to have an interest in this type of thing.)

[waitingforsecretsouls]

Awesome how SIU made Traumerei like 'you're the seven deadly sins? what, all at once?'

[blackjackkent]

OK, so I might have to take back some of my decisions in the last post. Getting to the Inquisitor is more complicated than I thought.

He's currently behind a barrier, to which Therezzyn is holding the key. Our options, according to Google, are to a) give Therezzyn the artifact and get access given to us, b) pickpocket Therezzyn when she's not looking, or c) kill her.

Hector doesn't want to do any of these things, and I'm trying to figure out which one would be least out of character. :/

Really (going back to what I said in the previous post about Hector's usual compulsive honesty), option A makes the most sense for him. And, apparently, it doesn't actually take the artifact from us long-term and does actually get some approval from Lae'zel. The downside, of course, is everyone ELSE disapproves, and I want to get Karlach's romance going, goddammit. :P

Hypothesis. What if I ungroup Karlach and Gale and leave them outside the door on the (in-character) grounds that Therezzyn will be more likely to listen to a smaller number of random strangers barging into her office.

[tests]

OK, apparently that does work. We don't get any disapproval from the rest of the party, we still get Lae'zel's approval, we keep the artifact in the long run, and Hector gets to be his usual honest self. (The Dream Guardian is pretty unhappy with us, but hopefully she'll get over it and still keep us from turning into a squid in our sleep.)

On the bright side, also, this doesn't negate any of the previous scene, as we can pick up from right afterwards:

"I presume you are not stupid enough to return empty-handed. So give me the weapon - NOW."

"Here it is." Wondering if he is making the right decision, Hector reaches into his pack and pulls out the small, strangely-shaped item. Inwardly he thinks a small apology to Shadowheart. There seems no point to trying to navigate this place without being forthright, but it is such a dangerous choice...

Then again, no choice seems safe at present. Not anymore.

He can feel his dream guardian rebelling against this choice, her voice piercing in his mind. "No. NO!"

But he has no choice but to be forthright, and he extends his hand with the item held carefully between his fingers.

The kith'rak's eyes light with sudden glee. She flicks her hand outwards, pulling the object towards her with a spell and examining it as it hovers in her grasp.

"Yes...there it is...exactly as described. The inquisition will finally come to an end."

She moves as if to pocket the artifact...and suddenly, a familiar glow bursts around it, knocking her backwards against the wall. The artifact erupts from her hands and crashes back into Hector, settling itself back into his hands, vibrating with power.

"Tsk'va!" Therezzyn scrambles back to a standing position and glares at him furiously. "Trickery! Heresy! How did you--" She stammers incoherently, fists clenching at her sides. "You manipulate it when I cannot?!"

She visibly stills herself. Hector has seen this movement before in Lae'zel, and in himself - the grounding, centering, shoving aside the inconvenient, chaotic emotions. Her face goes hard as stone.

"It appears you have been chosen, istik," she says coldly. "You are lucky it is not for me to question why."

She pulls the glowing keystone from her pocket and stalks past him to the barrier blocking the way to the ch'r'ai. "Go. Seek the inquisitor below. And take the cursed thing with you."

[moneypuzzleexchanger]

I didn't even watch the movie but I just thought about why would Thanos make everything balanced by killing 1/2 of everything. That doesn't seem very balanced to me. Like on a weight scale of you take one half off the scale the other end is just going to fall down. If you take half off of both it's already balanced before you do anything. Make it make sense

[yeiwo7]

"I Wanna Be-"

Dazai Osamu x reader

Summary: Rainy days are for remembering the good old moments with your bestfriend, who you have a lethal crush on, a confession of tears masked withing the downpour.

Word count: 1.2k

tw.: angst, angst with comfort at the end, fluffy end

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The orange-ish dim glow of streetlights illuminating the vacant streets of Yokohoma, as the heavy rain clouds space out into the vast night sky, giving room for the moon to bleed out and shine like the sun at night.

He, too, was admiring the moon in all its shimering glory. Having a moment of silence for himself, he felt at ease, his soul is at peace while his mind is drowning in the sea of sorrow. His heart aching for the first time in years, that feel like centuries.

"Why didn't I react? What went wrong, I precalculated everything correctly? What...what went wrong? Why am I so cruel...I didn't mean to be cruel...I didnt mean to hurt you..."

The down pour, heavy, yet there's this weighing feeling deep inside you, a feeling of heartbreak rippingnyour heart apart in an agonizingly slow pace, a feeling that angers yet saddens that fast beating heart of yours that's being torn apart from the inside out, as if a secret that can't be kept for too long is fighting war battle for freedom.

You know the truth, or so you believe. He literally gave it to you, why must you... why must this stupid heart still long for someone who doesn't want anything to do with it?

Strolling along the soothing bay, admiring the city lights from afar, with your drenched hands in your, equally drenched pocket. The rain is pouring down harder, yet that seems to be the last of your concerns. The heavy rain clouds surrounding you is enough for anyone in close proximity to know that you're not doing well... unfortunately no ones near to make such discovery.

"Why did he word it like that? Did he truly mean it? He's never been so heartless in ages, let alone with someone as close as me...what have I done..."

The image keeps coming back in a series of constant replay, an unescapable nightmare.

The way soft lips spoke words your mind didn't process, because its full attention was on deciphering the meaning behind his eyes... those sky blue eyes that hold so much pain, so much wonder, so much knowledge...yet, the only emotion it displayed was...the lack of emotion. Blank. His eyes showed nothing, yes they were soft, and a faint hint of pity could be detected, but it's even more confusing wether that is self pity or not...

He was beyond shocked, taken aback, overjoyed even, yet something was holding him back...he felt guilty, he felt confused, he felt vulnerable, he felt as if he was letting you down...he knows you deserve someone better, someone happier, someone who's not an ex-executive mafioso who's currently working as a detective, not someone who drinks regularly and can't commit to staying alive. Ofcourse you deserved better! Even a foolish dog like Chūya would know that, so why didn't you understand?

Yet there you were, fighting back tears when he just left. He had straight up left you to cry on the cols, brittle side walk, with rain and tears pouring down your face.

Shutting your eyes in an attempt to drown out all of those useless haunting memories. Standing on the edge stairs, focusing on keeping a good balance, so you wouldn't end up drenched in dirty river water.

"Why is the water so...so soothing...maybe if I sit down and relax for a bit, I'll be fine..." body weight shifting from one foot to another as if you were loosing conscious, but due to the skull shattering heavy down pour accompanied by spine shivering gales. Stepping a step lower into the water, your shoes were completely submerged, a cold shiver shot up your spine as you froze in place.

It felt good, for now it feels tranquil.

Deep breath in, Deep breath out...

...a familiar, contrast to the weather's temperature, warm scent of cigarette smoke, a little booze...dull mint...green tea... and home. The smell of home.

And before you knew it, you let him pick you up bridal style, carrying your cold body all the way back up onto the main road, even there he didn't let go, gripping you tightly to his chest, avoiding eye contact.

He somehow managed to carry and hold up an umbrella over the two of your, fresh rain-water drenched, heads.

Facing each other for the first time in what felt like, eternity. You two have faced off many times before, but this...this one feels different. Drastically different.

Emotions come into play here, strong emotions.

He never meant to make you cry, he never meant to hurt you, yet here you were hesitating wether to hold him close or keep an arms length distance between you two. Even though the tension in the air was as dense as winter snow, he held the umbrella out for you, covering your head, exposing his own.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Head held low, his voice strained, he was trying his best not to crack. His voice was shaky. Shivering, even though he was way better dressed than you for the weather.

Dazai Osamu, ex executive at the Port Mafia, currently working as a detective for the Armed Detective Agency, a man with mind that of hundreds, yet body of one. One of the strongest people in Yokohoma.Someone who drank his sorrow, his pain away...was here apologizing?

By this time, his hand was shivering, from the cold? Or the fear of rejection. The fear of loosing someone so close to him, his other half ( sorry Chūya), someone who, almost, knows every secret about him. He can't let you go...you know too much.

Embracing him as a form of apology was an unspoken rule between you two. Through out the years of hatred and comradery, whenever there was a disagreement you'd agree to disagree in a civil way.

He gripped you tighter, stronger, closer. Instead of his usual delicate and gentle manner, he was more...direct, blunt. His head resting on your shoulder, nuzzling closer into you nape of your neck, his breathing was unsteady, rapid. He is afraid of letting you go, he is afraid you'll leave, again, but for real this time...he...he wants you to stay. He wants you to be there with him. He wants you to be his, he finally processed the information, but by then you had already left him...he doesn't want that again.

The umbrella collecting rain on the ground, very well forgotten, while Dazai was being vulnerable, letting his guard down, showing that he fully trusts you.

"Please..." his voice croaked, trying his best to regain composure. " I'm sorry...don't ever leave me...I need you..."

Hugging you tighter, his voice was muffled, faint sobs could be heard from him. All you could do is reciprocate. Holding him up, kissing his forehead and whispering an endless string of consoling words filled with love and comfort, what he needs the most right now.

He needs you.

[aparticularbandit]

it is important to me that you understand that:

junko has no luck (and when she does, it's bad luck)

nagito has fantastic luck, but it always comes at a cost - for every moment of good luck, there is also a moment of bad luck; the higher the good luck he wants, the greater the sacrifice of bad luck he needs first (see case 5)

izuru has luck with no cost, which makes his luck better than nagito's; he's the inverse of junko, but his luck is downloaded, fake, contrived (like the rest of his talent is)

this must be combined with:

junko can calculate and anticipate anything provided she has access to the right dataset (the better she knows someone/something, the better she can manipulate them/it - this extends to talent as well; the more data she has on how someone's talent functions, the better she can imitate it, which is why she can't imitate ryota's animation as completely in the way that she wants (different talents have different rates in terms of how much she needs to analyze them, though))

nagito can deduce but he cannot mimic; he dabbles in manipulation, but he is much more of a servant to someone else's goals, which means his analysis is always in service to someone else (kyoko is similar but not quite the same; kyoko can get to the point of deducing fast enough to prevent things, which is a lot more similar to junko's analysis, just used in a different way; kyoko's more straight forward than junko is, which is why deduce and not analyze)

izuru's analysis functions the same as junko's does, except that he doesn't need to analyze someone else's talent to mimic it; he has had talent downloaded straight into him like neo in the matrix; if he wants more talents than the ones he already has, he's gonna need them downloaded again, probably

as a result:

junko's weakness is luck and incomplete data sets; an incomplete (or wrong) data set leads to a miscalculation, and when something relies on luck and cannot be precalculated or predicted, then junko falls. she relies hard on her analysis, which gives her a blind spot. (junko, however, is aware of this. that's why she has both nagito and izuru on deck; in the hope calculation that their luck, correctly used, will allow her to predict things that happen by chance as well)

nagito's weakness is his reliance on his luck. he believes in his luck. his luck will take care of him. he can't control how it works, and he can't control how the bad luck will happen or who it will happen to, but he doesn't need to analyze something for his luck to get him out of it (and the smaller the chance that something will happen, the more likely it will happen to him; his luck works on an inverse to everyone else's, basically, so what's the point of predicting things on what is most likely to happen when, for him, it will probably be the other way around)

izuru could cover his incomplete data sets with his luck, but tends to rely so completely on his luck to cover his ass that he stops analyzing and leaves himself open there - he should be the strongest of the two, but really tends to leave him with more weaknesses until he figures out how to use the two in conjunction; something junko has figured out but cannot do because her luck is not her own

[televisionenjoyer]

WHY ARE MOVIES GETTING DARKER I AM ON MY KNEES

Ok fuck it let's go. My amateurish opinions on the three biggest mysteries of film: why they're getting darker, less vibrant and harder to hear. As someone who has worked on camera, montaging, effects and animations, colorimetry when I'm allowed, and on one weird occasion, audio (but I'm an enthusiast ok?)

The short answer is because of technology. The long answer is more nuanced

- Why are movies getting darker?

The "official answer" that filmmakers give actually is technology. Digital cameras allow for much more detail with less lighting required. It also allows videographers to play with different light and exposure settings on the go, instead of having to go with the limitations of the pre-bought film's asa and the precalculated ideal settings. Also film is notoriously bad at capturing dark scenes and responsible for much of the graining we see on analog tv and film.

So basically, they claim it's a stylistic choice. Which could be debated, I mean, after at least five years of everyone complaining about poor lighting, you'd think they'd finally give it up.

BUT there's the whole fact that (certain) special effects are generally easier to pull off when the viewer can't see enough to detect any flaws. They require less care and thus are cheaper and faster to produce. Any studio's wet dream.

Less notably, it's easier to work "down" on colorimetry than it is to work "up." Taking away light from a shot is easier than "creating more light", the latter sometimes leading to very "digitally broken" results. It looks bad. Just grab any video and crank the exposure. It looks horrible.

"But what does exposure have to do with color?" Everything!!! Color IS light!!!

Which leads me to the last reason, HDR. Which leads me to one of the reasons why everything looks so dull.

- Why are movies less vibrant?

So. What is HDR? High Dynamic Range refers to technologies that achieve a much wider light variation. And as we established earlier color IS light, okay? So. More light, more color, brought to you at the hand of display technologies such as OLED and microdimming.

These technologies ramp up the price of domestic screens exponentially. This is why you see domestic televisions that are way above the 2000 dollar mark. And then people will say "oh but my low end television supports HDR, so that's not the issue". Yes. Supports. As in supports files encoded in HDR. Doesn't mean that they have the necessary technology to take advantage of it. Yet they get to put the HDR10 label on their product and get in on the newest marketing fad (it's the new 4k dude. Which is the new 3D. You get what I mean)

And since it is the newest fad, then of course filmmakers HAVE to get in on it. I mean, it's more quality, who doesn't want more quality?

me!!! please stop. not everything has to be aimed at high end equipment (more on this when we get to the audio aspect, aren't you excited?). HDR looks like DOGSHIT if your tv isn't actually OLED. And most consumer TV's aren't OLED.

Tech rant over, I assure you that there is a cultural aspect to this. Don't worry, you're not insane. And it probably is related to the clean girl minimalist iOS style UX modest and demure mentality that is advancing on the 2020s. But it is also related to an art medium shift that we've been undergoing since wayy back when. The sixties.

Yes. I'm gonna go there. I'm gonna talk about Star Trek. I'm going to elaborate on my previous slight outrage.

So. Star Trek marks the beginning of a transition from black and white television into color. It also lands on that weird spot where the whole medium of film and television was still figuring out which elements to import from the ancient medium of theater and which were best left behind.

As a result, Star Trek is very theatrical. And color is a good friend of theater, a medium where everything has to be maximized so that the people in row fifty could appreciate the show almost as well as the people on the first row. Color is a good friend of theater: in wardrobe it helps the performers stand out, boosts up the characters' personality traits, etc. And in lighting, it amplifies moods, conveys emotions and atmospheres related to particular scenes.

The version of Star Trek that you can find on streaming these days is considerably altered from the original product, remastered to make it more palatable to our contemporary brains. As a result, many scenes have been visually altered. The following example shows the original master on the left and the remaster on the right

And while at first I held my head in my hands and asked "why, god, why??" The answer is probably that this reads as unserious as fuck. Having the technology now to desaturate scenes and make certain settings look "cloudy", "gritty", "dark and grim," and so on changed the way we perceive colors in regards to mood on modern film and television. This primary color ass setting in today's context reads as goofy, on a scene that is actually meant to impose concern on the viewers. This wouldn't read this way on theater, but it does on television, because we see them as completely separate mediums.

(however I insist that, star trek being a culturally significant show, making these type of creative decisions strips it of its original intent and shits on its cultural value as a window into how they did television in the sixties. so like. fuck you paramount)

Now, television has been getting thematically darker this century (some call it the post-9/11 effect. I wouldn't know. I am latinoamerican) and our palate as viewers has grown more used to these desaturated settings, to the point where seeing something vibrant like the original star trek makes us feel like we're watching a kids show. And not even a modern kids show, more like teletubbies or barney, because have you guys even seen bluey?? It's so... pastel-y.

It's not just HDR. Movies have gotten less vibrant because we're miserable. Sort of. And television and film have grown obsessed with appearing more serious. (Not that sitcoms and comedy movies have ceased to exist, I'm generalizing.)

- But why is dialogue less intelligible?

Official Answer? Technology. Nowadays we are able to capture subtleties in dialogue, so actors don't have to project their voice 24/7, and we can get more intimate dialogue, something almost intended to be a secret that you shouldn't be listening to, making you feel like an intruder. It's the intent.

Unofficially? Technology (marketing fad edition). It's surround audio!!! That's the real culprit!!! And listen, I love surround audio, I have two 5.1 systems at home that we bought secondhand and work like a charm. All that being said: why is star trek tos in 5.1? (YES I'm still on star trek). Why is everything natively encoded in surround audio on streaming these days, left to be down-mixed in real time by your tv?

I'm going to quickly explain surround to y'all using 5.1 as an example. On stereo (which is how most consumers watch film and television) you have two audio channels: your left and right speakers. 5.1 has six: front-left, center, front-right, rear-left, rear-right, and subwoofer. Most dialogue goes through the center speaker. Downmixing is when your tv takes all these channels and mushes them into two: left channel (containing left-front, left rear, center and subwoofer) and right channel (right front, right rear, center and subwoofer). So your center channel is suddenly competing with all these other frequencies and gets a bit muffled.

But wait! It gets worse! 5.1 is now ancient by technology fad standards. For a while there was 7.1 and now the newest, incredibly expensive marketing fad is Dolby Atmos (you might have seen it as a badge on streaming services such as Disney plus). This protocol supports up to 64 channels. You know, if you're crazy and rich enough.

Dolby Atmos was originally developed for cinemas but it's now being sold to direct consumers. According to Dolby, the ideal sound configuration in your home in order to listen to this material the way it was intended from the comfort of your living room is of at least eight (very fancy) speakers and up to 12 speakers.

So. Even with a 5.1 system your audio is still down-mixed.

In conclusion:

Film and television did not get shittier (well, they have, but that's not the sole culprit of this crisis), it just became less accessible and overall uninterested in catering to the average consumer.

[hungwy]

precalculus should be an adjective. precalculous -- the quality of being overly prepared. "His doomsday shelter was a little precalculous."

[willshookaspear]

Right Now | Rafe Cameron x OC

Snippet from 04: she bites.

"Your breath is tickling my stomach, stop breathing," Billie said again. Rafe scoffed in contempt and rolled his eyes as he held her up. She could almost reach the waffle iron in the back of the top cupboard.

"Got it," she said and held the waffle iron out in front of her. "Whoops," she said when she dropped the cord and the plug bounced on Rafe's head with a thump.

"What the fuck," Rafe exclaimed and momentarily lost his grip of Billie.

As she slid down she tightened her thighs around his hips. When Rafe regained the strength in his muscles after the shock of being head-butted by part of a kitchen appliance, he caught her. In a few milli-seconds he went from holding her up to reach, to her straddling him, his hands firmly supporting her by her ass.

Faces now level, they looked into each others' eyes, both confused and still.

"Sorry," Billie said with a devilish grin. "It ran away from me."

"You think you're so cute," Rafe said, displeased. "You did that on purpose."

"I'm not that precalculative," Billie whispered and winked. Rafe gulped at the sight of the girl in front of him. They were both very aware of the fact that he was still holding her, but didn't let it show. At this point, Billie was glad she had run up the stairs, and was already red when she arrived. Maybe the skin heating up in her face now wasn't as obvious. As the thoughts of not showing weakness went through Billie's head, Rafe was practicing self-control with an iron fist. He worried Billie could see the scenes that played in his mind flash like pictures across his eyes, that she could see into his brain somehow and reveal his thoughts about her plump lips and that ass he was gripping.

"Good morning," a voice said behind them. In a shameful second, Rafe let go of Billie and she landed on her feet with a thump. 

AO3: Right Now | Rafe Cameron by willshookaspear

[goemon-fan]

I initially meant for this just to be a gifset, but after having watched this episode again, Goemon behaved in a very autistic manner.

Goemon has a cartoonish view of what a casino really is, to the point where Jigen even wonders if he actually understands. Although Goemon grew up sheltered, he is now aware of what a casino is, yet still has a fantastical view of this real establishment. He is making a dice throwing motion, but does not actually know how to play dice games, which makes it seem as if he has a rough idea of what a casino is but still does not understand exactly what it is. It seems that without a proper explanation of rules and how things work, Goemon simply doesn't understand standard societal norms or certain experiences.

Goemon is upset that he couldn't see his failure at the slot machines ahead of time, and mentions his emotions in a very neutral manner: "This is not good. I need to calm down." He is upset this game does not have a clear goal for him to work towards, or a clear method of winning that he could use. He also uses his mantra "Be free from all distracting thoughts," which, while commonly attributed to his meditation and training sessions, seems in this gif to be something he says and reminds himself of during certain emotional reactions and towards certain uncomfortable stimuli.

Goemon views the slot machine as an enemy to be defeated, and humanizes this inanimate object. He also mistakenly believes that a slot machine is a typical game that can be won with effort, rather than understanding this is an entirely different kind of game based on chance alone.

He does not know how to deal with his loss to the slot machine; he knows that in samurai combat it would be expected for him to commit seppuku, however does not understand that this is not appropriate behavior for a casino, nor does he understand that the slot machine is not a traditional enemy and that it is not fighting him, but is simply a machine with precalculated odds.

Lupin has to explain to him that it is not appropriate or necessary to kill oneself in response to a casino loss, and Goemon is completely oblivious towards unspoken societal norms such as how a casino operates and how to conduct oneself within one.

Goemon rationalizes his loss with a previously studied platitude (I don't know about anyone reading this, but I absolutely have found philosophy tremendously helpful in navigating social contexts, and it seems Goemon is the same way). He is detached from typical emotions that would be evoked towards a loss such as the one in this episode, and only knows how to conduct himself in accordance with philosophical guidelines of behavior. He is once again unaffected by social norms, and thinks and behaves in a somewhat-calculated and preplanned manner.

I just think that the Lupin gang has to regularly explain things to Goemon in a clear manner because he just doesn't understand unspoken rules, and I'm sure he finds himself in a lot of silly situations because of it

[crying-fantasies]

First born

Masterlist

At first, before the humans arrived to the Lost Light, by the totally well planned and precalculated plan made by their loved captain, everyone were given continuous (and obligatory) lessons on how to interact with humans, how to hold them using an strange doll than most crushed in their first try, "this is why it's best to be prepared", how to prevent accidents, download every human language and so on, even the first time contact bots aboard had to be taught how to filter human pheromones because as an species they don't have the ability to suppress such basic necessity and it's rude to point it out, "Damn, poor fleshies", ah, also, don't say rude things like that, Riptide, think about the human's feelings, please; all in all it was mostly common things like that and when the first ones put pedes, um, feet, they were mostly prepared, being the mini bots the firsts to be graced with the human's trust first given the height difference (and because they are adorable).

So you must understand their complete shock when one human said: "I'm pregnant" to explain why the other humans were making a party with pastel ribbons and that, no, Tailgate, her tank isn't going to explode, it just has a new life inside.

The only one bot that understood what was happening from the get go was Ratchet, his time back on earth and his knowledge on human physiology made him the main resource of information, and also the most bothered mech in the starship for the next 8 months or so.

Once he had enough he just told Rewind to show them some kind of documentary about humans.

That movie night everybot reunited, it wasn't mandatory like before but the idea of a human sparkling around, after so long without new life in their own barracks, was tempting and also hopeful in every sense, even bots that weren't that near to humans also came.

They ended up seeing a marathon of all the Alien movies, even the crossovers.

More than one bot purged their tank and more than one screamed, cried in horror or downright fainted due to what they believed was the "delivery" of a human baby because they all wanted to know how the baby was going to get out and simply go straight to the chest buster scene, there is so much fleshy fluids around and so much shouts of agony and- oh Primus have mercy, what in the Pit is that thing-?!

"We'll look after your sparkling after you're gone, your sacrifice is valued and recognized for us, we'll remember you and tell tales of your courage to the new spark" the soon to be mother didn't understand shit while Tailgate and Riptide cried over her while hugging her, pleading the baby to not come too soon, other bots were outside the humans zone crying over how abruptly one human life must end to give way to the other, Cyclonus was on his knees and his sword was solemnly next to him in order to show the sincerity of his oath to his human friend, to this day some swear on their spark they saw some coolant tears on his dead optics, "when the time comes, you can leave without regrets".

Oh, imagine having to explain them.

"You won't die then?"

"If everything goes fine, then no"

"Then you won't die!" Oh, Riptide, the new mother was his first human friend and he was attached.

But, in all honesty, when the time of delivery does come most bots are waiting outside the medbay, just to immediately shut down their audial receptors by the cries and screams, didn't the humans say it wasn't like the movie?!

After agonizing hours they can finally see the new born human baby through a big glass carefully resting in the arms of the mother, and it is so-

"It looks like a fragging wet and armorless turborat after being soaked in acid for a week"

"Whirl!"

"What, if you think that's cute then you're lying to yourself!"

"I call dibs on the name!"

"It's not the time, Rodimus!"

"Think about it Mins! Sunbird! General-one! Novamoon! I'm on my element here!"

"Rodimus-"

"I like the name Nova"

Geez, the name Novamoon was tacky but at least had nothing to do with Nova Prime, but who was going to tell no to the new mama when she looked so exhausted but oh so happy, not knowing what they did as she was calling her new spark, ignorant of the very crazy and very supremacist anti organic propaganda now totally dead Prime?, no one had the courage to even mention Nova Prime and just forgot about him when baby Nova started to look more human and also started to ask for "up up" with her little organic servos as high as she could, no one could deny the little human femmeling as she crawled around the safe part of the ship with a turborat onesie that was away too cute for most sparks, bound to do some mischief with Riptide just two steps behind to keep her safe.

[fromthemouthofkings]

they should invent a hairdresser where they understand your gender immediately when you walk in without you having to say anything and also you don't have to make small talk and they don't have to touch you, you just sit down, show them a picture of what haircut you want and then they snap their fingers and it appears perfectly on your head in five seconds and then you can get up and the tip is precalculated for you and so you just pay and leave

[rumpocky]

insaaaaaaaaaaaaaane precalculated dickriding skills CIA fandom

STAY OFFENDED AND POWERLESSSSSSSSSSSJSSSS

JUST SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE

JUMP ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COME ON AND RUN BABY RUN JENNAHOPE, SHOOT BABY SHOOT

[kawaoneechan]

Just watched the latest Hunter R. video about bugs in the original Animal Crossing, and one segment stood out to me.

The Harvest Moon.

Long story short, they precalculated a list of dates spanning from 2001 to 2030, to simplify figuring out when the Harvest Moon should occur. The bug is that they did it wrong and in several years (including this year) the event is off by one or more days.

That's the only yearly event that has such a list in the entire game too, and Hunter considers it the likeliest reason AC is capped at 2030.

The worst part is that nineteen years later, New Horizons only made it worse.

ACNH has several holidays and other such events that don't fall on a particular fixed Gregorian calendar day. Therefore, its table of holidays and events has sixty columns for fancy events' days and another sixty for the months. It supports a range from 2000 (mind you it came out in 2020) to 2060, at which point the game will complain.

(Fun fact: some events like Black Friday are like that and do use the sixty-year timespan but for some reason all sixty are set to November 30. It's described as running from the fourth Friday in November, Thanksgiving being the fourth Thursday, to the end of November, which is what those sixty value pairs are for, but instead they list the end. I know I didn't mis-parse them, too.)

Regardless, when I get around to handling yearly events in Project Special K... I have half a mind to go hard mode and calculate that stuff on startup. Load the event data, find any with special request markers, edit their start and end dates on the spot. Having a generic system would be especially neat so you could specify "fourth Friday in November". In C terms, going from a time_t value to a struct tm does include the day of the week so with enough back and forth and iteration sounds like a good starting point, but there's probably a neater way to do it in standard C++17.

[offender42085]

Post 1148

Gavin Roberts, Ohio inmate A804386, born 2005, incarceration intake November 2023 at age 18, scheduled for release November 2047

Murder, Robbery

In November 2023, nearly a year after the shooting death of Brice Hilton, family and loved ones wore pink shirts bearing the Pennsylvania man’s smiling face to court to learn the fate of his murderer. 

From the courtroom gallery, they watched as Gavin Roberts was sentenced to serve between 42 and 47 1/2 years to life in prison for Hilton’s Nov. 19, 2022, murder.

On that day, Hilton, 37, and his then-pregnant fiancee, Blair Legg, had driven to Ohio to purchase a cellphone from Roberts for Hilton’s son’s birthday.

Instead, Roberts, armed with a .38 Special revolver and a potato inside an iPhone box, shot Hilton multiple times before robbing his lifeless body of $220. 

Before sentencing was handed down by Trumbull County Common Pleas Judge Cynthia W. Rice, Legg and Hilton’s mother, LaSonia Moorer-Henry gave victim impact statements. 

Roberts looked at the floor throughout both speeches, standing just feet from them. 

Roberts was convicted of murder after a Trumbull County jury deliberated only two hours following a one-and-a-half-day trial, finding Roberts guilty of aggravated murder and aggravated robbery, both with firearms specifications. 

He was found not guilty of an additional murder count that carried a precalculated and design factor, and not guilty of aggravated burglary.

Assistant Prosecutor Christopher Becker said because Roberts was only 17 at the time of his crime, he would be eligible for parole after serving 25 years because of Ohio legislation set in 2021 that restricts sentencing for teen offenders. 

“I think it’s very unfair. This is a classic type of case of why Senate Bill 256 should be reversed by the legislature, and they should take that off the books because it’s the classic case of someone who deserves more than getting a parole hearing at 25 years,” Becker said.

4j

[moose-mousse]

Data data

So... finding a big datasheet like I am used to is.. very hard for some reason... So all I found was the pin-out diagram. Very prettily made. Bonus for using hardware that is popular with enthusiasts. Found a few guides but nothing like a big datasheet. Oh well, gonna live without. Next up. Finding the email receipt for the RGB LEDs so I can look up the specs.

https://ardustore.dk/produkt/led-diode-rgb-5mm

Ok... have precalculated values for 5V, but not 3.3 like the Raspberry Pie uses. Fine fine. We can do that math ourselves. Forward voltage (How much voltage the LED will eat in order to work) is unique on each color and the pin will supply 3.3 V For blue and green it is 3.2-3.4V Great. No resistor, we just slap it straight on the pin For red, 1.8-2.0V Good good. So the math is: 3.3 - 1.9 = 1.4 So we want to get rid of 1.4 ohms with a resistor so the voltage is correct for the LED. To calculate that we also need the amperage. But this one we can just decide ourselves. We look up the max amperage of the Raspberry Pi pins. 16 mili-amps. We don't want to use max. So let us say half of that. Plug those two into ohms law V * I = R 1.4 / 0.008 = 175 So we need aboutish 175 ohm of resistance. I have...

Eh... 240 ohm will do. Good enough.