Taken from: Philosophy Memes For Fantastic Philistines (FB)
This is a very serious fight that I am honoured to see trivialised in meme form
… Someone needs to translate a programming language so that people who speak that language can, without learning any other spoken languages, learn to write programs which recurse. I want to see what happens.
“ewwwww he thinks that the self is something more than just a bundle of correlated qualia”
You ever just realize that, pre Internet, maybe even pre social media, none point none none percent of us fucks would have ever even heard the word qualia before?
I mean, okay, maybe some of us would’ve taken an intro to philosophy course in college. But probably very few of us would’ve bothered to seek out knowledge that would lead us to run into this topic.
I saw this meme and I instantly knew what it meant. Anyone using the internet while having an almost completely passive level of curiosity about human existence would be exposed to the word qualia in less than a decade. Maybe less than 5 years. Based on my own experience.
That’s just wild to me. Having that word. Being a person who knows what that word means. A thing doesn’t exist as a known concept until it is described and attached to a word. And I can just apply that concept to other ideas any time it feels applicable. I can associate that idea with other concepts.
The internet as a thing that fosters interdisciplinary understanding is maybe my favorite invention that humans have created. (Besides obvious life saving stuff.)
Imagine it. Memes fostering the sharing of concepts between academic disciplines by putting those concepts into the lexicons of young people. That’s some future shit. That’s some 2037 shit.
That’s an interesting quale.
why are Americans so obsessed with quale? I’ve tried it a couple of times, and I just can’t see how it competes with spinach.
Kale is way better than spinach, wtf are you talking about. It doesn’t bruise and get gross at the slightest touch even when raw, and you can cook it in a sure and end up with softened by still discrete and reasonable-textured kale instead of a bunch of goop.
okay, sure, qualia are nice, but consider all the p-zombies sitting around starving because yuppies think they need qualia.
there’s that post going around about sans’ “on days like these, kids like you… should be b u r n i n g i n h e l l” line being completely badass and i agree but for me nothing is gonna beat burgerpants smoking a blunt and looking at the kid who’s murdered most of the underground and just going “i can’t go to hell. i’m all out of vacation days.”
More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married
It’s Adam and Eve not Adam Sandler and Eve
I want to expound upon “comedians couldn’t get married” thing because it’s actually really interesting.
Satire was respected in Ancient Ireland. It was thought to have great power, enough to physically maim the subject one was making jokes about. Satirists could bring down kings with a witty enough insult. That was actually their original function. When the king didn’t do right by his people, a bard was supposed to compose a poem so scathing it would raise welts on the king’s skin to oust him (it was illegal for a “blemished” king to rule.) Unwarranted satire was considered a form of assault.
So what it boils down to is ancient Celts being like “These people are too dangerous to reproduce. DO NOT TRUST THEM WITH CHILDREN. EVER.”
whats a king to a bard
Thats literally a dnd skill
Vicious Mockery is an IRL bard skill and the Irish feared it greatly.
Look, how else are we supposed to amuse ourselves? Vicious mockery is how we bond
i hate when people in movies/tv are reading ancient languages and they translate everything really smoothly and poetically, as if when people who study ancient languages aren’t consulting three different commentaries and sobbing profusely when we read
ok so like…. it says
“come you all into the deepest cavern, or maybe that’s fireplace, depends on usage, and having come may you give your…. treasures? Skin? Pants? I don’t know, something…. to the….. about-to-be-adored guy, that one who…. okay, he either causes earthquakes or sleeps a lot, I think this might be an idiom….”
“ok, sorry that took so long and i hate to disappoint but i’m still not entirely sure what it means, like, it could be something about a religious ceremony or it could be a dick joke. leaning towards dick joke, might be both. knowing the ancients, probably both. this could very well be an ancient dick temple and we should probably leave.”
Funnest part is when you get shit like this:
Why yes that is a text comprised of almost exclusively crocodile hieroglyphs.
We also can’t get a coherent translation because the grammar makes absolutely no sense. Participles and Participial statements all the way. Sobek who is Crocodile of Crocodopolis who advances the Crocodile for the Crocodiles….
The crocodile hieroglyph is also used to write sovereign and an adjective meaning power…so the text is suuuuuuuper confusing.
I can’t help but wonder if the crocodile hieroglyph text (which I never knew about, that is AMAZING) is the ancient equivalent of a sestina or another complex poem form. With the crocodile symbol meaning so many different things, and the result being so difficult to translate, it might make more sense as a poem or some other stylistically rigid text.
Either that, or it was the Egyptian equivalent of a student being made to write lines on the chalkboard.
I will not take the name of Lord Sobek in vain
I will not take the name of Lord Sobek in vain
I will not take the name of Lord Sobek in vain
I will not…“Shakes out chiseling hand” Take the name of Lord Sobek in vain….
Looks like an ancient shitpost to me.
mai nayme is hep and wen i wryt upon the wal so smooth and wite i bless the kynnge commend his akh but then get tyred and carve the croc
It’s the equivalent of “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.”
You open your door one day. It’s Satan. He wants, like, your fucking laptop or a really impressive drawing you did or something. When you say, “Get thee gone Satan,” he murders your father and steals your drawing and also destroys the sun.
ask yourself: do i live near a truck route, railway, subway, or earthquake zone? if so, you can bust the ‘ghost’ by regularly checking loose items and nudging them back into place, tightening bulbs, and using doorstops. problem solved!
but why would you want to piss off the ghost of a truck, it’d be so much stronger and louder than regular ghosts?? im not risking it
if you are haunted by cargo transport vehicles of any kind, you can appease them by putting out a dish of 10w-30 on the doorstep
as someone who has experience in these things, whipping your dick out and jacking it is literally the best way to be rid of a ghost. they feed on fear and negative energy. Continually engage in power moves, angrily, at their expense and they will shrivel and die. Walk up to the ghost truck and stick your dick in its ghost grille and say “yeah lemme get some of that cold cold Ghussy” (the ghost truck will know this to mean ghost pussy) and so you have banished the spirit by making it realize that it holds NO power over you and never will.
Also get a carbon monoxide detector. Both because your ghost shit may actually be a carbon monoxide leak AND in case the ghost truck or train attempts to leave its ghost engine running in the house to kill you.
but what if the ghost truck is like
into it
i think we can all agree that fucking a ghost truck is the ultimate power move and you ascend to a higher plane of sexistance immediately, rendering you invulnerable to all ghost, truck, and atmospheric damage
just moving along like everyone else 