REJ:- Indeed. Wel, it's a blwyddyn newydd and no mistake. The Sun has gone around the Earth once more, the Earth has risen and fallen towards the snow, the electric atmosphere is in the meter, and the Swans are in the Premiership -
Sioned:- What sort of a shit intro is that? For a start the Earth -
REJ:- It looked the same -
Sioned:- You haven't looked at f all on Earth since I bought you that -
REJ:- ...And as I gaze, in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands hath *Ooof!*
Sioned:- Six inch refractor my arse *slam!*
REJ:- Hmmm...wrong move order perhaps. Anyway I was thinking - on the way back from the Llew Coch to the Llew Ddu neithiwr, that there wasn't half an awesome wonder lot of dots in the sky. I counted 12, but Dai Penweddig swore he counted 16. At least he swore 16 times. He did. Yes. Er - was that a whoop I heard? -
REJ:- Good. I thought for a moment -
Dr.B:- It was 2 moments actually, really ten. 7 non-thought and 3 thought later. The -
REJ:- And just past the Lamb & Flag, by the bottle recycling - clear not green or mixed - I
Dr.B:- Or brown -
REJ:- Yes, or not brown either, I saw a shooting star and immediately thought of Simon Cowell -
Dr.B:- Not immediately -
REJ:- Aha! I see how you did it this time! How you snuck in without me noticing. It was inbetween notices -
Dr.B:- Whoop! Whoop! You're later compositions until you decompose and can't get any laters yous illuded by persistence of envisions driven by entropy geared through hierarchical homeostatis and extrinsic filtered inputs. Conscious transfers across physical platforms continually as cells die in the brain. You are many times new you -
REJ:- And.... he's off.
Dr.B:- This means we can engineer later subjective reality and -
REJ:- And I can eat a pastie. Look fuck off with your conscious trivia. I can't see how -
Dr.B:- You can't see through yourself -
REJ:- You can't look after yourself -
Dr.B:- Lets look after each other -
REJ:- I'm fairtrade I'm afraid -
Dr.B:- So am I. We are the plucky ones -
REJ:- I don't see dead people -
Dr.B:- Correct! It is irrelevant. That's why I mentioned it. Science can be done unconsciously and always has been, between every thought. The foundational epistemology is logic = true. You can't prove it isn't! The rest is extrapolation or invalid. Paraconsistent logic is invalid. Invalid I say! -
REJ:- I heard you later. Why are you stuck to the wall btw? -
Dr.B:- I think it's the static -
REJ:- What's static? -
Dr.B:- I am. So is the world, but the scenery is moving at the speed of light. The speed of light is not the speed of light. The points of reference are -
REJ:- I bet if I didn't interrupt you, we'd see how much you really know -
Dr.B:- Touche Turtle away! You can't resist it! Besides I am a Dr. Fermi Who alien from the previous future elsewhere, and I know everything. I'm going to tell you -
REJ:- You're sufficiently advanced as to be indistinguishable from tragic -
Dr.B:- Wrong! I'm not going to tell you that. Where are you going? -
REJ:- I thought I could just read it later later. I hate these ones live -
Dr.B:- You want to try being me. There's a picture hook scratching a mole on my back. Whoop! etc. Peep! perhaps.
REJ:- I'll get you a swannee whistle, mother Clanger -
Dr.B:- Little clanger to mothership! Come in mothership! Remote scanning device malfunctioning! I'm going in! Local percept electromag fullbeam and zigzag motion! Transgalactic Nav disabled! To the isolated agrarian! Anus estimation was incorrect! Repeat incorrect! We're going to need a bigger probe!
Dr.B:- I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge.
REJ:- *tiptoe! Sneak!*
Dr.B:- You want sound effects for that. Anyway I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge -
REJ:- No, you've just knocked the vase over -
Dr.B:- I must insist I have landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge! -
REJ:- Whatever you say. Just get it over with. Wtf are you laternow doing up there? -
Dr.B:- I'm a glitter ball! Glitter in my head! Heads in bits! Download! *Oooof!* Now there I was an apple -
REJ:- Wel, you can explain the mess to Sioned. And don't plant those empty bottles this time -
Dr.B:- Now Prune!!! Prune like you've never pruned before! -
REJ:- I haven't -
Dr.B:- Prune the twigs! Prune the tree! The maps are not the territory! -
REJ:- Worst rhyme ever -
Dr.B:- Now you can't start at the top until it's grown. And if you're on a twig you can't see the tree.
REJ:- I'll lop off media studies then - *lop!*
Dr.B:- Down we go! Down the trunk! BioChemPhys sums debunk! -
REJ:- The maths is not the territory! -
Dr.B:- That's it! Join in. Now what was it? Was logic the seed, and the branches equations? -
REJ:- I think psychosis was the seed, and -
Dr.B:- No! It wasn't that! *Peep! Whoop! Swannee!* Down the empirical miracle tree! The roots are invalid just like you and me! -
REJ:- Here, have a bed.
Dr.B:- Thanks. Yes bed. Seedbed. Yes. You end up with minimum 2 roots that can't be intwined into 1. Do not make up more roots. No. They'll all be invalid however long. Thirst! Thirst for knowledge! The thirst remains strong! Strong but wrong, diddly dong! 99.9diddly9% right, is wrong!. x2.
REJ:- *click!* Ah, Prof Cox is on. Again. Duw!, that's a big telescope. Mine's tiny next to his. I wonder how far his can see outside? Sioned says size doesn't matter when it comes to Cox. I suppose it is subjective after all.