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I do wish they made names for other higher dimensional shapes and didn't stop at 4-polytopes because that would be sick.

'Polychoron' is the best name to be given to 4 Dimensional Polytopes, and none of the others could ever come close to it; Its competitors, 'Polycell' and 'Polyhedroid' could only ever hope to come close to it.

'Polycell' is too bland and has no imagination, it's like if we called Polyhedrons 'Polyfaces' and Polygons 'Polylines;' It's clear that whoever came up with this name just didn't care.

'Polyhedroid' is just too derivative, clearly being a play on 'Polyhedron;' Imagine living in a world where Polyhedrons are called 'Polygonoids' and Polygons are called 'Polylinoids' or some shit.

'Polychoron' is so much better than any of that; It's completely original, rolls off the tongue and, in my opinion, sounds cool as fuck.

Hello, Tumblr, I am here now.

Happy (possibly belated, I don't know your time zones) kicking fascists in the ass day to all the Portuguese and Italian people reading this

“the enemy is doing some undertale shit milord”

like surrendering? like a truce? thats already a thing dip shit

“they’re putting our best men in a box and hitting them with bones”

get it together seargant. how many i frames do we have

“none milord”

dear god…

This is the funniest cropped boomer image of all time I’m actually in tears

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

Hsien-ko my beloved

i firmly believe that its a betrayal of your own humanity not to speak against a genocide thats been reported on daily and inescapably for a month. none of us are free until palestine is free and avoiding or feigning ignorance to their cause over it being a heavy or 'controversial' topic is nothing short of heartless & spineless i have no respect nor understanding for anyone standing stock still quiet on the sidelines

Was flipping through my japanese text book the other day and found this funny. Eat nothing drink nothing go nowhere meet nobody do nothing go king give us nothing