Saturday, April 27, 2024

Saturday Stubfart Symposium: Filthie Wrecks Pysics

 


It’s called a tesseract.
Supposedly that’s what a cube looks like if you extend it into the hypothetical fourth dimension.
Looks to me like a cube pulling itself through it’s own bunghole.

I get a head ache with crap like this. I just came off an OyTube where that quack - the late Carl Sagan - tells us not to worry about visualizing the tesseract, just knowing it exists is about as good as three dimensional beings like us are gonna do. All the tessaract is, is a projection of a 4D object into 3D. Similarly an architect can imply three dimensions on his 2D blue prints.

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Y’know what, Carl? Shaddup! That thing is an offence to even my intellect. But - fine! We’ll play it your way, smartypants! The other tall foreheads tell us that time is imaginary and that there are ten dimensions in total. Care to project that POS up a dimension..? And then again, 5 more times…? The mind wobbles! 

Consider: If I were a ten dimensional being…I’d have infinite mass, infinite density, and infinite volume. Why, I’d start ingesting EVERYTHING around me and collapse into a black hole! I’ve worked out the specifics and physical model to scientifically explain the process:



Doesn’t matter how many dimensions there are - a guy’s
gotta eat in all of ‘em, right?
This is what the meal time schedule looks like in 10 dimensions.

I hate to break it to you PhD egg heads and intellectual poseurs at Cal Tech and Kansas KU… but there goes your stable 10D model of the universe! It would have to collapse in on itself and produce what I will call “The Fat Albert Singularity”. 

Unless of course…any of you self proclaimed geniuses can describe a stable ten dimensional black hole…? Riiiiiiiight. Up your ass, Carl!!! 🤬

It just goes to show you what the difference is between a man with an intellect and a man with a diploma. Up your ass too, Neil deGrasse Tyson! You retarded space monkey! 😡

Holy shit… ya know what? Thinking all that through and working backwards… welp… hate to say it but I’ve been hoisted on my own petard too! Think about it!!!

The world truly is flat!

I hope all you lesser intellects out there were able to follow my scholarly lecture - and that you have something fun lined up today. Remember to spare some time to hassle the kids and the old folks too.

Cheers,

Dr. Filthie



Great Caesar’s Ghost!!! Get BCE On The Hot Line!!!


Hrrrrrrrrmmmmm. There’s pics of that ape going off hand with a set of quad .50’s…so something like this’d be right up his alley. Of course he’d need to mod this concept… maybe sub in a big Chey-Tac .416? Under the flame thrower, maybe a grenade launcher? And then under that … what’re the kids shooting these days? AT-4 missiles…?

😊👍
 

Friday, April 26, 2024

Feeling Your Age Yet, You Old Fart?

 


I think Bowie’s dead now, isn’t he? 

Neither of them ever really appealed to me as a zit-faced adolescent music connoisseur. I think that was a big part of her appeal as an artist, though: when confronted by her critics like me, her response was always the same: a nonchalant shrug, and “Who cares what you guys think?” To me she sounded like Minnie Mouse in toons like “Heart Of Glass”. David Bowie was an over-rated fag in my opinion. But he was the same as Debbie in that regard - he didn’t care what the critics thought either. I suppose I gotta respect that…If I were an artist I wouldn’t listen to a retard critic like me either! HAR HAR HAR! HAR HAR HAR!



Hell’s bells..she’s doing alright though, for an old broad. Maybe it’s because 
I am an old fart too…but I swear I can still see the pretty girl
that once posed with David Bowie.
My wife loved your music, Deb - and maybe even still does! I’ll
have to ask her. Her opinion is worth much more than mine in
matters of the heart, art, and music.




Cederq: The Early Years


 

So You’re Too Good For Second Hand, Are Ya?

 


Thursday, April 25, 2024

Heart Stoppers


Aw shit.

Can someone give me a hand on the defibrillator?
Turn it right up to max - I’ll need a few extra cranking Amps 
after a pulse bomb like that… 

 

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