Tuesday, May 31, 2005

lesson #176: a simple mind game

A beats B
B beats C
Therefore A beats C


Does that claim sound valid? I thought it did, but then I found its counter-example: the simple concept of the scissors-paper-stone game.


Let paper = A, stone = B, and scissors = C.


The claim becomes thus:
Paper beats stone
Stone beats scissors
Therefore paper beats scissors


Totally non-commonsensical, right? Either the claim or the scissors-paper-stone concept is invalid. And in the face of such non-conclusive situation, Analytical Skills has taught us to conclude invalidity. Therefore both theories are invalid. Now didn't that just rock your world or what.


Since we're on the mind-gaming craze here, let's talk about the other mind game. Otherwise popularly known as relationships. I think I've reached a point where I don't really bother about being chatty with guys anymore. For example, I became totally grossed out when a guy, on MSN, (he shall be known as Skinny Bucktoothed Beaver, because he looks like one) gave me a lurid reply to my innocent chat about fruits, bananas in particular. A younger (and dumber version) of me would have responded in kind, foolishly hoping that Mr SBB would turn out to be Mr Prince Charming. The younger and dumber me would then discover that Mr SBB would only ever turn out to be Mr Perverted Loser SBB, especially if the younger and dumber me had been around to read his further comments about being a tripod, and then his questions about whether I love eating bananas.


That, my darlings, is why I'm hardly on MSN nowadays. I've blocked him, but the mental trauma is still there, so I won't be able to face MSN for a while. Oddly enough his effect on my liking of bananas is less acute, because I can still eat three banana fritters at a go (with some help from G's huge mouth, which helped me consume roughly one of the banana fritters).


And you know what? I stared at the screen for ages before typing this paragraph that I'm typing now, because I was contemplating whether I should ruin this perfectly good entry with a bitchy comment, because my whole self is just so itching to write this one little thing down, and that one little thing just happened to be bitchy. I know VVVV would just love to see something bitchy over here, but VVVV isn't around at the moment and so I've lost my only audience.


Eh, fuck that. I'm gonna write it down. My dear girl, you are much too young, much too fat, and much too ugly. You can't dance, you definitely can't carry off having an attitude, and did Kermit The Frog teach you how to put on make-up? I think that rather than being seen in your wardrobe, I'd rather burn the whole fashionable (la la la...) collection down and walk around naked. So what are you doing trespassing on my property? I've said it before and I'll say it again, especially for YOU - I don't share my boys with ugly girls. Capisce?