CMA's shitposting thread

[Iv121]

Well if you understtod the equasion tell me what P means.

[cats]

Well if you understtod the equasion tell me what P means.

P.
Peeen.

*.!

[CMA]

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Additional Finnformation: I'm finally home alone and playing brutal death metal as loud as possible.

And Iv, I said I don't understand it yet, just the basic concept behind it.

[Iv121]

So how can you say you know what it means ? I bet you that P is not a random little insignificant thing, in fact that is what defines what this equation does which is why so long we don't know what it is we can't know what it does, and if we can't know what it does we can't understand the basic concept behind it as we simply don't know what the hell we are supposed to explain.

[CMA]

So how can you say you know what it means ? I bet you that P is not a random little insignificant thing, in fact that is what defines what this equation does which is why so long we don't know what it is we can't know what it does, and if we can't know what it does we can't understand the basic concept behind it as we simply don't know what the hell we are supposed to explain.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_(math ... tor_spaces
I was slightly confused as to which equation that was, and I withold any speculation as I haven't gotten to Vector Calculus yet. Anyway, read that.

[Saravanth]

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AAHSAH DSHASH HJHAHHA SHHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHA

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Additional Finnformation: I'm finally home alone and playing brutal death metal as loud as possible.

And Iv, I said I don't understand it yet, just the basic concept behind it.

ITS HAPENING! DDDDDD:

[cats]

p is momentum, idk what P is.

[Prototype]

p is momentum, idk what P is.

P-norm, something to do with euclidian space.

I think it's referring to the function for either surface are or volume of a sphere, as I can't see these elsewhere in the equation.

[Iv121]

But what will it give you to take the coordinates of a vector to the power of a ball's surface/volume, it doesn't make sense. Actually P is usually the perimeter of an object but I doubt thats what is meant here. How did you end up loving that equation anyway ?

[Saravanth]

He always was attracted to balls, but didn't like the infinitessimaly thin skin around them. That's y.

[CMA]

But what will it give you to take the coordinates of a vector to the power of a ball's surface/volume, it doesn't make sense. Actually P is usually the perimeter of an object but I doubt thats what is meant here. How did you end up loving that equation anyway ?

I like how it looks, and I think the concept is fascinating, even though I don't understand it fully.

[Iv121]

"Fully" hehe ...

[CMA]

Saw this story on krautchan/int/, you should like it, Tau:

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

[Tau]

-schnip-

10/10, idealist views are idealist.

[CMA]

r8 my doctor hoo fanfic