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Sigh. Soup for dinner again.
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The origins of The Game are uncertain. The most common hypothesis as is that The Game derives from another mental game, Finchley Central. While the original version of Finchley Central involves taking turns to name stations, in 1976 some members of the Cambridge University Science Fiction Society (CUSFS) developed a variant where the first person to think of the titular station loses. The game in this form demonstrates ironic processing, in which attempts to suppress or avoid certain thoughts make those thoughts more common or persistent than they would be at random. How this became simplified into The Game is unknown; one hypothesis is that once it spread outside the Greater London area, among people who are less familiar with London stations, it morphed into its self-referential form. The creators of "LoseTheGame.net", a website which aims to catalogue information relating to the phenomenon, have received messages from multiple former members of the CUSFS commenting on the similarity between the Finchley Central variant and the modern Game. The first known reference to The Game is a blog post from 2002 – the author states that they "found out about it online about 6 months ago". Finchley Central is a mind game in which two players take turns naming stations in the London Underground. The first person to name Finchley Central is the winner. Of course, the first player could say "Finchley Central" straight away, but as mathematics professor Jonathan Partington notes, “An opening move of ‘Finchley Central’ is too much of a cheat, and you might wish to start with, say, Liverpool Street, when, assuming that your opponent isn't rude enough to reply with Finchley Central, leaves you with a mate on your second move (though you probably would prefer to stall by playing, say, Bank, in the hopes of a more spectacular win later). It is clear that the ‘best’ time to say Finchley Central is exactly before your opponent does. Failing that it is good that he should be considering it. You could, of course, say ‘Finchley Central’ on your second turn. In that case, your opponent puffs on his cigarette and says, ‘Well… Shame on you.’”
There was some American hate on this post originally. So I edited it out and made the words look a little neater, a little nicer using what I remember from my School days. And while you may have to hand it to those crazy Brit’s, I do think in a war against them the good ole, simple minded, fat, stinking American, much like myself, will win, every time! That’s why we have our own version of this called Dont say Toilet which me and my thirteen brothers and sisters used to play as youngins where we would all gather in a circle outside of my daddy’s tire shop after work and share a single lollipop we saved up to buy together and take turns naming things, any things, but the toilet. The first sucker to shout out TOILET would then get pounded into the dirt by the rest of the siblings. I usually lost, unless I could convince my little kid sister Sissy to Yelp out TOILET in fear by lunging at her during her turn, but this would get both me and her beaten into a pulp. But this game never really caught on the way this game did. I don’t know much about the game but I know I spend almost every waking minute of my days thinking about my wife and kids, not games. Maybe I’ll ask my kids if they ever play or know of or win or lose this funny game. But they won’t be playing finchley central not on my watch that’s for sure, not before they play Dont say Toilet. Well I have to go and heat up that microwaveable bag of, what is now? rigatoni? Risotto? My wife left out of the fridge before she comes home from the department store. She made green beans and a pot roast and asked me if i could take care of the rice stuff. Don’t care for it much but happy wife happy life that’s what I always say. Signing off! Love Earl 💋
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Terribly sorry for the lack of conduct around here. Some of our newsboys have been revolting.
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Do you want me to kill myself?
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Pasta&lemonade my dinner tonight.
I’m earl Gordon
I’m on a ketogenic diet
Any tips on maintaining ketosis, Earl?
Youve got to see my humble car.
I’m on a ketogenic diet
They call me Earl.
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words can't describe how much i appreciate your response, earl <33333