Apr 15, 2024
He's a criminal.... A bread flatter... flattening bread is a crime - it stands in the divine (toilet) paper scroll of the "x Geb(r)ote der Brotwissenschaft"
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He's a criminal.... A bread flatter... flattening bread is a crime - it stands in the divine (toilet) paper scroll of the "x Geb(r)ote der Brotwissenschaft"
So, I'm back to my daily routine of shitposting, and I would like to present you this amazing gold nugget I found in the eternal depths of the mental toilet bowl - aka the interwebZ.
The MOST IMPORTANT ambigram in existence!
I have too many interests, too few time, too few mental capacity and duuuh. it sucks. It would be nice to compress 72 hours into 24 hours - and only needing 1 or 2 hours of sleep time per day. Additionally it would be great to get nutrition via a power cable instead of needing to buy far too expensive food and half-heartedly composing very awful meals - the fastfood trash (a la microwave french fries or "Nudeltüten" or whatever.... )... or eating raw bread fresh outta the bread sack....
Eating is a waste of time. and buying groceries also requires far too much time Also: Buying groceries and eating is exhausting as fuck. The resulting exhaustion of these unliked activities increases the need for sleep and rest time and additionally elso reduces the time left for engaging with beloved special interests (which is a very helpful factor for actually reducing the exhaustion and "big sad" )
But sleeping and resting are awfully boring. It exhausts me mentally to be forced to rest and/or sleep. I hate laying in bed like a half-dead slice of bread.
This feels like an endless downwards spiral... duuuhhh.
maybe i am just too dumb to get my shit together and work more efficiently.
maybe I am like a sack of bread. It"s said you are what you eat. so perhaps its true i am a brain crumb crumbling into pieces of nonsense gibberish.
my brain is turning into slimy dough again....
baguette | alternative name: breadstick(elongated)
I always considered mathematics as "dancing and shapeshifting patterns"... (there are countless ways how to dance and shapeshift...)
Often, numbers appear as kind of fractals in my imagination, sometimes also as knot constructions... Sometimes, these knot constructions are also fractals... . Some mathematical operations and transforms are like a clash of fractal noodle soup, so to speak...
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I might consider working on writing the humorous book "How to build your own quantum foam from scratch with brain dough" in which I attempt to portray some interesting math, physics and neuroscience concepts in a short light-hearted and interesting manner.
Maybe I can bend and bake my own slimy [brain dough - word gibberish - combo] into a well-shaped crusty bread of coherent thoughts.
The bread(/brain) crumb oven has been successfully refilled with a fine selection of nutrients.
(alias: I have finally eaten some trashy food. and can return to do silly and/or interesting stuff. )
Miri and I had the best (silliest) idea for the tipi we live in: putting a shield in front of the "door"/entry with the following thought gibberish:
INSTITUTE of BREAD SCIENCE - the science of brain crumble --- in bread we crust ---