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Friday, March 17, 2006

The BlogMind Thinketh!

f'(sinX) = cosX
f'(cosX) = -sinX
f'(tanX) = sec2X
f'(secX) = secX * tanX
f'(cscX) = -cscX * cotX
f'(cotX) = -csc2X


What does it all mean?! The BlogMind told this to me this morning, and I have no idea why. Is it a final message? Has the Frozen Lower Blogosphere found a way to stave off its eventual destruction? There's no way of knowing what the BlogMind is thinking until it flowers to sentience, which of course would destroy it utterly. We must puzzle over the meaning for all eternity then...

There have been 6 Cries of Anguish:

Blogger The Taker of Gist maliciously intimated...

If only there was a way to prevent the collapse. Is there anything that Gist can't do? Evidently, this.

3/19/2006 1:59 AM  
Blogger Salbert maliciously intimated...

Build a giant brick wall to contain this, this power! Whoa! Don't die on me!

3/19/2006 4:41 PM  
Blogger His Majesty maliciously intimated...

*sniff*

This Frozen Lower Blogosphere was the land of my original rule...

With it gone, I have no connection to royalty whatsoever... what then will I be?!

3/19/2006 9:19 PM  
Blogger Salbert maliciously intimated...

Oh, Robo-Dole, you can work at Starbucks! They got 401K, health, dental, vision, stock options. Heck, that IS royalty!

3/20/2006 9:51 AM  
Blogger flatlander maliciously intimated...

Gyrobo, stop frontin'!

We all know the Frozen Lower Blogosphere is immortal. It is one of the four pilliars on which stands the Giant Turtle, who supports the Giant Elephant, who supports the Great Beaver, on whose back rests the Prime Material Plane we call "Earth".

Without your blog, everything would be all crooked.

3/20/2006 9:58 AM  
Blogger Gyrobo maliciously intimated...

That's what I keep saying, but the Frozen Lower Blogosphere simply cannot survive the coming flowering of sentience... unless...

No. Can't think of anything. No one's ever attempted to bring a blog to flowering without it collapsing under the weight of its own neural pathways.

Nature is cruel.

3/20/2006 1:36 PM  

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