Conversation between me and Victor:
me: Which weighs more? Five pounds of cheese, or five pounds of helium?
Victor: Is this a trick question?
me: No, I’ve been thinking about this for hours. Helium floats so does that mean you could you only make it weigh more if you added more helium? Or would it weigh less because it’s more?
Victor: I’d guess that five pounds of helium would be heavier than five pounds of cheese because you’d have to put the five pounds of helium in something to contain it and the container would add fractionally more weight.
me: Maybe. But maybe helium would weigh less than cheese because helium floats but it could still be measured in PSI. Like, you could have five pounds per square inch pressure of helium which doesn’t actually weigh anything on a scale.
Victor: My head hurts.
me: That’s some deep chicken-and-egg shit there, dude.
And now, time for the weekly wrap-up:
Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- I was asked to make this so someone could wear it or give it to anyone who needed it. Maybe you need it.
Shit that I’m vaguely involved with on the internets:
Shit you should buy or steal because it’s awesome:
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