#Triangles & Rhombuses

[daenystheedreamer]

male actors used to be rectangles. squares. barrel chested. and now theyre all six-packed WHORES. no more! death to the dehydration diet, more slightly puffy-faced men. and more transatlantic accents. and tits

[rastronomicals]

3:41 PM EST November 24, 2024:

Boards of Canada - “Triangles & Rhombuses” From the album Music Has the Right to Children (April 20, 1998)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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[ckret2]

Any mention of shape segregation

Nope.

Here's what we know about how his dimension handled shapes and how it compares to canon Flatland:

Bill mentions rhombuses and trapezoids when talking about his home and that they're wasting his oxygen. In Flatland, rhombuses & trapezoids would never be allowed to live—only squares are regular quadrilaterals, and any deviation from regularity so great it can't be fixed in childhood (about 1º) is grounds for execution or imprisonment. So the mere existence of rhombuses & trapezoids in great enough numbers that Bill can comment on them means his dimension was MUCH more tolerant of irregularity than Flatland.

A triangle suggesting quadrilaterals are wasting his air could mean that quadrilaterals don't outrank triangles in his dimension—or, that could just be Bill's ego talking. On the other hand, a regular(ish?) triangle suggesting irregular quadrilaterals are beneath him could be prejudice against irregularity... or, again, could just be Bill's ego talking.

When Bill claims to be geometrically perfect, he tells the reader to stop staring at his "hypotenuse." Only right triangles (triangles with a 90º angle) have a "hypotenuse," while equilateral triangles are 60º/60º/60º An irregular that's 30º off of regularity is unheard of in Flatland, and would be MILES beyond grounds for execution, never mind wasting time surgically correcting it. IF Bill really had a hypotenuse, the mere fact that he's alive means his dimension is incredibly different from Flatland. (Or: it could mean that Alex is playing fast & loose with what he remembers from geometry class and he just used "hypotenuse" to mean "the longest side.")

When he claims to be geometrically perfect, he doesn't say that all his angles/sides are the same. Only that they add up to 180º, which is true of every triangle.

Bill seems to be very proud of being a triangle, at odds with how low-ranked they are in Flatland; again, this could mean triangles WEREN'T low ranked in his world, or it could just be Bill's ego.

His fake magazine cover says "FEELING OBTUSE? Get acute for the summer!" This could be only a joke about fad diets in magazines: but IF we decide to take it seriously, obtuse angles are anything over 90º, so that suggests ideal triangles have all acute angles, but that having an obtuse angle is something that can be address through a fad diet rather than through infant surgery or execution. (This would only apply to triangles: a regular quadrilateral would have all right angles, not obtuse or acute; and any higher regular shapes are supposed to have all obtuse angles.)

One of the hidden codes in the book says "IRREGULAR," that's it, no further context. It stands to reason, though, that this means the concept of irregularity exists in Bill's dimension, and it's a sore point. (But we have no context yet for what "irregular" means in the Gravity Falls setting; maybe it has nothing to do with a shape's sides/angles, and just refers to other disorders or mutations like Bill's ability to see the third dimension.)

Another hidden code says "HIS DIMENSION NOW DECEASED SCALENE AND EUCLID REST IN PEACE". We don't know who/what "scalene" and "euclid" are yet. Another couple codes suggest "Euclidia" might be the name of his dimension and/or homeworld, so "Scalene and Euclid" might be the names of worlds; another theory is that Scalene and Euclid are his parent's names. At any rate, "scalene" means a triangle with no matching sides/angles; Flatland allows for isosceles triangles with two matching sides, but not scalene. It seems unlikely that a person or planet would be named Scalene unless being scalene was normal and accepted in society.

The codes mention a fair amount of medical trauma in baby Billy's childhood, but it all seems to revolve around his eye, not his shape. If he was a right triangle and became equilateral, either he got surgery too young to remember; got medical interventions he could remember that were not traumatic; or had no medical interventions at all, and maybe in his dimension a growing triangle can naturally develop from a 90º angle into a 60º angle.

tl;dr:

NO mention of segregating shapes

NO mention of a hierarchy based on how many sides you have

extreme irregularity seems to be tolerated and NOT grounds for execution

there's evidence to suggest that, at minimum, ideal triangles have all acute angles; this implies the possibility that regularity was still preferred to irregularity, even if irregularity is tolerable

evidence suggests they believed you could change your angles via personal decisions (i.e. diet) and therefore your shape isn't permanently set or a reflection of your intrinsic morality

medical interventions for irregular angles were either milder compared to Flatland or non-existent

"irregularity" in their society might refer to mutations unrelated to their geometric shapes

And that's everything we know about how shapes are treated in his dimension.

Let me know if I missed any mention of angles or shapes in his dimension.

[the-rainbow-meme]

enough talk about love triangles and love squares and love rhombuses.... this is how i win

[italoniponic]

Bat-Hunter | Rook Hunt & Lilia Vanrouge

Synopsis: In which Rook and Lilia found themselves at the start of a legendary battle for the Prefect of Ramshackle's heart. The world of love triangles is awfully quiet after this exchange. Dedicated to @pandoa. You wish and you shall receive <3

Lilia Vanrouge, Rook Hunt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff but mostly crack / reference to a specific Phillipines dish / 1525 words / use of “you” pronouns / Masterlist

Bat-Hunter: The Magnificent Showdown!

Few people throughout history — between humans and faes — could say that they had the audacity to directly antagonize the Great General Vanrouge in any sort of battle. And getting out of this sort of risk alive was a bit of luck granted to very few people, almost to none.

“But a coward hunter is not worthy to receive the title, nor to wear a hat.”

That was the Hunt family motto that Rook was so proud to carry in his heart. Such was his respect for his family tradition that this phrase was embroidered on the inside of all his hats so as to never forget his origins.

Well, maybe I’m starting a little too fast and you’re still worrying — from the comfort of Ramshackle’s upstairs window — what the hell the two guys you liked were doing on the ground floor balcony, dressed like that.

Despite everything, you suddenly shrugged to yourself and headed to the kitchen where a more urgent task needed to be fulfilled. When everything was ready, hopefully you could invite the guys in. That is, if you found one or the other intact in the end.

Because that was the feeling that their exchange of glances passed.

Lilia was dressed in his Light Music club “uniform,” as punk rock as your father had been in the eighties when he was young and phones were wired. He held his guitar close to him, as if it were the weapon of his days in the Army of Thorns. He was “total rad” — as the youngsters would say.

His friendly smile only masked the irritation of finding Rook in that place, decked out from head to toe. Usually, his presence was easy to ignore and his curiosity could be quite amusing from time to time.

But he knew the real situation they were in: they were equals in rivalry for the heart of Ramshackle’s Prefect.

Knights in a duel for love!

Rook, in his own instance, wore a pair of belted trousers and a loose white blouse — located in the common vocabulary as a “pirate blouse” — with the strange addition of a large pink coat over his shoulders, sewn by hand and with some patterns of blue rhombuses. With his hat in hand, he looked like a book character.

His expression was equally gentle but it carried a certain pang of defiance, like a hunter who meets another while hunting.

“You look very beauté this afternoon, Monsieur Curiosité!,” Rook praised.

“How did you actually say that time? That my beauty is ‘mysterious’?,” Lilia chuckled, squinting his eyes.

“Oui, oui! But do not fret, Monsieur, today my attention is on someone else.”

“Another one? You can’t get enough of it, can you, Hunt?”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, yes. I’m tired. Tired because I’m wandering for days and nights thinking about the smile of that kind person and how I would like to cheer them up in these times of crisis!”

Crisis? Lilia didn’t quite understand. You seemed to be doing very well during all the times you met. Had he let any detail slip through the cracks?

“What kind of crisis? That is,” he bit his tongue, embarrassed that he had to ask for help from his literal rival. “If I may intrude.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. These are ear crisis! Dear Trickster has been hearing a lot of guitars being scratched lately,” the young huntsman replied, boldly.

Lilia barely broke his guitar cable — or the entire instrument at once in Rook’s head.

It was a mere provocation, no big deal. And Pomefiore’s vice, the way he was, probably appreciated each style of music in its own artistic way. But they were dealing with a battle of epic proportions and every blow counted.

Even if he were to call Lilia’s love-hard-heavy-metal demo “instrument-scratching”. But it was worth it and it showed in the way Rook’s eyes squinted in amusement.

Dealing with Diasomnia’s vice has always been an adventure in itself. That was the best part about being Lilia’s romantic rival.

Regardless of the ending, moments like this would always have a special place in Rook’s heart and he would remember it all with emotion when he went to tell your children — “the Hunt Jrs.” — the trajectory of your love.

“Why are you crying?,” suddenly Lilia inquired, confused.

“You will not be forgotten, Monsieur Curiosité! Forever and ever!,” Rook declared, wiping a tear with the sleeve of his coat. “Your memory will be carried forever in our family!”

At this the fae pulled the hunter by the collar of his shirt, staring directly into his green eyes. It was not necessary to float to come face to face with Rook, Lilia had enough dignity to impose himself the way he wanted.

And, let’s face it, making the boy — a “child” in his eyes — literally reach his level was more convenient too.

“Your particular persona has not yet turned gray to be Malleus’ breakfast because I dare, to the best of my mental faculties, find your audacity mildly amusing,” Lilia said with a grim smile cutting across his face.

“I thank you, monsieur. And I, if I may say so, find the bloody-pink in your eyes extremely beautiful,” Rook retorted, torn between fascination and a certain fear instinct that only made him feel more confident in his goals.

“Who do you think you are, hunter?”

“And who do you think I am, bat?”

That said, the two of them started laughing. Maniacally. They walked away but kept laughing, releasing all the anger and tension that could be felt in the form of simple fun between two colleagues.

Oh, they wanted to duel until death ripped them from each others hands.

Fortunately, you opened the door in time to prevent a bloodbath in your yard — after all, it would be difficult to clean it up.

“Hey, boys!,” you greeted, happy. “Wanna come in? I made pancit canton!”

Then you showed them a plate of fresh noodles, straight out of the pan, in a colorful combination of sliced pork, sausage and shrimp along with chopped carrots, cabbage, peas, onions and garlic. It smelled wonderfully good and matched your good mood. No wonder, it was your favorite food from the Philippines.

The sun was setting and it was close to dinner time. In fact, you were so excited about the process of cooking everything — from blanching vegetables to cutting meats — that the serving size tripled. Maybe being busy tidying the house didn’t help your distraction.

But with Lilia and Rook there — and Grim would be happy with extra food — you felt that little slip was worth doing it.

The smile that opened on your face descended on them like a ray of light in the midst of darkness, poetic as a fairy tale.

The animosity in the air was still palpable, however you were simply happy to have the company of your two crushes at the same time and there are times you need to take advantage of some situations.

“Prefect! I composed a song and I would like you to hear it,” Lilia stepped forward, putting the guitar in position and pulling a bombastic sound from the strings.

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop an admiring smile from appearing. Outside that your heart was racing just like the Light Music club speakers after a performance by Lilia. He was so cool!

“And I brought the best collection of poems on my bookshelf to recite, sweet Trickster!,” Rook didn’t lag behind and with one movement of his arm, the coat danced beautifully under his shoulders.

Another shot to the heart! As if that were not enough, the shades of the afternoon horizon harmonized perfectly with Rook’s clothes and made him an otherworldly vision, having escaped from a bedside book just to meet with you.

“You two are going to drive me crazy like this…,” you grumbled to yourself. But you did your best to stay intact.

“I just want you to bear with me 'cause I am only one,” you said. “Let’s have dinner first, okay?”

“All for you, sweet Trickster!,” Rook declared, taking your free hand and kissing it.

“A-ah! Okay?”

“What matters is your wish, Prefect,” Lilia skillfully took the plate of pancit from your other hand and also kissed it.

“B-but your guitar...!” He literally had put the instrument between his legs.

“There’s no time for questioning, magnefique apple of my eyes. Forward, my brave rival!”

“Said and done, hunter!”

You were still confused when they managed to find a way to literally drag you into the house, each holding your arms as if your weight was negligible and the situation completely normal.

It was obvious how Rook and Lilia, even if in different ways, could make you go “head over heels.” 

Well, you avoided reaching that angle when they deposited you on the couch and sat each by your sides. At least the animosity was gone and Lilia’s guitar was more securely propped up on the coffee table.

“Dinner, mes ami?,” Rook suggested. “Then a lyrical duel to the death?”

“A what...?”

“That’s fine for me,” Lilia accepted.

And so they lived happily ever after. At least until after dinner.

🦇🆚️🏹

Special Notes: It’s funny or maybe not how I can get drowned in my own work and never make any progress in months but the moment the inspiration for something strikes me as a lighting, suddenly I can pull off an entire 1525 thing in two nights straight. It’s quite simple and it goes more into comedy territory but it’s a homage for your underrated comedy skills, Pando! I still tried my best to make sure both Rook and Lilia could have their times to shine. I based most of the exchange in Lilia’s R Sports Card personal story with Rook (and just got off from that feeling). Have to say, I love a good unilateral passive-aggressive convo and they delivered <3

Now… any similarities of scenes from certain movies are completely my fault. I’m currently having a Die Hard and Kung Fu Panda brainrot, which is weird but it happened.

[tpwrtrmnky]

pills that give you wheels.

(we are sure you know we think this but it's so cool to read ptmyg for the trans stuff, humor and the lore and worldbuilding you're putting in it's very moving and feels so good to read)

text for accessibility:

first panel:

grayscale stick figure person: "I thought you said you were lime. How can you- how can you be all that at the same time? You're not chromefluid or shapefluid? Why does a sword or wheels matter to you as a chrome thing?"

polychrome (mostly green, lime, and orange, with a building block head of rectangles, triangles and circles, and a pink arm with a cyan sword facing on one side of the head. the arms are broadly squarish, and they have wheels for feet) stick figure system's pink arm, looking at a purple saber, thinking: oooo sword

polychrome stick figure system: "For starters, I'm polychrome. Second, here's an analogy, chrome is actually assemblage, like building blocks or LEGOs. You literally put together how you want from contexts generated from the world and yourself."

grayscale stick figure person: "Okay… I guess for chrome expansive people that makes sense…"

second panel:

polychrome stick figure system's shapes in the head change, with colors and shapes changing slightly, some rhombuses and an infinity sign among them, and even some tiny grayscale shapes. the rightward lime rhombus thinks: thank you! as a second pink arm passes them the purple saber. the system's feat are now a tank tread and a shape somewhere between a rocket ship and a grasper claw.

meanwhile the orange shape headmates reply to the person: "Actually I was talking about everybody. Consider your own life-sure you were assigned grayscale but you've picked up ideas and experiences along the way, and even if you don't consciously question what grayscale means to you, you have your own assemblage of that that is unique, that you can navigate more deliberately if you want without being green."

the grayscale stick figure person now has a gardening fork in one hand and a videogame controller in the other: "Well I like gardening, and videogames... they're what I do usually when I have spare time. I was being raised to be a corporate vulture as a kid and it wasn't for me, it always felt- I don't know, not what grayscale is supposed to be about. It wasn't, even, before capitalism. I want to be myself. But, green is new right? chromatiness is just around 150 years old..."

the orange arms of the polychrome system reply: "See! You get it, that's really nice it's hit or miss when I say we all have that. Regarding green, you can find older words all over the world like arqūtu, ghelwos, harā, verde, and so on. Green is just a new variation for something that is part of the sapient condition, that has always been with us. And the same goes for square, triangle, rhombus, stars, and so on. And sometimes new technology, other forms of life, and stories helps us know a part of ourselves that we couldn't quite explain before."

the third panel is a closeup on the singleton and system's heads, the green-orange-lime-pink polychrome system shapes continue to change, the top of the head is now a partial wheel, and a plane flies over a boat town near a tree and lime square, whose arm has the saber close to the pink arm with the sword.

grayscale stick figure person: "So you see rolling on wheels and flying as lime, green, and orange to you?"

g-o-l polychrome system orange boat with lime buildings headmate(?s?) replies: "For me personally as part of my body yeah. I know primary moss folks who do too and same for the whole spectrum. Even some grayscale folks, but that's less common proportionally."

grayscale stick figure person: "How do you feel all that at the same time? I see a tree and a boat town now."

g-o-l polychrome system: "Some persons do and it's a beautiful fusion of feelings, and we do that individually too, in our case we're also plural, also a new understanding for something primordial which there aren't enough comic panels for here."

grayscale stick figure person: "It would be bad if I insisted that multiple people can't be in one brain or treated you as disposable or a bad green right?"

g-o-l polychrome system's pink arm headmate replies: "YES IT WOULD."

woa

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: CURSED (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

Transcript:

"R.A.D TO RESIST ALL DRAWINGS OF TRIANGLES.

Kids! You may have heard a "rumor" goin 'round the schoolyard that there's a "fresh" new shape that all the COOL KIDS are drawing! Maybe you and your chums even have plans to spraypaint this "rad shape" on the local grain silo after church! Sounds like harmless fun, right? WRONG!

The "Tri" "Angle" is a symbol that promotes eternal servitude to the "Immortal Dark Lord of Nightmares" who our local police and PTA believe is named "Bob Riddles"or "Billy Secrets" or some such.

If someone you know asks YOU to draw a triangle... JUST SAY NO!

Hi kids, this is Nancy Reagan. Please help make a safer place by not drawing any triangles anywhere. In my day we drew sensible shapes like ovals or rhombuses, sometimes a parallalogram if we were feeling "wild". But "Bill Cipher", much like rap music and wearing your hat indoors, is a threat to our United States. You might think Bill is "Cool" but Bill promotes staying up late, eating candy and throwing "Parties". Doesn't sound so "cool"now. Does he? If you must draw something in your homework, please draw this "Rockin Nancy" symbol I just made up: Soon you'll be "Mister or Misses Popularity!" -Nancy Reagan

If you see someone drawing this symbol, be sure to report that friend to your local police so that they can be sent to another country, possibly Canada!"

Transcript:

"WHAT THE ALL-STARS ARE SAYING!

4-Time Olympian and Scrunchie Spokeperson Mia America says: "Get in Shape: As long as it's NOT a triangle!"

Hi, I'm TV's SHMALF! There's a lot I don't know, like what I'm supposed to be, or why I'm popular! All I know is that Triangles go again's the lord'splan. That's right, I may be from space, but I am very, very religious!

HEY KIDS! I'm Hound McBarkley, and I was a human man, but I was transformed into a dog by a wizard's curse. Triangles are the least of my problems! I miss my wife and kids, I miss having thumbs! I wear a trenchcoat so no one can see my wretched form! I beg you! Find the wizard! MAKE ME HUMAN AGAIN!

HE IS WATCHING

RUN"

[daylesspax]

A Prowl who likes doing art

It’s not anything fancy, but it calms him to go through a tutorial and copy the movements and master the technical elements to make it look good. The calculations for the angle and slope of each stroke of pencil or brush is easy but not boring and the there’s a subtle thrill in cycling through different art styles and techniques that require slight tweaks in thinking to accomplish

And for a while it works for him, drawing in his pass times to cycle down from a long work day

Until the war rolls around and Praxus is bombed

He doesn’t pick up a stylus in a while. He copes with work and more work until he’s too busy to think about grief, the future, or the past

It isn’t until after the war, where there’s no new big battle to distract him

It overwhelms him for a while and he develops paranoia, stuck in the midsts of a battle that has long passed

Optimus advises him to go into therapy

It’s Rung, obviously. The first few sessions garner little, but eventually, he asks if Prowl ever had and hobbies

Prowl’s instinct is to say no. But he thinks, and remembers when he used to do art. All kinds of art. He confesses this with reluctance. Rung simply smiled and asked about what he did.

They talk about art and they end the session with Rung recommending that Prowl start doing art again

Prowl does, eventually. He gets a blank datapad and a good stylus.

He tried doing it the same way he did before— scrolling through a library of tutorials and speedpaints, picking one, and following it to the decimal. But it doesn’t give the same satisfaction as before.

He starts getting frustrated. Deleting and undoing and adjusting individual lines and strokes until he closed the program and threw the stylus.

It takes a long time before he tries again. This time with a different approach. He selects a different video this time, one discussing… other things while they constructed their art piece. In the video, they discuss expression and putting yourself into your work. It wasn’t all about making it look pretty or just doing it one way.

It takes even longer for Prowl to deviate from his usual copy-paste style. Line start extending purposefully beyond where they’re meant to stop. Still-lifes look like architectural pieces with numbers sketched above the straight lines. Prowl develops a geometric artstyle, purely in black, white, and red. His values are represented in cross-hatching and organic forms are broken down into comprehensible shapes of triangles, hexagons, and rhombuses

Prowl starts enjoying art again

[angelsandemons]

Ok, I did want to share this little bit. I'm not sure how much of this is going to be blog canon since Bill is very obviously an extremely unreliable narrator here, but it's the most canon backstory we've got for him since the show first aired. And this isn't the whole backstory covered in the book by any means; in the very next couple pages, it talks about meeting the henchmaniacs in other dimensions and coming together with a sort of pirate crew-like dynamic. But these two pages are....interesting, to say the least.

[Image Description: Screenshots of the first and second pages of "The Early Years" section of The Book of Bill. The first page includes a picture of a baby Bill wearing big Velcro shoes. The second page has a lot of text effectively redacted with a glitchy effect. Full plain text (except for the heading formatting) transcription of the two pages can be found below the read more. End Image Description.]

The Early Years

Let's get something out of the way-there's no way for your 3D mind to process my 2D homeworld unless you chug expired milk while looking at a kaleidoscope. But since were pals, I'll beam an image directly into your brain. Of me as a baby! Aww! I had Velcro shoes that squeaky when I ran! Everyone loved me immediately, and the mayor dubbed me the best baby of all time," made my birthday a holiday, and gave out free knives.

Look, I know you want some tragic backstory that humanizes me and makes my sharp edges easier to swallow, but if you came to a triangle looking for depth, you're barking up the wrong treatise! Truth is I've always been loved and admired by all! But being special comes with a price.

You see, I wasn't just smarter than all the dull trapezoids and rhombuses sucking up my rightful oxygen. I had a gift, a rare mutation:

I could see into the third dimension.

No one else in my stifling pancake of a reality understood what I was talking about when I said there was a direction called "up." While they were all bumping around like ants in a terrarium, I could see a world of infinite glittering potential beyond the sliver of forgettable gruel that was my home reality. I looked up and saw the stars. And I was ready to be one.

Technically, talking about a "third" dimension was illegal in my world. But I knew that everyone would be grateful if they could be freed from their delusions!

It was time to put on a show!

I came up with a plan to show everyone what they were missing! I simpl [redacted] their screams getting louder [redacted] and louder as I [redacted] so much blood!!! so much [redacted] mandibles [redacted] my hands, shaking as I realized I could never undo th [redacted] was the last one breathi [redacted] pisodes of "Family Matter [redacted] until there was no one left but me, covered in blood, alone in the universe.

Huh, that's weird! For some reason, whenever I try to talk about that day, theres this loud buzzing in my ears and I black out for 30 seconds.

Well, we can come back to it! The important thing is, I freed myself from my suffocating world, and freed everyone else too, and everyone loved me for it, and everyone was fine! And that's all there is to say about that! The new dimension I escaped to had a job vacancy for the role of "Galactic Overlord." I humbly obliged!

[the-nice-king]

Alright don't mess this up man , offer her your finest snacks. Trust me

i will!!! she will get all the finest penguin cuisine!!! triangles AND rhombuses!!!!

[o-craven-canto]

Biological essentialism treats tapirs and rabbits, pangolins and dromedaries, as though they were triangles, rhombuses, parabolas or dodecahedrons. The rabbits that we see are wan shadows of the perfect 'idea' of rabbit, the ideal, essential, Platonic rabbit, hanging somewhere out in conceptual space along with all the perfect forms of geometry. Flesh-and-blood rabbits may vary, but their variations are always to be seen as flawed deviations from the ideal essence of rabbit.

How desperately unevolutionary that picture is! The Platonist regards any change in rabbits as a messy departure from the essential rabbit, and there will always be resistance to change - as if all real rabbits were tethered by an invisible elastic cord to the Essential Rabbit in the Sky. The evolutionary view of life is radically opposite. Descendants can depart indefinitely from the ancestral form, and each departure becomes a potential ancestor to future variants. [...]

On the 'population-thinking' evolutionary view, every animal is linked to every other animal, say rabbit to leopard, by a chain of intermediates, each so similar to the next that every link could in principle mate with its neighbours in the chain and produce fertile offspring. You can't violate the essentialist taboo more comprehensively than that. And it is not some vague thought-experiment confined to the imagination. On the evolutionary view, there really is a series of intermediate animals connecting a rabbit to a leopard, every one of whom lived and breathed, every one of whom would have been placed in exactly the same species as its immediate neighbours on either side in the long, sliding continuum. Indeed, every one of the series was the child of its neighbour on one side and the parent of its neighbour on the other. Yet the whole series constitutes a continuous bridge from rabbit to leopard - although, as we shall see later, there never was a 'rabbipard'. There are similar bridges from rabbit to wombat, from leopard to lobster, from every animal or plant to every other.

-- Richard Dawkins, The Greatest Show on Earth (2009), chapter 2

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I'm looking for plastic polygon tiles, the kind they used in elementary school math class, but none of the ones I can find online are gonna work for my purposes. I don't need rhombuses or trapezoids or rectangles, I need a set of regular polygons from 3 to 8, all with the same side lengths, but I can't find heptagons anywhere! This would be trivial if I had access to a 3D printer, I could just make my own, but I don't, so I can't. I'm working on a project which requires having a ton of each shape, and my attempts to make them out of construction paper have been shoddy at best; even using a protractor and compass I can't get the sides and angles just right, they're all slightly wonky, they don't tessellate the way I need them to. I require a level of precision that I am incapable of doing myself. Does anyone know where I can special order the tiles I need? Preferably all in specific colors, but if not I'll take anything I can get and then prime and paint them myself. I need triangles, squares, pentagons, hexagons, heptagons, and octagons. They don't even teach heptagons in school...

[rastronomicals]

1:43 PM EST February 22, 2024:

Boards of Canada - "Triangles & Rhombuses" From the album Music Has the Right to Children (April 20, 1998)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What if there was a war between triangles and rhombuses who would win (they are allowed to use guns btw)

There is an infinite supply of triangles and infinite demand for rhombi and we can't stop them from taking as many guns as they want.

[unclefredandjohnnierutter]

#27: The Deadly Device

You’re smart enough to know what’s going to happen if you don’t stop.

A Nancy Drew inspired playlist // listen here

Tracklist and more below ↓

Featuring:

Pocket Calculator - Kraftwerk

Scientist - The Dandy Warhols

Electrocution - Automatic

In Cold Blood - alt-J

Industry - Mount Kimbie and Kai Campos

You Lose! - Magdalena Bay

Disposable Parts - Enon

Digital Witness - St. Vincent

Rest My Chemistry - Interpol

Progress - Public Service Broadcasting and Tracyanne Campbell

A Brain in a Bottle - Thom Yorke

Hacker - Death Grips

Triangles & Rhombuses - Boards of Canada

Floored - Sextile

Faraday Cage - Elliot Moss

Blinking Screens - Superhumanoids

Outside of Space and Time - David Byrne and St. Vincent

Genres include beep boop early synth, industrial adjacent rock, and some certified science music

In the past when I would play this game I enjoyed the science elements like mixing chemicals and the 3d printing but having a degree in the sciences makes me want more, theres so many cool things they couldve added let me do more lab work pleaseee

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Create Interactive Canvas Particles - js-particles-factory.js

js-particles-factory is a JavaScript library for creating and animating particles on HTML canvas elements. It uses a throttled framerate based on requestAnimationFrame for smooth performance. The library generates floating, interactive particles with customizable shapes, sizes, and behaviors. Users can define various particle shapes, such as circles, squares, rhombuses, hexagons, triangles, or…