#occams laser

[epically-epic-epicosity]

[authenticalt]

Just impulse bought two separate vinyls and I'm very happy about it :]

[gameclam4]

april chart

[mathpumamusic]

15-2-2024

[Vulfpeck] "Schvitz" : It's a new album, and so the songs haven't had the requisite time to burrow into my brain for all time, but I think this album was slightly less tight than a lot of their previous work. [Occams Laser] "Odyssey of Noise Vol. II" : Excellent running music, and a fun blend of listener-friendly synths. [Arch Echo] "Final Pitch" : Happy shredding, although if any of these songs will join "Immediate Results" in the endless-replay hall of fame remains to be seen. [mouse on the keys] "an anxious object" : Given the mastery of the mixing and production, mouse on the keys could have created the crunchiest and nastiest jazz album, but disappointingly felt constrained to the limits of consonant town. [Faux Plums] "In Tongues" : It's goofy, it's wistful, and it reminds me of high-school. [El Tigr3] "Man-Eater" : While the aesthetic of "cyber-badass" is mostly what El Tigr3 goes for, I think some of their best work tends to be more pensive, or at least restrained. [Vulfpeck] "Thrill of the Arts" : It is indeed a thrill! [Shubh Saran] "Hmayra" : Pleasantly Jazzy and folky at the same time, this whole album is great to listen to once in a while. [The Breathing Effect] "Mars Is A Very Bad Place For Love" : I had found the album through the song "Visions" being served to me on the weekly finds, but listening through the album as an entire cohesive piece is a beautiful experience.

[thefreaklovesmusic]

Occams Laser - The Divine Trilogy [Nine Circles / Purgatory / Ascension]

[aardvaark]

your philosopher has a razor? kinda weak tbh

[haveyouheardthisband]

[deusvervewrites]

Saiyan: So who among the HPSC would be a ki user? Given the increase in knowledge about ki in certain circles, especially after the MLA���s collapse and the exposure of the Crane School, they could certainly start to train some of their heroes into ki wielders.

Well the Crane School as a thing is separate from Ki. Like, a group of assassin martial artists is so old news it's literally been a thing since ancient times. Not to mention that Ki isn't a power you just get. It's something that requires dedicated training. Unless you're some aliens but it do be like that.

Especially with the advent of Quirks. From their perspective, what's more likely? That this secret clan of killers learned how to magically make the energy in their bodies into laser beams, or Quirks? By Occam's razor, the first suggest would be laughed out in seconds.

If something was going to tip off the HPSC that Ki exists, it's Icho. But even if they wanted to train Heroes in Ki, the HPSC has no idea how Ki works--if they picked up on it existing at all--so it's not really feasible. They're bureaucrats, not martial artists.

[pigeonflavouredcake]

Miscellaneous Laws and Philosophies

This is another grimoire extract featuring a compiled list of philosophies, paradoxes, laws of life and physics.

Some of these might be particularly helpful to your practice if you wish to apply them, for example the philosophy of similarity or Newton's laws of motion. Or perhaps you’re like me and just find them interesting to list -some of these, I will admit, I chose to include for a bit of a giggle.

-Absurdism: The philosophical theory that life is absurd with no meaning or higher purpose and can not be understood by reason.

-Acton’s Dictum: Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.

-Backwards Law: The harder you try the less likely you are to succeed. In psychology, this is also called the ironic process theory.

-Brandolini's Law: The amount of energy needed to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than the amount it took to produce it.

-Buttered Cat Paradox: Cats always land on their feet. Buttered toast always lands butter side down. If you tape a slice of buttered toast to a cat what will happen when you drop them?

-Catch-22: A situation in which someone is in need of something that can only be had by not being in need of it.

-Clarke's Laws:

The Old Scientist: When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, they are almost certainly right. When they say that something is impossible they are very probably wrong.

Possibility: The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little ways past them into the impossible.

Magic: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

-Finagle's Law: An addition to Murphy’s law “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong” will at the worst possible moment.

-Gibson's Law: For every PhD there is an equal and opposite PhD.

-Hanlon’s Razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity. Or, do not invoke conspiracy as explanation when ignorance and incompetence will suffice, as conspiracy implies intelligence.

-Hedonism: A group of philosophical theories centred around pursuing and defining pleasure, referring to both large activities like sex or recreational drugs and small activities like reading a good book or watching a sunset.

-Humphrey’s Law: Conscious attention to a task normally performed automatically can hinder its performance.

-Ironic Process Theory: The psychological process whereby an individual’s deliberate attempts to suppress certain thoughts makes those thoughts more persistent.

-Lem’s Law: No one reads; if someone does read, they do not understand, if they do understand, they immediately forget.

-Muphry’s Law: If you write anything criticising, editing, or proofreading, there will be a fault of some kind in what you have written (the name is a purposeful misspelling of Murphy's law).

-Murphy’s Law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

-Newton’s Flaming Laser Sword: What cannot be settled by experiment is not worth debating.

-Newton’s Laws of Motion:

Law of Inertia: Objects will stay in rest or in motion unless an outside force causes a change.

F = ma: Force = mass x acceleration meaning the acceleration of an object depends on the object's mass and the force acting upon it.

Action and Reaction: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction meaning when two objects meet each other they apply force to one another that are equal in magnitude but in the opposite direction.

-Nihilism: Based on the rejection of religious and moral principles and the belief that life is meaningless. Many people see nihilism as depressing and nihilistic people as miserable and annoying, that may be true for some but nihilism also provides the freedom to create and express yourself without social boundaries. There are two types of nihilists: those who say “life is meaningless so why bother?” and those who say “life is meaningless so why not?”.

-Occam's Razor: The philosophical principle that the simplest explanation is usually the best one. When presented with two competing hypotheses that have the same prediction, one should choose the hypothesis with the least variables and assumptions.

-Papert’s Principle: Some of the most crucial steps in mental growth are based not simply on acquiring news skills, but on acquiring new administrative ways to use what one already knows.

-Paradox of Hedonism: When one pursues happiness itself, one is miserable; but, when one pursues something else, one achieves happiness.

-Philosophy of Similarity: Based on the degree of resemblance objects have to one another using their shared properties. This is built on recognising certain patterns like colour or taste and then comparing them to others.

-Rothbard’s Law: Everyone specialises in their own area of weakness.

-Sagan Standard: Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

-Solipsism: The philosophical view that the self or the mind is the only thing that is known to exist and anything outside of that is unsure and undefined.

-Stein's Law: If something can not go on forever, it will stop. If a trend can not go on forever, there is no need to make it stop, much less make it stop immediately; it will stop of its own accord.

[octoberobserver]

Salvation Lets Their Wings Unfold - Good Omens Fix-It Fic (1/2)

(Read on ao3)

Aziraphale. What is it you want?

And really, for once, the answer was simple.

~*~

“Here I thought I was the one who did the rescuing.”

My God was Anthony J. Crowley a sight for sore eyes.

It had been thirteen months, two weeks, five days, 47 minutes and 16 seconds since Aziraphale had last seen him, but it had felt like an eternity.

They had had much longer breaks from one another over their six millennia, true, but this time. This time felt different.

Don’t think about why, don’t think about why, don’t think—

His heart fluttered quite humanly in his chest as he drank in every inch of him. Here he was. His best friend in the entire history of existence. Finally. Standing motionless mere feet from him in the middle of Heaven, a lovely dark contrast to the empty white, with his fiery hair, golden eyes, and lithe form, surrounded by a circle of—

“Oh bugger,” he gasped as he realised why Crowley was standing so unnaturally still.

There, boxing him in on all sides—at his feet, hovering mid-air at waist height, eye level and above his head—lay dozens of small glass vases of holy water. Dangerously full and lined up like the transparent bars of a giant, floating cage.

Panicking, Aziraphale tried to race over to him only to abruptly slip, arms flailing as he narrowly avoided falling.

“Yeah,” Crowley grimaced as he struggled to right himself. “The entire floor is doused in holy water too. Save for this lovely 10x10 patch I’m standing in.”

Halting a safe distance, Aziraphale’s brain fired on all cylinders as he fought to come up with a plan.

Hmm. Occam’s Razor?

He waved a hand to simply miracle the vases away, only to predictably be denied.

“Miracle blocker,” Crowley gestured to a large, rectangular frame above their heads.

It was a thin, silvery-blue that resembled a laser beam from those human spy films that he had dragged him to once or twice. The one where the brunet actor did loads of running and jumping from helicopters and hanging from ceilings and the like.

My, my. Things have gotten very ostentatious in the last eighty years.

“Oh, fuck,” Aziraphale groused aloud, running a hand through his hair.

“Swearing in Heaven, Aziraphale? That’s gotta be sacrilege,” Crowley smirked before his whole body deflated with a sigh. “What are you doing here anyway? Your office nearby, is it?”

He sounded weary, too tired to be snarky in a way that sounded far too foreign to Aziraphale’s ears.

“I-I’m here for you, of course,” he retorted, ignoring the hurt seeping into his veins at his lacklustre demeanour.

“Right,” Crowley sniffed, his glasses-free eyes narrowed.

An awkward beat of silence hung over them as Aziraphale tried to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay. Let’s um, let’s try this, shall we?”

“Yep,” Crowley replied airly, popping the ‘p’. “Might as well.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Aziraphale slowly reached out to one of the nearest vials, his fingers half an inch from touching it.

“Careful, ange—” Crowley cleared his throat, his gaze trailing the vial as Aziraphale managed to oh so gently push it out of the way, it floating a safe distance from either one of them now.

“Okay, so, no alarm bells at that,” he looked around them as if someone, somewhere, was about to jump out at any moment. “Let’s keep going.”

He worked slowly and methodically, deftly moving each and every vase several metres away from him, starting at his feet and working his way up.

“So, Metatron’s insane,” he informed him lightly if only to distract him.

Crowley snorted.

“Yeah, I kinda got that when he had me abducted and imprisoned for trying to save humans from an army of the dead.”

Aziraphale winced. The Second Coming had been…eventful thus far, to say the least. Even with all his suggestions and outreach and spirited optimism, it had all fallen rather on deaf ears. Metatron had a vision, as it were. A vision that Aziraphale vehemently opposed.

Crowley was right…

Shaking his head, he willed himself to focus. Freeing Crowley from this death trap was far more important than absolving himself of his guilt.

Gritting his teeth and steadying his hands, he began moving two vials hovering close to his thigh, only for his knuckle to accidentally bump against one.

They both gasped as the vial edged up dangerously close to Crowley’s hip. Aziraphale’s other hand veered out, clutching his hip bone tight and shielding him from it, it bouncing up against his ring finger instead, the tiniest droplet wetting his skin.

“H-Holy shit,” Crowley breathed shakily before chuckling nervously at his accidental pun.

“The holiest,” Aziraphale shot back, his heart in his throat as he very carefully pushed the vase away, his fingers brushing against the fabric of Crowley’s waistband.

He watched as Crowley’s throat worked, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took as deep a breath as he could.

They didn’t need to breathe, celestial beings. But Aziraphale could understand the comfort of it and had indulged in it on more than one occasion himself.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think—

He breathed in.

“Nearly there,” he said quietly, forcing himself to remove his hand from his hip and carefully pushing away five vases that were floating near his collarbone with a sweep of his arm.

“Uh huh,” Crowley replied stiffly, his eyes slits as the little vessels of death bobbed away like rubber ducks in bathwater.

They were down to the last dozen now, most of them a ring around Crowley’s face and head like a macabre facsimile of a halo.

Steadying his hands, Aziraphale reached up, parting four vases (that blocked Crowley’s eyes, cheeks and jaw) like curtains. His stomach swooped when his face was finally fully visible for the first time in over four-hundred days.

“Hi,” he breathed out.

“Hi,” Crowley murmured, his gaze noticeably staring at some point over Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Uh, not to rush you or anything, but I’m pretty sure Michael is going to pop up any second now and put a dent in our great escape plan.”

Aziraphale nodded, clearing his throat. “Right, right you are. Let me just…”

He leaned up on his tiptoes and swept the vials bouncing by Crowley’s hair and ear, the final three floating away to join the others.

A beat of silence draped over them as they avoided eye contact.

“Well, what now?” Crowley eventually asked as he outstretched his arms for likely the first time in several hours. “We can’t fly out of here. And the entire floor is soaked. Don’t suppose you have a mop and bucket on you, do you?”

Aziraphale glanced around the vast void, despite knowing it was fruitless. There was nothing. No material objects anywhere. As per usual. Just one of the many things he had tried to rectify in vain during his time here.

“Right, okay, right,” he said more to himself than Crowley, summoning every speck of his courage. “We’re just going to have to do this the human way.”

Crowley’s eyebrows shot up.

“‘The human way?’ Do you actually have a mop and buck—”

Before he could blink, Aziraphale swept his knees out from under him, scooping him up in his arms and holding him close to his chest.

“There we go,” he murmured, his lips mere inches from his cheek. “I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here.”

Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as Crowley grumbled something under his breath (that sounded like ‘humiliating’) before reluctantly wrapping his arms around his neck, Aziraphale tightened his grip around his back and began carefully crossing the wide, open space.

He took slow, measured steps across the slippery floor, painfully aware of every inch of space where their bodies met. His heart, far too human after all these years, hammered in his chest, pounding in his ears in time with his pace as he tried to ignore that any slip-up (pun intended) would cause the destruction of his very favourite being in the entire universe.

So instead, Aziraphale focused on how he could feel little puffs of breath against his neck and Crowley’s fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt collar, no doubt wrinkling it but not caring in the slightest.

His stomach rolled as he was vividly reminded of the last time Crowley gripped the material of his jacket and pulled him in to kis—

His left foot slid ever so slightly forward, causing him to stumble.

Crowley squawked in fright, his fingers digging painfully into his shoulders.

“S-Sorry,” he gasped out, gritting his teeth in determination.

It felt like forever and a day to cross the clinically white void between the makeshift prison and Heaven’s lift back down to Earth. He kept his gaze trained dutifully ahead throughout, not trusting himself to look at Crowley while he held him closer than he ever had before.

Well. Except for that one time…

“Here we are,” he exhaled as he halted at the thankfully-dry lift entrance, gently placing Crowley down in front of it and watching as he straightened up and smoothed out in clothes, his eyes carefully adverted.

“They took my glasses,” he muttered darkly, still squinting in the harsh light. “And the stupid bloody miracle blocker is still on. Don’t suppose I can just shut my eyes and—”

Aziraphale reached into his breast pocket and held out a pair of shades for him to take, his own eyes carefully focused on a non-existent speck on the ultra-white floor.

A beat of silence followed.

Two.

Thre—

“You…” Crowley cleared his throat before gently taking the glasses out of his grip, his fingers brushing the back of his hand.

Aziraphale held his breath for reasons he couldn’t explain.

“Thank you, ange—uh,” Crowley slipped the glasses on, clearing his throat again. “Well, you know.”

“You’re welcome.”

With that, he pressed the lift button and waited. Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel him watching him for a moment before he, too, faced the doors.

After what surely was eons, they finally opened, revealing, thankfully, an empty lift.

“Right, shall we?” Aziraphale gestured. “After you.”

Crowley shuffled in and leaned back against the railing, folding his arms. Once the doors closed with a soft snap, he turned to him, eyebrow arched.

“Does this seem a little too…easy to you?”

Aziraphale frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Crowley shrugged, brow furrowed.

“I dunno, it’s just…Metatron lured me all the way here—”

“I thought you said he captured you?”

Something crossed over Crowley’s face at that. Frustratingly, Aziraphale couldn’t read him like his favourite book this time.

“You say potato, I say potah—does anyone actually say ‘potahto?’ I’ve never once heard anyone—” he cut himself off with a half-shrug. “My point is…where is everybody? Why aren’t we being hunted down by furious angels all cross with us for ruining ‘The Great Plan’?”

Aziraphale wrung his hands, fidgeting.

“Well, um. That might be because I trapped most of them in a ring of hellfire until all this could be…resolved?”

Crowley’s jaw dropped.

“Angel, are you telling me you’ve declared war on Heaven?”

His stomach swooped at the sound of his beloved, long-missed nickname that Crowley didn’t seem to realise he had said.

“Well,” he swallowed down the hysterical feeling rising in his chest. “I sort of already did that when I used my Halo to attack Metatron and come find you, so,” he shrugged. “Potato. Potahto.”

The lift dinged, and its doors slid open before Crowley could do more than just gape at him.

“Come along,” he coaxed, though far too nervous to touch him again. “I–I have somewhat of a plan in place. Adam is holding down the fort when it comes to the Second Coming shenanigans. All we have to worry about now is—”

“Metatron,” Crowley finished just as Metatron himself appeared directly in front of them, standing at the doors of A.Z. Fell & Co.

[fearforthestorm]

About zeropoint au; one ship is obviously named based on the scientific principle but why name a ship flaming laser sword????

(very curious just saw the post and would love more info about the au)

the name is from the philosophical razor Newton's Flaming Laser Sword! it's essentially occam's razor taken to a logical extreme - anything that can't be proven isn't worth debating. this is thematically appropriate for Reasons! also Team FLS is a little skeptical, a little untrusting, and a whole lot stubborn, so like, yeah that tracks.

also because "flaming laser sword" sounds like something a ten-year-old would name their imaginary spaceship and that felt hilariously fitting to me.

in my mind (i have written a prologue minific, which I'll post at some point, but this specific scene isn't part of it), the last night before mission launch, the whole Zeropoint team go out one last time for like, a team dinner and some drinks or whatever, and that's when they finally give their ships names. Jamie chooses Uncertainty Principle for the very force they're going to help study, and because this is a mission about pushing the upper limit on their knowledge a little bit further. Legundo chooses Flaming Laser Sword because this is a mission to do the illogical, to prove the unprovable, and they're not here to debate they're here to do. or something like that!

[because--palestine]

Now, What you’re following

That’s idolatry

That’s just fake

And all that wallowing

That you tolerate,

That’s not faith

The kings of colony

Watched autonomy

Make our graves

The kings of colony

Know no policy

Only rape!

Now, Once you fall asleep

It won’t bother you

What they say

But The kings of colony,

While they slaughter,

They Still complain

That we say ‘Please, Collar Me’

still, too solemnly,

still, too plain

All Hail Economy

Praise thee, Pharmacy

Seas in flames

~

They’re buying up Hawaii

and the smoke’s not even cleared

Those vultures smelled the fire

and an enterprise appeared

Investment opportunities

Where melted-down communities

Leave vacant space

that Blackrock has been lusting for for YEARS

The council meets in private

and they don’t discuss survivors

Concerns among construction groups

Are all Lahaina hears

They’ll wander through your city

with this mocking sort of pity

Next to Oprah and her camera crew

Who tour the trail of tears

Where footage flows as freely

as the stream of liquid steel,

and the pools of pure aluminum

that trickled down your wheels

And Biden’s come to say

he knows exactly how it feels;

Cause had a kitchen fire, once,

and had to miss a meal

And people still believe

that piece of shit deserves your vote

Like he’s not why supplies are being

smuggled in by boat

Like he’s not why our citizens

were forced to stay and roast

And he can’t unfreeze your funding, folks,

Cause Azov needs it most

I’ll bet my every dollar

Biden watched it with a smile

I’ll bet he knows the whereabouts

of every missing child

He’s just the kind of man

Who lives to trample something tribal

Collecting culture’s corpses

just to throw them on the pile

Like he and all his buddies

didn’t dream about the day

When those who dared defy the donor class

were cleared away

When home insurance triples

and you can’t afford to stay

And your land falls to the hands of those

whose windfall fanned the flames

The state will take Lahaina,

And they’ll bastardize it’s name

And tourism will swarm it all the same

You see,

The state we left Lahaina

shows the ground rules of the game

the planes that,

in the night,

ignite the plains

And if questions raise

that reckon the potential use of lasers

I suggest you take a closer shave

by way of Occam’s razor

and if those civilians

stood between this country and it’s gains,

then there’s really nothing further to explain

Because, you may know this already,

if you truly know our past,

but this ain’t the first occasion

and it will not be the last

Where Americans are kettled in

and made to bear the blast

Are barricaded in and left for ash

How many In Lahaina, now,

are lying there, awake,

and still can hear the city

we left leveled in our wake

they still hear all the people

that we let the fire take.

Instructed from above

to stay in place

So, look to the horizon,

cause a fire comes for YOU

Desire made incarnate

of the power-hungry few

Who’ve instructed the police

to not let anybody through;

To Barricade them in-

and, so, they do.

[1000punks]

i don't know why, but every time i have writer's block, occams laser is the only effective remedy

writing without occams laser ambience:

writing with occams laser ambience:

i recommend the divine trilogy btw it's based on the divine comedy