I caught that reference to
Alien Dice in there... It does move slowly, but it does move.
.... Alien Dice reference? Where?
If I made one it would have been purely coincidental... Not because I don't read it (I have done)... but rather because it was one of the least memorable webcomics I have ever bothered to read through. Calling anything I had said an "Alien Dice reference" would be like calling bat-wings a "bird reference".
That said... if it was someone else then... fair enough, ignore that little counterjustification. ^_^
The simple answer: "Don't think."
Perhaps it's a Zen koan in disguise, meant to confuse the intellect into seeing the futility of concrete ideas, or however it was phrased.
Admittedly, since I first made this thread I have come to grudgingly accept the possibility of paradox as an actual mode of operation in "reality"... thus finalising the complete dissolution of "knowledge" as I know it.
That said... I think you might possibly be reading into things far too much. You aren't an English-teacher / Professional Critic or something, are you?
I usually keep Ockham's Razor in one hand to assume the simplest explanation for any given situation... which generally means assuming other people aren't as smart as you give them credit for... ^_^
FYI: I've also been diagnosed with Asperger's.
... Care to join project "Selective Pressure" then? It is my personal plan to force Evolution back into effect by systematically eradicating all the non-autistic people on the planet over the course of several generations.
Perhaps if this wears thin, Simpson will begin to age the kids. Currently, I'm satisfied with them not aging, though something in me desires some romance between Ozy and Millie.
Your Ind-Ins ... Individual Instinct... as I call it. I'd compare it to Freud's "ID", for lack of a shorter explanation.
Romance be damned, my Ego would rather paradox were avoided where possible.
Also, you liked
poking anthills with a stick and picking at scabs when you were a kid, didn't you? (Link comes courtesy of
Catena)
When I see these posts picking at what I see as trivial details, I think of this.
(Go ahead... Click the links... You know you want to...)
... When I was a kid?
Even now I rip my scabs off, secure in the knowledge that my subconscious bodily functions are doomed to lose the war of attrition against my conscious will eventually.
As for the ants...
Poking with sticks is beneath me. I have eradicated countless ant-nests with kettles full of boiling water (and occasionally aerosol-flamethrowers)... and eradicated a goodly number of Red Ants on their mating day (once a year) with gratuitous application of steam (and aerosol-flamethrower) to kill them mid-flight (and mid-coitus).
It isn't just the need to aggravate: after that incident when I was very much younger and found a discarded frying pan to use as a cricket bat, then having walked into the field with it held over one shoulder ended up with a top full of red ants and bites.... Let us just say my retribution was immensely satisfying.
Basically.... yeah. I'll flog the dead horse into soup.
