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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 20

As is the wont of the universe, another humourous anecdote evapourated into the vacuum. Stoically framed in pensiveness, Marshmallow Addie shook his head in disagreement. Another humourous anecdote dissolved into a puddle of thin gruel which happened to be the state of his sub-conscious at that particular instant. At any particular instant, actually, without loss of too much generality.

Addie stopped dead in his tracks as he ambled aimlessly towards the feeder and slowly retraced his steps back to the house of cards by the fire place. There was an odd periodicity to the events taking place within and he couldn't just drift past them again:

Dr. Hynshystyr J. E. Allenby's Existentialist Tea Party

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby: Pass me a bun

A piece of crumbled Gorgonzola: The object in question or just the taste?

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby (raises eyebrow contemptuously): Are you not aware dear sir, that no bun can have a taste unless it is bitten into? Taste is not a disembodied entity which can be plucked out of its object at will.

The piece of crumbled Gorgonzola (shifts back comfortably into the warm leather couch while nursing a rather well made drink of peach schnapps. And something else.): Ah, and that is where you err, Jerome. You have an a priori notion of the taste having eaten a bun before, so you are in a position to dissociate the two entities.

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby (raises eyebrow even further, so that now, folds that are forming on one side of forehead actually touch each other. Blasted lard based diet!): Yes, but don't you know that each bun is a separate and whole new entity, independent of the previous bun, just like a coin toss?

The piece of crumbled Gorgonzola (its turn to raise an eyebrow, except that it's out of practice and ends up raising both): Coin toss?

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby (Loosens belt a little bit and settles into a more comfortable story telling posture): Yes, one of the odd paradoxes of probability. If I flip a coin nine times and get nine successive heads, the probability of getting heads again on my tenth toss is still half. However, if I look at the entire sequences of ten coin tosses, the probability of getting ten successive heads in a row is one over toot the tent. But, the point is that the tenth toss is still independent of the past nine, despite the fact that it effects the probability when taken in a sequence. Just like the taste of one bun is independent of the taste of the sequence of buns before it.

The piece of crumbled Gorgonzola (pauses for a moment to gather thoughts but decides to chug drink instead): I see a fundamental flaw in that logic even though I can't quite put my finger on it. And I'm not just saying that because I don't have a finger to put on anything. Or for that matter that I don't usually go around tasting coins. No, that definitely sounds wrong to me.

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby (sneers): Nonsense! You have nothing to say to disprove this. My logic is infallible.

The piece of crumbled Gorgonzola: Just like the house of cards you live in.

Dr. H. J. E. Allenby: Exactly. I construct both with my excellent hands. If you don't like it, suite yourself.


Addie giggled and colourfully coughed out the remainder of his breakfast for some reason. Another humeric anec...

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