Like many such beverages, this show is moderately fizzy and leaves a slightly synthetic aftertaste.

We generate a magnetic force which is carcinogenic to the elf-lords and their underlings.

This becomes clear if we ask a simple question like: what fraction of the mathematical multiverse consists of worlds that contain nothing but a single three-dimensional cube?

Granted, maybe such zombies can’t exist in the actual world: maybe, if you tried to create one, God would notice its large Φ-value and generously bequeath it a soul.

Let us now turn to another example of a counterintuitive prediction for which we may already have some suggestive evidence, namely that certain kinds of 2D grids may be conscious.

You can smell a rose, and the rose can smell good, but that doesn’t mean the rose can smell you.

The dog, for the record, received the most applause during the curtain calls at the preview performance I saw.

The shows might as well be broadcast from another universe, one where nobody ever had body odor or crook-teeth or a dead mouse caught in their hair.

Luboš at least upgraded me from “moral trash” to a “mad engineer.”