"My body is walking in space"
Sep. 19th, 2006 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_keReinstalling my PC was pure hell. First off it wouldn't kick off the updating properly, so I reinstalled it again, and then went to download Service Pack 2 on another comp, burn it and then proceed to install it again. But, of course, I dlled SP2 in English, and it wouldn't run on my comp, cause of language clash. Le sigh. Luckily, it all went rather smoothly from there, apart from the Adobe Reader fiasco - for some reason AR and a tablet don't go well together. I tried to dll AR from the official site and my antivirus claimed it has malicious code in it. x.X Computer logic is not like out earth logic, methinks.
Speaking of logic. Can anyone prove that n^5 - n is divisible by 30? 2 is easy enough, 3, is as well, it's 5 that has me confused.
Oh, and on another completely random note: had this discussion with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
etiunis the other day, and I think we figured out the conceivable mathematics of a foursome (hee, Saiyuki fandom). Obviously, you don't want too many people on one pile, that's just a big fat mess, so you arrange them in pairs. For four people there are twelve possible couples (order counts!), which fit neatly into six days of the week (two couples per day). Sunday can be utilized by skipping to the next town. This also explains just why is the journey taking so damn long. ;P
Serious things stump me, they really do. *scratches head* Hope that turned out alright...
Heero shuddered inwardly. How could Duo voluntarily go outside the protective metal cocoon of the colony, he would never understand. The bastard seemed to enjoy it too, beaming up at the moon and the stars, in between grinning at him. At least he was silent, ignoring him in favour of the astral planes. It suited Heero just fine. The less words, the better.
“You okay?” Duo asked eventually, regarding Heero seriously through the glass of his helmet. The blue-eyed man scowled.
“I’m not exactly inexperienced, you know?”
“At spacewalking, no,” Duo conceded and fell silent. “I’m glad you finally came,” he added eventually.
“I’ve been happy on Earth, I’ll have you know. I like my job and my place was really nice.”
“Like I said you didn’t. Please.”
“I’m perfectly capable of living my life without your so-called help.”
“Probably, yeah.” A minute’s worth of a pause. “I’m still happy you’re here,” he added in that very special voice, which always made Heero shudder. He hated letting the effect show, so he shot Duo a look and shut the conversation functions down. No way in hell he’d admit to being happy here, sitting on the steel plates of L2, next to the infamous God of Death, staring at the infinity of space, with nothing but a flimsy suit protecting him from a cold end.
But of course Duo couldn’t suck it up. “I missed you,” he said quietly. Heero grunted in reply. Missed him? Like hell he did. His life on Earth was perfectly satisfying.
“I hope you’re happy now,” he managed eventually, trying to sound sarcastic instead of curious. Duo laughed.
“I am always happy, don’t you remember?”
“Whatever.” The two fell silent, staring ahead (or sideways, in Heero’s case) like the sky was the most amazing sight in the universe. Perhaps it was. “Why do you like the stars so much?” Heero asked suddenly.
“What?”
“There’s nothing up there that’s worth watching. Billions of tons of burning helium, random chunks of rock, and empty space. Unless you believe in that astrology crap, there’s nothing up there worth attention,” the man persisted. “So why do you spend so much time up here?” And it truly was a lot of time – Duo was on first-name basis with the staff at the gates and had his own suit and related equipment stored in the “strictly off limits to anyone but the staff paid to keep people out of here” section. It surprised Heero, who, for all his abilities and expert training, thought in terms of necessary procedures and rules.
“I find it soothing,” Duo answered eventually, avoiding Heero’s eyes. “Besides, it’s not empty space. There’s plenty of dark matter, molecules, radiation, plasma, gas, debris and a bunch of other stuff.”
“It looks empty to me.”
“Yeah, well. Isn’t it enough that it’s pretty?”
“You don’t stare at things just because they’re pretty.”
“Dude. Is there a better reason to stare at things?” There goes that mad grin again. “You’ve been missing out on life.”
“I don’t stare at things because they’re pretty.”
“You’re staring at me.”
Obviously, it was stupid of him to hope Duo didn’t notice. “You aren’t pretty.”
“Oh, now you’re being mean.”
“You’re not pretty. Relena is pretty. You’re… attractive.” That he had to admit. Duo was a poster boy for attractive. “At best.”
“At best!?” Duo seemed honestly shocked yet amused by the off-hand dismissal of his physical qualities.
“You’re too skinny to be considered pretty by male standards.”
“You ain’t exactly a walking work-out ad, just so you know.” Another long silence descended. “It’s not empty,” Duo said eventually. “It’s a great big bag of shiny sparkly things. Therefore it’s pretty. Therefore it’s worth staring at. As for space – I just feel better without all the Gs weighting me down.”
“You don’t like gravity.” Heero was aware how deadpan his voice sounded, but really, how does a person react to such news?
“Nope. Abhor it with a passion worthy of a better cause. I also dislike dust and the colour blue, cause everybody knows black is much more stylish.” The latter was painfully obvious, to everyone capable of seeing.
“You must be joking,” Heero said, after a five-minute long staring contest.
“I’m dead serious.”
“I’m supposed to believe that you’d rather live on colonies because you can escape gravity here?”
“Yep, that’s about the size of it.” A brief laugh. “It’s home.” The words were almost too quiet for the communicator to pick up.
“By this logic I should be on L1 now,” Heero countered, turning his head. So maybe the stars were pleasant to look at. He was still damn sure he would never come here if the idiot hadn’t dragged him.
“Should you really, Heero?” the idiot asked, looking at him seriously for once.
… Damn the polycarbonate plastic, Heero thought, for ruining the moment.
As it turned out later, it would take more than a helmet to ruin the moment, where Duo Maxwell was concerned.
Speaking of logic. Can anyone prove that n^5 - n is divisible by 30? 2 is easy enough, 3, is as well, it's 5 that has me confused.
Oh, and on another completely random note: had this discussion with
etiunis the other day, and I think we figured out the conceivable mathematics of a foursome (hee, Saiyuki fandom). Obviously, you don't want too many people on one pile, that's just a big fat mess, so you arrange them in pairs. For four people there are twelve possible couples (order counts!), which fit neatly into six days of the week (two couples per day). Sunday can be utilized by skipping to the next town. This also explains just why is the journey taking so damn long. ;PSerious things stump me, they really do. *scratches head* Hope that turned out alright...
Heero shuddered inwardly. How could Duo voluntarily go outside the protective metal cocoon of the colony, he would never understand. The bastard seemed to enjoy it too, beaming up at the moon and the stars, in between grinning at him. At least he was silent, ignoring him in favour of the astral planes. It suited Heero just fine. The less words, the better.
“You okay?” Duo asked eventually, regarding Heero seriously through the glass of his helmet. The blue-eyed man scowled.
“I’m not exactly inexperienced, you know?”
“At spacewalking, no,” Duo conceded and fell silent. “I’m glad you finally came,” he added eventually.
“I’ve been happy on Earth, I’ll have you know. I like my job and my place was really nice.”
“Like I said you didn’t. Please.”
“I’m perfectly capable of living my life without your so-called help.”
“Probably, yeah.” A minute’s worth of a pause. “I’m still happy you’re here,” he added in that very special voice, which always made Heero shudder. He hated letting the effect show, so he shot Duo a look and shut the conversation functions down. No way in hell he’d admit to being happy here, sitting on the steel plates of L2, next to the infamous God of Death, staring at the infinity of space, with nothing but a flimsy suit protecting him from a cold end.
But of course Duo couldn’t suck it up. “I missed you,” he said quietly. Heero grunted in reply. Missed him? Like hell he did. His life on Earth was perfectly satisfying.
“I hope you’re happy now,” he managed eventually, trying to sound sarcastic instead of curious. Duo laughed.
“I am always happy, don’t you remember?”
“Whatever.” The two fell silent, staring ahead (or sideways, in Heero’s case) like the sky was the most amazing sight in the universe. Perhaps it was. “Why do you like the stars so much?” Heero asked suddenly.
“What?”
“There’s nothing up there that’s worth watching. Billions of tons of burning helium, random chunks of rock, and empty space. Unless you believe in that astrology crap, there’s nothing up there worth attention,” the man persisted. “So why do you spend so much time up here?” And it truly was a lot of time – Duo was on first-name basis with the staff at the gates and had his own suit and related equipment stored in the “strictly off limits to anyone but the staff paid to keep people out of here” section. It surprised Heero, who, for all his abilities and expert training, thought in terms of necessary procedures and rules.
“I find it soothing,” Duo answered eventually, avoiding Heero’s eyes. “Besides, it’s not empty space. There’s plenty of dark matter, molecules, radiation, plasma, gas, debris and a bunch of other stuff.”
“It looks empty to me.”
“Yeah, well. Isn’t it enough that it’s pretty?”
“You don’t stare at things just because they’re pretty.”
“Dude. Is there a better reason to stare at things?” There goes that mad grin again. “You’ve been missing out on life.”
“I don’t stare at things because they’re pretty.”
“You’re staring at me.”
Obviously, it was stupid of him to hope Duo didn’t notice. “You aren’t pretty.”
“Oh, now you’re being mean.”
“You’re not pretty. Relena is pretty. You’re… attractive.” That he had to admit. Duo was a poster boy for attractive. “At best.”
“At best!?” Duo seemed honestly shocked yet amused by the off-hand dismissal of his physical qualities.
“You’re too skinny to be considered pretty by male standards.”
“You ain’t exactly a walking work-out ad, just so you know.” Another long silence descended. “It’s not empty,” Duo said eventually. “It’s a great big bag of shiny sparkly things. Therefore it’s pretty. Therefore it’s worth staring at. As for space – I just feel better without all the Gs weighting me down.”
“You don’t like gravity.” Heero was aware how deadpan his voice sounded, but really, how does a person react to such news?
“Nope. Abhor it with a passion worthy of a better cause. I also dislike dust and the colour blue, cause everybody knows black is much more stylish.” The latter was painfully obvious, to everyone capable of seeing.
“You must be joking,” Heero said, after a five-minute long staring contest.
“I’m dead serious.”
“I’m supposed to believe that you’d rather live on colonies because you can escape gravity here?”
“Yep, that’s about the size of it.” A brief laugh. “It’s home.” The words were almost too quiet for the communicator to pick up.
“By this logic I should be on L1 now,” Heero countered, turning his head. So maybe the stars were pleasant to look at. He was still damn sure he would never come here if the idiot hadn’t dragged him.
“Should you really, Heero?” the idiot asked, looking at him seriously for once.
… Damn the polycarbonate plastic, Heero thought, for ruining the moment.
As it turned out later, it would take more than a helmet to ruin the moment, where Duo Maxwell was concerned.
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Date: 2006-09-19 12:52 am (UTC)*I only got six combos out of 4 people...*
Reinstalling sucks even when you have all the updates.
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Date: 2006-09-19 02:42 pm (UTC)It is 6, when the order doesn't matter. Here it does. *evil grin* You know, oooorderrrr? AxB versus BxA? There is this mathematical formula to back my theory. *goes digging*
Tell me about it. x____X
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Date: 2006-09-19 03:06 pm (UTC)And I realized that just before I went to bed that I was lacking in the reading comprehension department. My bad.
And GW=algebra
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Date: 2006-09-19 10:12 pm (UTC)GW was designed by Math freaks, I swear to god. 1x2 = 2x1 - R + H / 13x11^6x9 *headdesk*
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Date: 2006-09-19 09:21 am (UTC)I'm going to have that song in my head all day. ^_^
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Date: 2006-09-19 03:04 pm (UTC)