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That still leaves the question of whether brains should be reduced to atoms or bits unresolved?
Meetup : Dublin
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After a very successful HPMOR wrap party, we've decided to start a regular Dublin meetup group. This is the first meetup, so it'll be fairly unstructured. Expect introductions and ice-breaking, then a broad-ranging discussion on various Lesswrong topics and whatever else people are interested in, plus brainstorming of activities and more structured discussion ideas for future meetups.
I'll be there early with a Lesswrong sign.
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Discussion article for the meetup : Dublin
You can reduce a brain to atoms, and a mind to bits?
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Less Wrong Study Hall - Year 1 Retrospective
I've noticed that the study hall currently has a security problem - It is possible to view the link to the intro document (which contains the password) before entering the password for the room. We just had a confused tinychat user wander in, and I would guess that's how.
I suggest removing the password from the intro document and putting it in one of the lesswrong posts instead. Dealing with random tinychat users is distracting.
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Meetup : Brussels meetup with Cat
I will try to make it if I am not too busy at work!
See also the extra panel (hover onto the red button) in yesterday's SMBC comic.
Umm... how do I use the red button on a mobile device? (I also have this problem with xkcd.)
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Meetup : Less Wrong Dublin
How will people recognise you?
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Rationality Quotes October 2012
"...city law states that 'children under the age of twelve must attend school,' but it never said they had to 'attend school' more than once."
Hermione's mouth moved, but no words came out.
"It's funny, I got an A in my Munchkinry course without ever showing up past the first lesson. All the other students failed."
Well, that was a fun way to spend my Saturday. I haven't had a fanfic monopolize my time this much since Friendship Is Optimal.
Best part so far:
"This is ridiculous," Milo muttered to Hermione, his chess partner. "Skill Ranks in Profession (Chessmaster) have no bearing on one's ability to stomp squishy wizards."
"See, the thing is," Hermione said, "I know what all of those words mean in and of themselves, but the way you string them together... it's like someone handed a book of Mad Libs to a Confunded Troll."
"I'm a Confunded Troll, am I?" Milo asked with a slight edge in his voice. "Well you're blind to the story unfolding before your very eyes."
"Blind?" Hermione asked, a dangerous glint entering her eyes. "No, you're just convinced this is some storybook fairytale land where everything happens for a reason. And not a good reason, mind, but a stupid, trite, clichéd reason."
"Not a story," Milo said, placing his pieces on the board, "an adventure. Completely different school of magic."
"Real life does not have adventures!" Hermione said, her voice growing louder. "It has rules, responsible adults, homework, and grades!"
"I think we've more or less exhausted the possibilities of this conversation," Milo said coolly. "Roll for Initiative, bookworm."
Hermione, playing white, naturally won Initiative. She sent one of her Commoners forwards, breaking their naturally defensive spear-wall and leaving her Aristocrats vulnerable to a cavalry charge from Milo's flanking Knights.
"My left and right Clerics cast Wall of Stone and Flame Strike, respectively," Milo declared, "while the Commoners garrison these towers and ready an action to provide covering fire should any white soldiers enter range of their crossbows. The Knights run up to this position," he placed the two horses near Hermione's Clerics to Attack of Opportunity them should they try to cast anything, "and my Aristocrats take a full defence action."
"Er," Hermione said. "You can only move one piece on your turn."
"Oh, we're tracking individual Initiatives? Okay. In that case, Flame Strike. Let's see some Reflex Saves, now, shall we?"
"Why me?" Hermione asked the air dramatically. "Why? What did I ever do to deserve this? You know what? Here. Just take my tag, I forfeit. It's just not worth it. I'll go play with Neville in the corner." Hermione stalked off as Milo clipped Hermione's tag to his robes under his own.
"One down," he smirked. "Four hundred to go."
"Blimey," said one of Milo's Clerics. "I don't think you quite understand how this works, do you?"
"Holy Crap! You can talk?"
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