Good Sometime*, Gentlepeople**
How are things today at humbre's ashram of advanced mechanics, I wonder.
(*well, it's afternoon to me, **and I don't know your sex, although I think that most 'girls' have better things to do than argue about their toys!)
Lets see how Humber refutes this analogy (I'll even take him off ignore, temporarily):-
I just love to say "I told you so". Great answer the Master gave, wasn't it?
See, I was right, humbre always takes the ground's point of view as the only valid one. He just can't understand how anyone could think differently.
Everything has the common reference of the ground, unless you're out in space, in which case gravity no longer attracts the mass that becomes the weight to provide the friction to supply the force which can't accelerate the cart, so the treadmill is invalid.
Yes, or any train of linguistic doodling that ends up "so the treadmill is invalid". That last paragraph is ace - there's an alternative children's nursery rhyme in there if anyone's got a cruel streak and hates their kids enough. It might need tweaking a bit, but you're definitely onto one. You know the kind of thing: the first verse starts off with a short statement that ends up "so the treadmill is invalid", and then each round works backwards, adding another line, like
The Twelve Days of Christmas, or
There Was an Old Woman (who swallowed a fly...).
Cool. I got a tick from Humber! I will treasure this. Is there a T-shirt I can buy?
Yes, but you have to put it on backwards.
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SOS SOS SOS ... what the hell am I doing here!
I
know!...?
Regarding that question of what humber is doing, and what we're doing, I agree that it's a mix of being wrong, trying to cover his wrongness, not understanding why he's wrong, having learned some of why he's wrong, having a very narcisistic personality, delusions, poor education, etc., and one big thing that's missing (although covered by the personality disorder details if one looks at DSM) is pure unadulterated jealousy.
One principle in my therapy training that's useful is that at some level, we never really grow up. Our games are still very like those of children. Someone's got a cool toy cart (Spork & Co, as humber calls them), and everyone on the street is amazed and can't believe it does the virtually useless fun thing it does, but they eventually come round to seeing that it does do that, learning a lot of physics in the meantime, while humber stands on the street corner shouting abuse.
It doesn't do what Spork & Co says it does, because he didn't invent it, hasn't got one, can't be bothered to build one, and couldn't get his head round the physics on the first day. Thereafter, he just comes out to watch it NOT go. Now we're probably all enjoying the war games much more, and the cart is just there, slightly neglected, as a symbol of our feud.
Over the weeks we tried to explain how the toy works by reference to other well-known ones, but he just shouted across the street that
if we had a hot-air balloon, or a train, or a boat, or a ball, or a gun and bullets, or an elevator, or a treadmill, or a moving walkway, or a rocket, or a fishtank, or any fish, or a propeller, or a flywheel, or a wheel...(not a complete list, I'm sure)...or
any other toys,
they wouldn't do what they're supposed to do either.
We didn't listen properly when our teachers (Galileo, Newton, etc.) tried to explain things to us. He's read them in the original Hebrew, and knows what the true message was. We didn't listen at school. Our dads are rubbish. Etc. Then we go in for tea.
But this thread isn't supposed to be about personality disorders, humber or carts.
