Some photos of the Snakes on a Plane booth at Comic-Con. [link] Basically, their booth is a giant snake that you can walk into, with SoaP-related stuff inside.
You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, really really.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:12:02 am PDT #7668 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
amych - Jul 20, 2006 7:12:03 am PDT #7669 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Nah, the homunculus isn't the theory -- the homunculus is just the little guy, and the word pretty much means "little guy". Also used at around the time to refer to sperm. homunculus, homunculus, homunculus!
§ ita § - Jul 20, 2006 7:15:07 am PDT #7670 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Also used at around the time to refer to sperm.
Are you saying there's jizz in my head?
I never put me into a body in my body. Hmm. Too recursive for me. Who's in the homunculus's head, then?
I remember a friend talking about some wacky scientist or another who'd managed to move the centre of his consciousness into his navel. I'm still not sure I believe that's possible, but then again, I'm sense-bound. What if I were blind and deaf? Would I still be in my head?
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:15:35 am PDT #7671 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Huh - homunculus has a lot of meanings: [link] From this, it does sound like one of its meanings is the theory:
Today the term is used in a number of ways to describe systems that are thought of as being run by a "little man" inside. For instance, the homunculus continues to be considered as one of the major theories on the origin of consciousness, that there is a part (or process) in the brain whose purpose is to be "you".
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:16:41 am PDT #7672 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Who's in the homunculus's head, then?
That's totally the major criticism of that idea.
Are you saying there's jizz in my head?
No, each sperm has a little guy in it....
Aims - Jul 20, 2006 7:17:19 am PDT #7673 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Who's in the homunculus's head, then?
Maybe we're all just a bunch of Russian nesting dolls.
Fred Pete - Jul 20, 2006 7:17:23 am PDT #7674 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.
Who's in the homunculus's head, then?
And who's in the homunculus that's in the homunculus's head? And who's in the...
It's like seeing yourself in two mirrors that are facing each other. Like the ones in the bathroom in my freshman dorm.
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:18:05 am PDT #7675 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I remember a friend talking about some wacky scientist or another who'd managed to move the centre of his consciousness into his navel. I'm still not sure I believe that's possible, but then again, I'm sense-bound. What if I were blind and deaf? Would I still be in my head?
Another fascinating subject. I think the ancient Greeks thought the center of one's consciousness is in one's chest.
§ ita § - Jul 20, 2006 7:20:00 am PDT #7676 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think the ancient Greeks thought the center of one's consciousness is in one's chest.
Could they feel themselves thinking there? Of course, I'm not sure I can feel myself thinking, but you know what I mean. It's not like (I think (or do I?)) that anyone told me where my consciousness was.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jul 20, 2006 7:20:06 am PDT #7677 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I'd never really thought of that before, but I suppose my impression of the "location" of my self is just behind the eyes, handily near the center of my brain.
I read a few months back about some scientist who did research on near-death experiences and theorized that our brains are merely receivers for information and thoughts that originate on some other plane of existence. Because our brains don't have the physical capacity to store all the sensory information that we accumulate in a lifetime.
Dude, I can't remember what I had for lunch the day before yesterday. I seriously doubt that the amount of info I'm retaining is overloading the brain's storage capacity.