Ouch, Dad.

What do you call a talking pigeon?

Hi Coo

What do call a diarrhetic mountain climber?

Hike Ew.

Thank you! Will think how I can reciprocate.

Cheers! More drawings in the same world please?

How is architecture studies treating you? Wonderful whimsical drawing. I’d like to see a higher-Rez photo to appreciate your economy of line and pressure control better. Pilot Razorpoint II? Or something else? Or pencil and my eyes are getting worse?

Because it was a bad joke?

I fully agree /u/UponMidnightDreary 😊

You’re welcome! It’s selfish altruism though. You may have been just argumentative yet I benefit on average more from my assumption than its alternatives.

Yeah, you’re right, it’s a preprint so waiting for the peer-review.

I do and I’m skeptical of these results also (see my comment above). The claims and reported results are significant because their non-invasive nature and accuracy will catch the interest of industry quickly and where capital flows, innovation sometimes follows. Marketers using this to fine tune advertising targeting is just one concerning application.

Not too far.

> The algorithm could then take an fMRI recording and generate a story based on its content, and that story would match the original plot of the podcast or radio show "pretty well," Huth told The Scientist.

> In other words, the decoder could infer what story each participant had heard based on their brain activity.

Today we invented a working air-gapped thought Scanner. Dark timeline we’re accelerating towards.

p.s. Dreamt my penis tore longitudinally from too much sex and then on my birthday only hours before a two day and two hour census lockdown I went to work the day after my birthday and every female co-worker chastely kissed me on the lips once. Meanwhile the badly torn outer fleshy outer part had ripped off entirely during birthday oral sex from a dear pneumatic friend and inside was another penis with a restored foreskin that looked like a freshly pupating moth larvae. While my family enjoyed films and water park entertainments, I went looking for my friends and found an entirely different set of friends having summer drinks at lawn tables outside in the heat of a sun-drenched square. We talked about work. I could not concentrate on the conversation because of my freshly molted penis. The fatty ecdysis responsible for most of its former girth I threw away. When I found my birthday party again, the guests were making memories of our time together in the form of photo collage and mix tape song playlists on their tablets. I woke up as I tried to return to my third floor walk up apartment in a wooden hotel with Amsterdam-narrow steep stairs but before I did, my penis had grown back to its usual size but now sported a fresh fleshy foreskin.

There. Let’s see their machine read that.

A real life “The Secret of NIMH”