» God

We are religion...
Back when I was but a mere student of physics (as opposed to now when I have nothing to do with my chosen academic subject) a few of us decided to take a break from our usual distracted pondering (e.g. taking the piss out of the art students in the next block while playing online games rather than work on our coursework) we started pondering the uncertainty principle. This was bread and butter to one chap who wanted to go on to study quantum teleportation (and did as far as I know, PhD by now most likely), and essentially worked out as the following:

You can know the position of an object or its velocity but not both at once when you start getting seriously accurate about it.

The uncertainty principle, while sounding cool, means that anything may or may not exist.

The act of observation changes that being observed.

Hideously flawed though it is, the conclusion reached was that you are god. The only thing that you can conclusively prove exists is yourself, by looking at anything you fix its point and space in the universe and change it to boot! Of course, we all got quite drunk and this theory grew in popularity amongst the class. So remember, the next time a person wants to strike up a conversation about religion remember that you are god, just like everyone else.

On a personal note, I do believe. I believe in myself, love myself, and respect myself. If more people did that and took more responsibility for their own lives they might have better ones.
(Wed 25th Mar 2009, 18:26, More)

» Siblings

To be an older brother (or as they may say an old bother)
First post, short time lurker made up his mind quickly...

I have two younger sisters, one of whom I love dearly and the other I fight with like it was going out of fashion. Many years ago when I was 13 and she was 11 I won an argument with her (not surprising for although she has passion she’s rarely consistent). In an act of vengeance she smeared the contents of a small bottle of vaseline over my bedroom door, sheets, pillowcases, duvet, posters, books, bedside lamp and anything else she could find. She was most impressed, unlike my mother who gave her a right bollocking. Sadly she is still proud of this to this day, bringing it up in family disputes as something I should be fearful of despite me having moved out some months back...

Having said that the other sister did have a habit of trying to flash me until she was nearly in her teens, after which her new game became trying to barge in on myself and my girly at the time to try and catch us doing thing that consenting partners are likely to do in ones bed. This stopped when she started developing an interest in boys and found privacy a very hard thing to come by (the other sister had some payback of her own there to be sure).
(Wed 31st Dec 2008, 17:40, More)