Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Apologies

Sorry for the long posts. Two in a row, no less.

How about you jerks getting adult-sized attention spans?

As you were....

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

wtf?

Spiros said...

Just joking with a few wiseacre regulars.

Anonymous said...

I want more posts! I can't get enough Spiros....

Anonymous said...

best phil blog ever

Anonymous said...

Spiros, LOL. ROTFL.

Anonymous said...

TLDR

Anonymous said...

What I noticed is the two (now three) posts in a row that don't mention metal or someone dying.

PA said...

"How about you jerks getting adult-sized attention spans?"

You want our attention? How about a little less Academic Hell/Philosophy Smoker whining and a little more Doom (and maybe, just maybe, a little more Public Philosophy). Just saying.

Spiros said...

PA,

Message received. "Philosophy Smoker whining." Classic.

Anonymous said...

Love the academic hell posts
More, more, more!

Anonymous said...

Metal and people who are dead. What else is an anonymous blogger who is David Chalmers supposed to blog about?

Anonymous said...

3pm:

Really???????

Anonymous said...

I'd love to know who Spiros is. Will we ever know?

Anonymous said...

I can't prove it, but Spiros doesn't exist.

PA said...

@anons 3:00 + 9:39

Hold it, does that mean that David Chalmers doesn't exist? Then who is that rather hirsute fellow who regularly hangs about the APA?

Anonymous said...

Anon 10:19,

Oh, come on. That's just asking for it. The guy at the APA is a David Chalmers zombie.

*covers face with hands to ward off rotten fruit*

Verification word: 'logica'

PA said...

But if David Chalmers doesn't exist, how can anybody (anything?) be his zombie?

Anon 7:05 said...

Oh, look, you're not anonymous at all....

PA,

You see, Chalmers used to exist, but his neurons were replaced, one by one, with artificial circuits until he faded out of existence, to be replaced by his zombie.

Anonymous said...

Not Chalmers.

Anonymous said...

C'mon the only way this could be Chalmers is if he were one-half of the heir of a Parfitian zombie writing like C-guy on one side of the transformation and like S-guy on the other. Both mindless, of course.

(Though both quite enjoyably blogfully mindful of the intelligibility of discourse, of course, in a functional way indistinguishable from real mindfulness. Oh man, that hurt my mind even trying to say it. Though I'm trusting the raw feels of hurt to believe I have a real mind myself. And I probably shouldn't.)