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You don't know for certain where it is, but you know it exists somewhere within the neighbourhood. Whenever you try and find it, it is moved to another location, forever eluding you.
But you know it's one damned good party.
Weigh your own head
Weigh_20your_20own_20head
The hook for me [stupop, Dec 10 2004]
[link]
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Aha ha a haha ha haha (-) |
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I thought this was going to be a discussion of the recent election. |
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I'm not sure about this one. |
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But surely you could find it? It's just that you wouldn't know if it was going to last all night.
"Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal": man of mystery |
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And if you do find it, you can't
quite work out if it's a good party
or a bad one. |
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Yawn, sounds like a bit of a Bohr to me. |
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If you ever do get there, when the host asks if you want red or white wine you simultaneously collapse, having already drunk both. |
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Walking home, still feeling a little groggy, you find that while you are able to determine how fast you are walking, you have absolutely no idea where you are. |
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No, I didn't call the party chairman a bison |
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Sounds like a frat boy's hell. |
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To be a pun, this would have to be the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal. And that would be baked in every high school |
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No - yabba, whatever - a pun would be, well, like a "pun" and this isn't.
"party" - "principle" - see? Not a pun. Not even close. And that would be "it *is* lame" - which it isn't. [+] |
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[m-f-d] pun, no idea, or magic. Take your pick. I'm sure you can surmise why it's a pun. No idea, in that this in no way whatsoever explains the mechanics that would generate such an incident. Magic, because: //whenever you try and find it, it is moved to another location, forever eluding you// |
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Who around here doesn't understand "pun"? "humorous use of a word in such a way as to suggest two or more of its meanings or the meaning of another word similar in sound"
Now say "party" then say "principle". See? Not even similar. Not even with a British accent or other speech impediment. |
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Now say "Heisenberg Uncertainty Party" and "Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle" - they sound kind of close, don't you think? Sure, it's a whole phrase not a word, but close enough. Ok, now say hippopotamus ten times fast. |
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Points for the magic. Perhaps the mechanism of movement could work like this: |
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Nobody is told where the party is. You just sort of find it. |
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The person responsible for choosing the varying locations should be separate from the person who decides when the party moves. They cannot communicate. |
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HUP is fulfilled, and drinks are still available in the back. Or the front. Or maybe the basement. |
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[worldengineer] No, really say them "party" then "principle". See - they don't sound even close - what kind of accent do you have? |
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gotta +1 [scuttled] I owe him. |
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[abs] No, I tried that and they don't sound anything alike. Except for the "p" sound at the beginning. You have to say "Heisenberg Uncertainty Party" and "Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle" - then most of it sounds identical. Have you tried the hippopotamus thing? |
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Sounds like you've got "pun" confused with "homonym", [AWOL]. |
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Excuse me....I don't mean to bother you folks, but have you heard anything about a big party in this neighborhood? I'm not really certain about the location.....Or I am, but I don't know the time. Or I don't....Oh, never mind, I'll just stay home tonight. |
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The party is everywhere all the time until it gets really slow at which point it's at my place. |
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Can I just mention that the reason I love this site is that no where else in the world can I find a place where people are willing to make quantum theory puns! |
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Uber geeks! I love this place! |
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Well then, for f***ck's sake Rob, post an idea! You've been lurking long enough! |
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Wait a second. It's (parti)cle. I get it, I finally get it! |
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// runs down the hall screaming, in a completely unpredictable direction// |
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//waves to [theircompetitor] as he runs away, turning red// |
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I don't think it is a pun, but it's certainly more of a pun than an idea. |
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I think it's a conceptual joke. Like the solar flashlight and the dehydrated water, only better because it's nerdy and I haven't really heard it 300 times and I like the annotation puns. |
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I'm thisclose to asking when you have admin powers. And what they are. |
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I went to a party like this last Friday night (or was it Saturday?). At one point I left to go buy more booze. When I came back the party was in the flat below. They were doing unspeakable things to a cat in a box. I left in disgust. I'm still not sure what happened to the cat. |
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Was Schrodinger at the party as well or just his cat? I understand that the cat lived but was killed. |
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I'm afraid to open that door and see what the probability function collapses to. |
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Feels rather Winnie The Poohish to me. |
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I was thinking along similar lines to tc. Has Tony Blair re-named the Labour Party again? |
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I was talking to Blair yesterday, he didn't mention it. |
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[theircompetitor], probably a Bose-Einstein condensate (depending on what's on the stereo...) |
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"Dude, I'm so sorry. I gave your cat
some of the punch and now it's hiding
in the bedroom." |
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"You *what?* Is it okay?" |
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"I don't know. I can't get the door open." |
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This certainly happens near me on Saturday nights but I'm uncertain where. I certainly can't find it to go and have a good time, but it's certainly loud enough to keep me awake. All in all there's certainly a certain amount of uncertaincy about it. Of that I'm..........quite sure. |
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An alternative intepretation of the idea: Invitations are sent out containing approximate information on location fo the party and the time of the party, where % accuracy of location * % accuracy of time=1. Therefore you can know where it is but not when, or when it is but not where. |
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[Absinthe] //Not even with a British accent or other speech impediment.// - just be careful mate.. you're sure to be stepping on a few toes with vitriol like that. |
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erm.. I'm of the opinion that this isn't an idea, or a pun (although [Shapu] and [etherman] introduced a couple of noteworthy contenders) and am surprised it's still around. |
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[neilp] You're right - that was insensitive - I'd like to apologise to any halfbakers with a speech impediment who may rightly have taken offense at my remarks. |
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Wait a minute! Wouldn't the attendance of invitees continually change the momentum of the party, guaranteeing its location knowable? Or something. |
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To all my detractors who are "surpised it's still around", i'll delete this idea once it falls from the top of the pile. |
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[cromagnon] Your suggestion of the people (which are split into various types, those at the top of society, others at the bottom, charming ones, strange ones etc) at the party effecting its momentum and location leads us to wonder if these people congregate due to the force of their shared and fundamental love of cheese-and-pineapple on-sticks.
<rising from somewhere beneath the floor playing an immense pipe-organ in a megalomaniacal manner> If this force could be controlled, we would have the power to control the formation and location of such parties at will!!Ahh hahaha hahahaaa</rising from somewhere beneath the floor playing an immense pipe-organ in a megalomaniacal manner>
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the problem, [scld], is that we won't know, then, unless we look for it |
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sctld, why would you delete an idea which has two giant croissants? |
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Because it also has ten giant votes against. At least 24 people like the idea, which, as Jutta pointed out, is more conecptual than acutal, and they are currently enjoying it. Eventually something new will pop up and they'll be happy with that. In the mean time, this idea, which occupies a grey area in halfbakery, will dissappear from the pile and won't be commented on any longer. So what reason does it have to remain? I might as well please the remaining ten folk and delete the idea. It was only put up as a little joke on the a similar theme to my next idea in any case. |
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Do you really think Halfbakers are really that fickle and easily distracted? This is a well reasoned an...oh look! A pony! |
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//[em] You talk to God?// |
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Yes Bertie Ahern was there too. |
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Don't delete the idea. In my experience the halfbakery has occasionally accepted ideas which fall outside the rules. I think it depends on whether the tone fits in with the personality of the site. I think this one definitely does. One of the first ideas I read on the halfbakery was "Weigh your own head" (link). By rights it should be deleted but it hasn't been and reading it was pretty much what recruited me as a baker. Ignore the pedants. |
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[etherman] Were the bearded brother of beelzebub and Dr. No both at this little gathering aswell? |
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yeah, some of the best ideas on the HB have received there fair share of bones - I did't mean to cause any offence [sctld], don't delete it, 24 buns is a fine total in 5 days. |
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I went to a party to do some 'shrooms and all I got was this lousy 1000 rentgens |
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nielp: No offense caused. I was going to delete the idea anyway, it's all transitive. |
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If we all stop looking at it it will be in a superimposed state of deleted and not-deleted, and so everyone can be happy. |
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Hmm! Metaphysics and unusually good spelling. I wonder where they dumped the body of the real sctld? |
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Funny, I had a dream last night where this guy pretends to loose his balance and fall on me in a restaurant. I’m sitting there, and he’s just crushing me, on purpose! Me, Pluterday! Finally he gets up, and I say, why did you do that? And he launches into this long story of how I’d done something bad at a party ten years ago. Like I remember! But then an awful realization...maybe Christmas hasn’t been discontinued like they say. Maybe there still are parties out there? Can it be? Can it be they’re just not inviting me because I was bad? |
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My position and momentum
are certainly uncertain.
But please don't despair,
The odds are that I'm there.
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[Ling] And the eyes in his head,
See his sphere spinning round. |
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[m-f-d] widely known to exist. When the clubs close at 2 am. |
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//Were the bearded brother of beelzebub and Dr. No both at this little gathering aswell?// |
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No, sadly it was just heads of state, not people with their heads up their arses. |
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I'm ignoring the deletion calls on this one. The idea stays. |
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Nothing to do with the Democratic Party, then? They seem rather uncertain about anything. |
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// Invitations are sent out / where % accuracy of location * % accuracy of time=1. Therefore you can know where it is but not when, or when it is but not where. // [5th Earth] |
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Presumably the distribution of datapoints covers a probabilistic bell curve, such that the majority of potential partygoers arrive in an approximate locality around an approximate time, and wander about aimlessly. As random collisions ("Oh, hi Susan") convert approximation into proximity, perhaps the tenuous cloud will coalesce under the force of mutual attraction ("Oh, HI, Susan!") towards a gravitational center whence a party will spontaneously ignite. |
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As people arrive, from various directions, in more or less of a
rush, the total momentum of the party should change
accordingly. So, if you do manage to locate the party then,
by the time you leave it, you'll have no idea where you are,
or where you're headed. |
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If several gatecrashers arrive all at once, from the same
direction, very fast, perhaps they could achieve fission or
fusion. |
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We brought the box, the cat, and the poison. What eles do you need for a GREAT party ... ? |
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Indeed, you can't touch this. |
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Ah, now we get to the truth. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Party resides within a large pair of ridiculously baggy trousers. Much is explained! |
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Doesn't this make the Heisenberg Uncertainty Party the arch-enemy of the Church of No-Pants? |
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[DrBob] As the trousers become increasingly baggy,
eventually engulfing the building, the city, the planet -- the
distinction between baggy-pants and no-pants disappears.
It's like ... you know ... all one, man. |
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Is there some kind of Pants Event Horizon you have to watch out for? Apart from the movie, that is. |
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I quite liked the movie. Sad, I know. |
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Feeling nostalgic, what a great idea this was. |
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As American politics slosh back and forth like a drunk holding a fish tank every two years blaming whomever is in charge at the moment, politics here might start to resemble this. |
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