Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 13, 2020

It’s hardly worth the time to teach them to read if that’s what’s going to happen.

Another example of scientists running amok with your tax dollars.

How many did it take? Should I stop now? What’s the mouse to human ratio? Did the mice read the same strips?

Reclining minds want to know.

There is no antidote to the insanity of these days like a dose of greater insanity. It almost makes American politics seem rational by comparison.

Big deal, fewer mice. Now how do I get out of this maze?

Lame mice, they loved Frog Applause to (the) death..

…mice are perfect for these kind of experiments…

…they are Trump supporters after all…

…frogs on the other hand are terrible at these…

….one day a scientist poked a frog and told it to jump…

…it did …

…quite far…

…the scientist tied up one of the frogs legs and told it to jump again…

… again, a good distance, but not nearly as far…

…the scientist kept tying up legs, each time the distance shorter and shorter…

…finally, with all four legs tied up, the frog couldn’t jump at all when told to…

…the scientist came to the conclusion…

…when all of a frog’s legs are tied up…

…the frog can’t hear…

…thank you, thank you…

…no Frog Applause…

…just money…

They were driven to madness by having to stare at the bathmats for hours on end….lame meeces, and only to find the prize at the end of the maze was a GASP! BATH MAT!

And that’s why Froglandia insists on Severe Social Distancing for Frog Applause commentators. Put us all in a room together; lock the door; wait four hours. What do expect to find upon unlocking the door?

—Either reams of brilliant comments or dead commentators. Which will it be, I ask you?

This is why we keep cold-hearted social psychologists in red velvet dresses away from experiments involving our precious selves!

I will run the maze when I have assurance that ALL the cheese will be mine.

You’ve redecorated, and How!

Sic transit claudus mundi

(inspired by @Sisyphos)

wondering how this study translates to humans. i’m not killing anyone ;+)

Can this talking head be trusted? And what’s that certificate in the background? For all I know it could be out of a Cracker Jack box, or from the Hollywood Upstairs School of Head Talking.

So, now we have to wonder about Schrodinger’s Frog and Schrodinger’s Rat, too? I still don’t know what happened to his Cat.

Foot Fungus Fuchsia

Super Lawyer Saffron

Fancy Pants Fandango

Bad Vlad Plaid

tawny ochre

Or the famous colors, reddish-green and bluish-yellow. Wikifootia: According to the opponent-process theory, under normal circumstances, there is no hue that could be described as a mixture of opponent hues; that is, as a hue looking “redgreen” or “yellowblue”. In 1983, Hewitt D. Crane and Thomas P. Piantanida performed tests using an eye-trackerdevice…

Ideas for bathmat colors, as requested in the Frog Blog:

Clardic Fug, Stanky Bean, Dorkwood, Grass Bat, Stargoon, Turdly

https://tmblr.co/ZP7VLs2Ll1CZ3    and    https://tmblr.co/ZP7VLs2LxVDcI

As bad as Masserman’s experiments with avoidance conditioning in cats.

What the scientists didn’t know until it was too late was that some of the rodents escaped. The rodents then ate the scientists and then threw up. Then, they made the other scientists in the next room eat that vomit.

Pimple Pink.

I’d caught a few cases since the Fall of Flipper Kraken. And Connie and The Shadow sent some work my way. Easy jobs with good pay. I think they must have really cleaned up thanks to my intervention. Kelly did. She didn’t know where the bodies were buried, but she knew where the stink was gonna to bring the rats running, and where to buy and where to sell. Things were just starting to settle down, after the big bureaucratic house cleaning caused by Flipper’s death-bed confession, which had all his blackmail collateral in one tidy package. I was debt free and skulking on Easy Street. But no good day ever happens without a storm soon after. I woke up with a raging headache, fifty miles from home, in the back of a gig-taxi driven by a fat guy with a pony tail and braces. I wasn’t sure who I was for a while, but I had him take me home. I didn’t learn until later that I’d just completed an errand for Connie, and was headed home anyway. I could barely remember who I was at the time. Or rather, I could remember a lot about who I was when I wasn’t, and it sort of drown out my me for a little while. I’m not going to draw parallels between me and me and me. There’s no point to it. If you want to crack the case, you look at motive, opportunity and physical evidence. I had plenty of physical evidence, and it pointed to cross-temporal contamination and integration. As for motive, well, what motive could anybody have for integrating their memory across temporal probabilities? None. That’s what. So, opportunity then. We all had the opportunity. I’d looked into the memories, and every one of us had the opportunity to reach beyond our current state of being to change the outcome of events or swing the consensus toward a preferred reality. Once you see it that way, there is a motive after all. It wasn’t a mystery to me. Not at all.

From the blog, on Johannes Kepler: There’s a relevant recent book review: “How Does Science Really Work?”, roughly dividing history into pre-Newton (like Kepler and Descartes) and post-Newton (“The laws of God & the laws of man are to be kept distinct.”)

“In the single-sphered, pre-scientific world, thinkers tended to inquire into everything at once. Often, they arrived at conclusions about nature that were fascinating, visionary, and wrong. Looking back, we usually fault such thinkers for being insufficiently methodical and empirical. But Strevens {the author of the book being reviewed} tells a more charitable story: it was only natural for intelligent people who were free of the rule’s strictures to attempt a kind of holistic, systematic inquiry that was, in many ways, more demanding. It never occurred to them to ask if they might illuminate more collectively by thinking about less individually.”

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/10/05/how-does-science-really-work

I feel the love.

Sorry I’m late … got caught up in a rodent massacre on the Froglandia roundabout near the MazeWay on-ramp … whew, the roadkill was awesome …!

What’s with this lady’s curly thumb? Did a mouse get a hold of it and stretch it out?