On my latest investigation. Number patterns where we had to find the next logical number in sequence, we're stumped at this point. I'll give you the ones we cleared first:

5 25 29 85 89

Next logical # in sequence? It's a simple pattern; my win. 145. Check.

Next was fibonaccis sequence; 1 3 6 10 15 21 28 36 45.

Next logical #? Yeufann recognized this super quick, his win. 55. Check. 

Next was binary: 1011011001 1000000000 101010111.

Convert, you get 729 (9 cubed), 512 (8 cubed) 343 (7 cubed).

Next logical #? 6 cubed => 216 converted to binary => 11011000. Another Yeufann win. Check. 

312213 212223 114213 31121314 41122314 31221324

Thoughts? 

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I wrote that earlier, but it was figured out. I'll show you how it's broken down, but first let me write it differently: 

312213

212223

114213

31121314

41122314

31221324

First we thought it was base 5, but it looked strange for having no 0s. So we split off and thought about it in different ways, I went towards my strength; patterns. I figured out all of the number patterns in this go in fact. Yeufann split off and thought about it mathematically, more in terms of operations and formula and Yeufann won at all the math-orientated problems, haha. Tis good we're so different, we make a super good team. 

An aside: I've always thought weirdly about math. I've always been shitty at doing step by step. I missed a lot of school from moving and from home problems. Needless to say, I fell way behind, so I tried to figure out the problems and I found it easier to just look at it for a while and think about it than I did to go back and actually learn through the textbook. The textbooks confused me more than not and I just stopped looking at it. Now that I'm older I realize that I was picking out patterns and ballparking my answers. My teachers would often be incredibly confused because I'd be doing this and I'd get like, .3 off and they couldn't figure out how I'd be so close and miss the mark. Hum. My other schooling was similar, hell, most of my intuition is the same way. Some people think well in numbers (like fann), some people think in physical shapes (like bree), some people think in words etc. I think in patterns, a strange mix of fluid and crystallized intelligence. 

Ok, so here's how I figured this out. We thought about it as base 5 but the numbers that came out were ridiculous and no clear pattern to the sequence. We thought of it as a code, but we couldn't find one with only 4 (5?) slots. We added them, 12 12 12 16 18 18 and tried various ways to logically reach an 18 in the answer. Nada. We looked at digits, 6 6 6 8 8 8. Tried to make one that added to 10 adding to 22. Nada. So we split off as I said. I started to look for patterns. 312213 is a mirror of itself. No other such luck in the set, so discarded that. I looked at the 313 and the sequence of the numbers between 1st and 3rd number. Nada, no logical sequencing there. I looked at the 314s of the 4th and 5th as well, same problem. I laid down and just looked at it. Tried to look at the system, number by number, place by place. 

I noticed that the 2nd number was ALWAYS 1. No exceptions. I noticed the 4th number was ALWAYS 2. No exceptions. Similarly, the 6th number was ALWAYS 3, no exceptions. When there was an 8th number, it was always 4. 

From there I looked at the system's digits; 6 6 6 8 8 8.  Ascending after 3 every time. Therefore the next # should be 10 digits long and the 10th number should be 5. From there I looked at the 1st, 3rd, 5th and 7th places and tried to find the pattern. No clear pattens. 1st place has all 4 numbers, 3rd has only 2s and 1s. 5th is also always 1 or 2 again, 5th also always 1 or 2. I couldn't find a pattern. I tried getting them to reflect one another, nada. I started looking at the previous number and see how they impacted one another. 

......Bingo. Fucking bingo. The 1st number was key. Let me post again:

312213

212223

Ignore the first numbers numbers, look at the 2nd one. As was always the case, 2nd number was 1, 4th was 2, 6th was 3. Now count the number of 1s in the number previous: there are 2. Ergo first number was 2. There were two ones, 21. Next, there are two twos, ergo 22. There are two threes, ergo 23. 212223. Pattern found and cracked baby! I tested it against all the other numbers to check and found that yes, this was the answer.

 31221324  => 21322314. Fucking bam, gtfo. 

 45 minutes, but it was worth it. 

NEXT UP! 

42 66 70 78 102 105

Find the factors, realize that there are 3 primes that = every one of these (sphenic numbers), next one is 110. I came up with it with a pattern I noticed in my head, though, I only realize they are sphenic numbers now that I actually googled up the quest so I could tell you guys about it. I don't actually remember how I came to 110 though. Hm. It wasn't because I was looking at factors though. As I said, I think weird about math and can often come up with the right answer out of nowhere, this is case in point. My win! 

2 3 3 5 10 13 39 43 172 177

 Ascending addition => ascending multiplication. Fann commented on the possible multiplication of the sequence which tripped everything else in my brain and I was able to quickly come up with the full pattern after that. Mostly Yeufann win since he triggered the whole pattern recognition cascade in my mind. 
 

13 17 31 37 71 73 79 97 107

Emirps. That is, primes that are primes when you reverse them. 113 would be the answer, I found this one too with another unknown leap of logic. >.> 

377 610 987 1597

This one blew my mind, but Yeufann came up with the answer really fast again: first number + second number = third number, second number + third number => fourth. Fibonacci numbers. 
 

Ultimately we went 4 to 4, I WILL DEFEAT HIM NEXT TIME! FOR KILLING THE PATIENT! 
 

Did another one too, which was mostly a GO OUT AND FIND THIS investigation. Not very interesting, just a hide and seek kinda thing with a morse code problem in it as well. Yup. He's pretty bad at morse code, but I'm ok at it, so we split jobs; I just spoke dot dash space and he wrote it down then deciphered. Great teamwork and great success. Then more hide and seek. Then a tone puzzle. That is they give you a sequence of tones and you have to 'undo it.' After poking around to figure out which make which sound, we did the sequence back to it. Nothing. Tried again, nothing. Oh right, UNDO it, triggered it backwards. Great success. Gg sir. 

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Had another dream, forgot it though. It did involve sex, but not good sex or wet dream like sex, it was weird sex. Hrm. *shrug* I've been dreaming a ton for a long while. I wonder if I react to stress with crazy emotional dysregulation, dreaming a lot at night and perceptional anomalies (up to and including psychosis). Hrm. Hopefully I relax more. I've been working at it. As I said in an earlier entry, been trying to address myself as to my diagnoses. The ones I came up with myself with some input from people I trust, Kate mostly. I've been focusing on the BPD idea mostly because that kinda reaction is what's exacerbating everything else. I'm so deeply and intensely that it's unreal. I don't mean to be. I don't *want* to be. But when I'm in the mood I can't help myself very well. Being close to someone helps even if it's just an imagined close, which is ultimately what happened this time. Twas on here. As logically unrealistic as it was, just being noted regularly, being taken seriously and being shown caring a bit really stabilized me in a lot of ways and from there I stabilized myself. Gg sir once again. I really should say "am currently stabilizing myself" because that'd be more accurate. I'm kinda disgusted by the whole bit though, I don't like feeling so reliant on people, I really don't. I also don't like needing to tiptoe around certain subjects lest I get out of control again. I find that I regularly need to lie to myself to keep myself stable too. Hm. I don't much know.

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As to why I hate toasters. I take a personally reasonable piece of white bread, pop it into the toaster. 10 secs later my toasters buzzes and pop comes the toast. I look at it. 


 

.....barely even warm. I push it back down. It pops back up 10 secs later. 


 

Are you fucking with me toaster? I turn it's 'toast level' up higher. Back down with you.

 

Seriously toaster? I put it down again on an even higher toast level.
 
 

Then I heard something from the toaster, something like girlish laughter, but super evil. I went to look and found my toast waving fo rhelp. He looks ok on the surface, but I can tell by the toast's expression that it's in trouble. Something is not quite right here. I hear that evil little girl voice again:


  

  So I quickly save my toast from the devil-toaster and I behold, it looks fine at the top, but it's burning on bottom! 

  How does it even burn half the toast like that? It's not even toasted at the top. D= I've always had bad experiences with toasters. From burning part to not cooking others like this one, to totally nuking my toast every time, to triggering fire alarms. I think I've triggered like 5 alarms from toasters. THERE IS NO END TO THE TOASTER MADNESS. I. Loathe. Toasters. 

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Day 11 - What is your favourite quote?

Depends on the day and the mood. Today I go with Yeats. 

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


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Edit: was something I wanted to write about, but not to write an entire extra entry over, so here she goes. 


I was reading outside today and soaking up sun. Getting my vitamins and just relaxing. Was really nice out and I got some reading done for sure. I came to that point though where the comfort level is so great that you just can't read anymore because moving your body would be too much effort. So I laid there out on the picnic table and just absorbed the world around me, the hum of life around me, critters moving somewhere in our rows of flowers and in the woods, rabbits most likely, the warmth of the sun beating down onto my bare back. Was really, really nice. At some point I flipped on my back and looked up at the sky. Completely totally blank. I looked to my house and saw the tree in the front yard stretching up above it. All those leaves. I started to try to count them, quickly came to the answer that it was too many for me to count bar me actually climbing the tree and picking them out one by one. Possible, sure, but not realistic. Thousands of leaves....all function as one part of one tree. All those tiny pieces that are part of a bigger, larger whole. And each leaf with thousands of veins and creases and bits. Mmm. A big amalgam of things in one tree. What of it's position in life? It reaches up to the sun and it grows larger and absorbs more. Even at the cost of the other trees, shrubs and grass at it's feet, it grows and sucks up as much sun as it can. The natural order exists even in plants....even the trees branch out to take the life from the smaller, weaker plants. Anything to grow bigger and stronger, to get as many nutrients as it can. So much like us. A slower more elegant us. Why this motif? There's a meaning there, there's something underneath all that, an apologia as to why that must be. There is a hierarchy of plants...the trees are king, the shrubbery beneath them and the grass at the bottom. What am I, I wondered. A tree towering over the rest, defining life for those beneath him? No....no not me. I do not wield any great influence. I'm just a recluse who taps away at his keyboard, proselytizing to an imagined audience. I am a shrub at best or perhaps grass.  

I thought.....I am like a shrub....I am like the grass and the tree. The only difference is the physical. My leaves are the creases in my skin. Thousands of creases and wrinkles and whorls....a thousand leaves....a thousand creases, thousand knots and  thousand whorls. I felt that there was a pattern there, that it was just on the edges of my consciousness as I always do when I'm close to an answer. A grand revelation but then....it was gone. Too big for me to grasp. It was there, but just too big for me to wrap myself around. Too big....

I will never be a scientist. I love science because it helps me to define the world and to understand it. To put the words to it and arrange them in patterns. It helps me understand the patterns. I am not of the scientist's persuasion, I am a different beast who enjoys the fruits of their labor. Instead, I am like a tree with a thousand leaves. A tree....supports those who would make it their home, woodpeckers birds and their ilk. And bacteria too in their roots. I rubbed my hand across my belly....just like the legion of bacteria inside of me and the billions of germs on me. They only live because I do. I am their tree to live inside and upon. I am their host and if I die I take them with me. To think of it feels like a tragedy. 

At about this point I noticed the table I was sitting on. It was an old, old wooden picnic table bleaching out in the sun. Dead wood....even in death the wood serves the world around him. We sculpted the flesh and carved him into a shape that pleased us. So too, our houses; the carved flesh of the dead. Aye, the plastics the mingled bloods of the living shaped into a form more useful. We dwell in modern mausoleums and we don't even realize it. We don't realize to appreciate it either. I appreciated it then, though, and I felt thankful for all the trees and stone that gave their existence to my benefit. When I die, I will strive to do the same for those who come after me, to die in the earth and not in a casket, to feed the ground and not to burn away to ashes. Mmm...

And just then the flight for life helicopter flew over where I was laying and contemplating. It's times like those that I'm sure God does have a sense of humor. I laughed and went inside. 

Some pics of what I was looking at: https://plus.google.com/photos/115245481038044069424/albums/5775530416289602033?authkey=CJ_tjp638dKcDA