Comic-Con

I decided to sleep in this morning and did not even try to buy tickets. I get most of my Comic-Con enjoyment from going downtown and people-watching.

My earlier Comic-Con post makes me sound disgruntled. I’m not. Sure, I’d prefer that Comic-Con made it easier for me to buy tickets. But it’s not my business. I’m happy they’re here in San Diego, doing the work they do.

General Comic-Con ticketing starts tomorrow

I’m hoping to get a Saturday ticket, but will be happy with any one day.

It’s unfair that people who bought last year get first crack at tickets. What about those of us who tried last year and failed? But it’s the concom’s bat, ball and backyard so they make the rules.

The trouble with transporters on Star Trek (and elsewhere)

Is the transporter on Star Trek a nifty sci-fi transportation mechanism? Or is it a sinister murder machine, killing the person who steps on the platform and spitting out a duplicate on the other end?

Start watching for the geeky fanwankery, stay for the meaty speculation about an astounding philosophical problem: The problem of consciousness. Everybody has consciousness, but nobody knows what consciousness is. You can’t prove that anybody other than you is conscious, and you can’t prove to anybody else that you’re conscious.

This is another in a series of wonderful CGP Grey video.