For a long time it was Huevos Rancheros, but that got nudged into the #2 spot when I discovered Eggs Benedict.

Oh, I have a doozy for ya. I’ve got a beauty!

THELMA & LOUISE
in theaters in Mexico, back in the early 90s
was
(wait for it…)
UN FINAL INESPERADO (AN UNEXPECTED ENDING)

Seriously… how dumb do you think your audiences are if you feel the need to hold their hand and spoon-feed them like this? This is taken to a level that doesn’t make sense anymore, the so-called “solution” is so much worse than the perceived “problem”.

Living in Baja, I’m at least thankful for not having mormon craziness right next door.

Imagine northern Baja during Prohibition in the United States, jam-packed with bars catering to gringos looking to get plastered. That’s how Tijuana grew from a sleepy town to city virtually overnight back then. Many people still see Tijuana as a drinking-spree place, in reputation. Now imagine it was still that way, at that 1920s level of intensity.

Imagine polygamy as part of daily religion and politics in the area. With so much territory equaling political agency, Deseret might have openly maintained their backwater, backwards attitudes towards women to this day. It would have seeped into Mexico. It would be part of the conversation.

As it stands, we are buffered from those crazy mormon bastards by a series of layers with other types of crazy, and currently Baja could not have had better luck than with a neighbor like blue, progressive California.
Thank god we don’t have Texas or Arizona next door. Sorry about that, Sonora, Chihuahua, Coahuila, Tamaulipas. We got lucky there in Baja.

I’m afraid they might be a whole bunch of oldies but goodies:

2001: A Space Odyssey.
The Empire Strikes Back.
Miller’s Crossing (the third movie written and directed by the Coen brothers, from 1989).
A Bridge Too Far (from 1977, a sprawling, star-studded epic about the Allies and their costly, ill-advised and ultimately unsuccessful Operation Market-Garden in WWII).
A Bout De Soufflé. (Godard’s seminal French New Wave cannon blast).
From Russia With Love.
The Spy Who Loved Me.

Diamonds, or any sort of gemstone, as trying to sell those things would probably be as risky as stealing them in the first place.

Or as they call that upright bass in Spanish - el tololoche.

I still get all verklempt about it.

Ok, this happened in another school near my own, a catholic school run by priests strict to the point of unreasonable, asshole-level old school strict, they even applied corporal punishment every once in a while.

The story spread like wildfire, there were a ton and a half of cross-school friendships between that particular school and mine. This was “somewhere in Mexico”, to keep it anonymous.
Strap in, it’s a long story but it’s a doozy.

There was this really overweight kid, he wasn’t bullied or anything, he had friends and everything.
One day in the middle of class, he raised his hand - “May I be excused? I really need to go to the restroom”, and the dismally unsurprising response was - “Certainly NOT! Learn to hold it in! bE a MaN!” A few minutes later, a foul stench spread across the classroom. The kid didn’t say anything, he just got up and walked out, as everybody stared in a stunned silence.

Everyone in class stormed the windows from inside to see the kid as he walked across the school yard towards the restrooms, on its’ own building, and locked himself inside. One classmate suddenly yelled out - “The shitter!”, and within a few seconds the entire classroom joined in a loud chorus - “THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!”

Par for the course with these sociopathic and incompetent priests, everyone knew there was no paper in the restrooms, a common occurrence.

This poor kid stayed locked inside the restroom as a teacher here and a priest there knocked on the door and attempted to negotiate. This went on for a couple of hours, until the kid’s brother arrived at school, walked across the yards, carrying a fresh change of clothes, knocked on the restroom door and was let inside.

By this point, everything in school was at a standstill, every single student in every single classroom was glued to the windows, staring in silence. You could hear a pin drop. Then the door opened, kid and his brother walked out, and headed for the school exit.

Then one kid shouted - “The shitter!”, and now the ENTIRE school, from every classroom window, joined in the chorus - “THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!!!”

The poor kid never did return, he transferred to another school. On the one hand, surely out of shame, but on the other, because the casual, mindless and indifferent cruelty the goddamned priests imposed on children. In a more empathetic, humane school, this would have not happened.

Here’s the cool epilogue - when this kid attended high school some years later, nobody bothered him about the incident, he had his own band of friends, went to parties and everything. When the story was told, the emphasis was on the asshole priests. That’s a comforting thought.

I’ve had the honor of having one just like him at home. One-eyed wonder indeed, they are among the noblest and gentlest of creatures.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!?

Ah, I see somebody listens to the Blank Check podcast, the Special Features one on Patreon!

Also RIP Martin Mull.

Hell is real… you’re looking at it.

Even if it didn’t quite invent the genre - The Rutles predates it by half a decade, there could be earlier examples - it most definitely defined it.

Believe you me, you are not alone.

Then there’s what some guy wrote and the quote became famous, I paraphrase - “The Holy Roman Empire is none of the above”, or maybe it was “The Holy Roman Empire is neither Holy, Roman, nor an Empire”.

you can get rid of them by changing your coordinate system - a very common operation

Would that be the Lorenz Transformations?

What makes you think I smoked anything?
Why couldn’t it be… edibles? :-P
And don’t get me started on the topologies and symmetries of fields in quantum mechanics!

But seriously, I enjoy letting the mind take me for a nice long ride, using an artifact to trace connections to other things throughout history, and in this case it’s the math of maps, their topologies.
Random topics on Lemmy sometimes lighting up my mind like a Christmas tree.

Also trying a little to get into the mindset of the era when some of these things were being cooked up and explored, shift perspective as best I can, from where and when I am. It’s incomplete, but it’s still fun. I probably got this type of “pinball narrative” from James Burke and his old history shows Connections and The Day The Earth Changed.

The way I understand it, when you plot out the topologies of spacetime via Relativity, the same kind of thing can happen, the maths gets all weird and funky on you, can blow up into infinities at certain points, and we call them singularities.

It still kinda blows my mind that these things popped up in the math first (by Karl Schwarzschild in the trenches of WWI, 1915) and it wasn’t until exactly half a century later their existence was physically detected for the first time (Cygnus X-1, in 1965).

Then you use a different mathematical tool to plot out spacetime, and you get white holes, Einstein-Rosen bridges and parallel universes.
Different maths for 3D (or 4D) topological maps of spacetime show us different phenomena, and that relevant XKCD serves as a perfect analogy of how many ways there can be of approaching the same topologies.

Or why the hell not try mapping things out in ten dimensions! Come up with M-theory for a multiverse!

Also, people figured out the Earth was round long ago exactly because of these sorts of discrepancies.

Sure, they had an understanding of how the thing warped, they could see with their own eyes that their flat math was kinda rubbery with curved surfaces, but they hadn’t separated the two realms of geometry, hadn’t figured out that you could have a triangle where the angles didn’t add up to 180°.

It must have been very strange and disturbing to see math as imperfect, incomplete or mischievous in some way. Wasn’t this the language of God? Therefore, shouldn’t his language be perfect?

While this might be going on in your mapmaking mind, the king or emperor, the generals and admirals, and the religious authorities are looking closely at these maps, and here you are making something that has a hazy sense of sacrilege.

I guess I mean the type of map that we grew up seeing in our schoolbooks and encyclopedias, the type that distorts the further you get from your starting point, but instead of putting Europe at the center of things, this map here starts from Asia, outwards.

EDIT: as such, it represents the Indian Ocean and South China Sea, Sea Of Japan coastlines more accurately (as would be seen from space), while the Mercator does it for the Mediterranean and middle Atlantic.

It’s fascinating to see a Mercator-style projection that does not produce a huge Greenland.

Maps like these must all have been frustrating to plot out before the advent of non-Euclidean geometry explained a bit better what was going on with the numbers, certain forks in the mathematical road taking you where things didn’t quite make sense, and there was nothing you could do about it, except start over from a different point and or geometrical approach.