Rollin' Like Sisyphus

So Someone Tells You It’s Pie Day

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on March 14, 2014

Tart.

Tart.

And you’re enough of a sucker to believe them before they pull the ole Bait and Rape on you.
A person of average disposition hears that it’s Pie Day, and the person’s spirits rise. Maybe, just maybe, the day now holds something decent and righteous and beautiful; a small slice of appreciation dished out from on high in recognition of the drudgery of work-a-day life; a divine dispensation that pushes the Pause Button on all of this, sandwiching humanity and the heavens in between a flaky, savory crust and a thick head of freshly whipped meringue, right into that rare sweet spot of life.
Instead, Pi Day is math.
And not even really math, but a byproduct of math; the Velveeta Cheese of math; another reminder that the world is endlessly divisible yet not really dividing into anything useful, and a puzzle that is just not meant to be solved.
Kind of like Bastille Day.
Pi Day.
Brought to you by the I Fucking Love Science crowd.

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  1. Doom said, on March 14, 2014 at 11:41

    How about improving it by making it the pi proves grobal warbling day?


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