[19:04] <BraPe> [17:56] <@BraPe> choices... choices...
[19:04] <BraPe> [17:56] <@BraPe> and I don't even have a coin!
[19:04] <BraPe> [17:56] <@BraPe> ooh! I could write a Flipcoin program... and then sell it.
[19:04] <BraPe> [17:56] <@Dennis[Sacrifices]> the said part is
[19:04] <BraPe> [17:57] <@Dennis[Sacrifices]> people would buy it
[19:04] <Ben> lol
[19:04] <BraPe> but I decided not to sell it
[19:04] <Ben> aww, the flipcoin program tells me not to make a choice
[19:04] <Rob007> it's now freeware
[19:05] <Ben> heads was "make a choice", and tails was "don't make a choice"
[19:05] <Ben> :P
[19:05] <Rob007> so you know what to do!
[19:05] <Ben> yes, I do...
[19:05] <Ben> I can't post
[19:05] <Ben> Heads was post, tails was don't post
[19:05] <Ben> it landed on tails
[19:06] <Ben> uhoh, I've just stumbled on a paradox. I fill in "Tails" for heads, and "heads" for tails
[19:06] <Ben> then it lands on tails, but that's heads, but that's tails, but that's heads...
[19:06] <BraPe> okay... mental note: version 2.0 must be philosopher proof
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