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{{a|cosmology|{{image|Pangalactic gargleblaster|jpg|The [[gin horizon]], yesterday. | {{a|cosmology|{{image|Pangalactic gargleblaster|jpg|The [[gin horizon]], yesterday.}}}}{{d|Gin horizon|/ʤɪn həˈraɪzᵊn/|n|}} | ||
The point of no return. The point beyond which regret — and it will be deep, transformational regret — is frozen in time and etched permanently on the fabric of the cosmos. | The point of no return. The point beyond which regret — and it will be deep, transformational regret — is frozen in time and etched permanently on the fabric of the cosmos. | ||
{{drop|A|s we move into}} the holiday season (known by Europeans as the “'''[[MiFID]] Season'''”<ref>A joke that shall grow old, as we who are left grow old.</ref>) a reminder of the absolute limits on forgiveness imposed by the very fabric of the [[space-time continuum]] itself. Hence, the [[Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption]] | {{drop|A|s we move into}} the holiday season (known by Europeans as the “'''[[MiFID]] Season'''”<ref>A joke that shall grow old, as we who are left grow old.</ref>) a reminder of the absolute limits on forgiveness imposed by the very fabric of the [[space-time continuum]] itself. Hence, the [[Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption]] — colloquially, the “[[gin horizon]]” — which is closely related to the [[Schwarzschild radius of document comprehension|equivalent for document comprehension]] — is the radius of a sphere such that the gravitational force of one’s judgment to get up, brush oneself off and go home, is finally and irreversibly outweighed by the nuclear forces of inebriation, meaning it is certain that you will collapse into a black hole of despair by morning. Your only hope — and it isn’t a very edifying one — is to be ejected into a [[Parallel universe|parallel]] dimension<ref>As often as not manifested as a nasty cocktail bar in a part of town you don’t recognize and wouldn’t, if anyone asked you, usually choose to enter.</ref> as an [[incandescent spume of cosmic gas]]. | ||
The [[Schwarzschild radius]] is also the point at which gravitational forces are so strong that no coherent message can escape to the outside world. Memories in ''and of'' you will be suspended for all eternity from this time, at this time. Yes: ''at this time''. Hence: not edifying. | The [[Schwarzschild radius]] is also the point at which gravitational forces are so strong that no coherent message can escape to the outside world. Memories in ''and of'' you will be suspended for all eternity from this time, at this time. Yes: ''at this time''. Hence: not edifying. | ||
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The threshold comes quickly, can be crossed without visible warning, and sufferers may only realise they have crossed it hours later during the course of a heated argument about gender equality in an unpleasant cocktail bar in a strange part of town<ref>A.k.a., a [[parallel universe]]</ref>. | The threshold comes quickly, can be crossed without visible warning, and sufferers may only realise they have crossed it hours later during the course of a heated argument about gender equality in an unpleasant cocktail bar in a strange part of town<ref>A.k.a., a [[parallel universe]]</ref>. | ||
===Odd spot=== | |||
The [[employment rate swap]] was invented at a point very close to the [[gin horizon]]. | |||
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Gin horizon
/ʤɪn həˈraɪzᵊn/ (n.)
The point of no return. The point beyond which regret — and it will be deep, transformational regret — is frozen in time and etched permanently on the fabric of the cosmos.
As we move into the holiday season (known by Europeans as the “MiFID Season”[1]) a reminder of the absolute limits on forgiveness imposed by the very fabric of the space-time continuum itself. Hence, the Schwarzschild radius of alcohol consumption — colloquially, the “gin horizon” — which is closely related to the equivalent for document comprehension — is the radius of a sphere such that the gravitational force of one’s judgment to get up, brush oneself off and go home, is finally and irreversibly outweighed by the nuclear forces of inebriation, meaning it is certain that you will collapse into a black hole of despair by morning. Your only hope — and it isn’t a very edifying one — is to be ejected into a parallel dimension[2] as an incandescent spume of cosmic gas.
The Schwarzschild radius is also the point at which gravitational forces are so strong that no coherent message can escape to the outside world. Memories in and of you will be suspended for all eternity from this time, at this time. Yes: at this time. Hence: not edifying.
The radius differs between individuals by reference to their mass and the alcohol in question and can be described by a formula which, when you need it, you will have no hope of comprehending let alone being able to manipulate.
But know this: champagne is very, very bad.
The threshold comes quickly, can be crossed without visible warning, and sufferers may only realise they have crossed it hours later during the course of a heated argument about gender equality in an unpleasant cocktail bar in a strange part of town[3].
Odd spot
The employment rate swap was invented at a point very close to the gin horizon.
See also
References
- ↑ A joke that shall grow old, as we who are left grow old.
- ↑ As often as not manifested as a nasty cocktail bar in a part of town you don’t recognize and wouldn’t, if anyone asked you, usually choose to enter.
- ↑ A.k.a., a parallel universe