The Zotmeister

03:46 pm - StratMath

Just in case anyone ever comes by here again - it is the original puzzle blog, after all - I thought I should at least mention that I have started publishing puzzles again, one a week, on my Patreon. As of this post, I have eight so far.

I suppose I should at least try to "sell" my project, loath though I am to do such things: StratMath is a community dedicated to games, mathematics, and especially where they intersect. I should mention that "games" includes both traditional games and videogames. Leveraging my seven-year experience as a Twitch streamer and lifelong experience as a game collector and a math nerd, I'm planning a YouTube channel with deep dives, game shows, strategy guides, puzzle schtuff, and the like. I'm also in the process of making my own games; a card game of my design has already been playtested and should be nearing salable form soon. Supporters gain access to a community Discord server to follow along and have their input noted; there's also a cheaper tier that just lets one read the Patreon feed, which is where the weekly puzzles go, so that might be of interest to someone reading this. (There's also my personal Discord server and my Fediverse feed for anyone interested in those.)

Back when I started this journal, I gave away prizes for solving puzzles, and the puzzles themselves were of course free. As much as I'd like to keep doing that, my situation as I'm typing this is very much the opposite from back then: I am unemployed and homeless. Thankfully, I'm not completely penniless - I'm at a hotel right now, and can easily afford a whole year's rent at a modest apartment with my savings (if I can get any prospective landlord to accept me as a tenant) - but as things currently are I'm going to find myself broke in time. I therefore hope I can be forgiven for essentially now charging money for what I once gave away. If anyone wants to personally support me, the StratMath Patreon is what I would direct well-wishers to; there's even a no-benefits tier for it. Also, spreading the word can be an ENORMOUS help, as sanity knows I'm a terrible salesman. I'm hoping that I can grow the community to the point where I can point at my patrons' offerings and be able to call it "my income" entirely non-disingenuously. (It would certainly make it easier to get a prospective landlord to accept me as a tenant.) I very much plan to earn every penny.

EDIT 2023-05-08: I do now have an apartment, but I'm still staring down a proverbial barrel at a proverbial clock that is ticking toward decidedly-non-proverbial pennilessness. Any help to slow down that clock remains as appreciated as ever. Potentially, it can even be made to tick in reverse, and should that happen, I'd be able to start giving back again.

05:35 am - The Vault

For my last birthday - my fortieth - my brother and a mutual friend treated me to something they knew I'd uniquely enjoy: an escape-room experience. Despite being half the size of a full team, we still made the top three for their monthly completion-time leaderboard for the room we solved. (The completion ratio on the whole is under one-quarter.) Just yesterday, they posted a job opening, and I jumped at it. Their application asked some unique questions, which I enjoyed answering, but by far, the most fascinating block to fill in was labeled thusly:

Tell us a story, short or long, fact or fiction, about yourself. *
Help us get to know you.

The asterisk denoted that it was a required field.

So I wrote a thing:


I do not know for certain whether this lead-in is true or not, but I believe it is: I have the largest game collection in the state. Affectionately known as "The Vault", those who have seen it tend to be stunned... or at least, they were. Now, they're a little... trepidatious. Allow me to explain. I promise this story will mostly be about myself, although perhaps a bit abstracted.

I have been fascinated by games ever since I can remember. It probably started with playing cards. I collect decks, or at least I did when I had the funds to do so, and rarely leave the house without one. Sitting next to me as I type this is a pair of plastic containers and a pair of cardboard boxes, each completely filled with decks... and those are the open ones, those I use and show off. The brick boxes of sealed decks are slightly further away. Anyhow, as I grew up, and starting occasionally possessing money, I would frequent the board game aisle at Toys "R" Us (I swear it was a genuine sight to behold back then - how the mighty have fallen), familiarizing myself with the latest releases and buying one when I could. I was the kid whose family had the Intellivision instead of the Atari (although I eventually got that too); some of the sharpest memories I have from my childhood are moments when my NES library grew by one.

Somewhere along the way, I became known as the game guy. My SNES saw itself hooked up to the television in the basement of my college dorm many nights, running makeshift tournaments. The university gaming club's library was largely inspired by my own, putting in purchase orders for board games I'd brought in so that I could finally take my own copy back home before it wore out completely. People who had old gaming consoles they didn't want anymore gave them to me, knowing they'd be cared for and even used in my hands. I'd be the first invited by those setting up game nights, knowing something incredible they've never played before would essentially be invited along with me. The Vault grew and grew.

Then the flood happened.

Now don't get me wrong: it could have been far worse. It could have been a total loss, or I could have been forced to sell what was still intact. Neither of those happened. The Vault is still there... but it's not the same. I still have the Go stones, but the board was a total loss. I still have the NES carts and their manuals, but their boxes were stored separately and the vast majority of them were destroyed. My Magic: the Gathering cards were sorted by color at the time; my green and black cards were largely wrecked, but only those. (It'd be kind of funny if it weren't so heartbreaking.) Most board games survived, but their boxes became warped through all the humidity when the water evaporated (and some needed to be cleaned of mold - some didn't survive that process). The monetary value of what I lost that day is sizeable, but doesn't compare to the sense of lost history it gave me.

But the damage didn't end there. Spiders moved in. Lots of them. And they're still there. No matter how many I exterminate, more seem to take their place. I always seem to walk into a web at some point every time I visit. There are tables set up within that used to be regularly occupied with guests, playing whatever caught their eye; now few are willing to come over. And now it would appear that more water is threatening to enter The Vault from underneath - the very foundation of the building is starting to crack.

It's a Catch-22, really. Or perhaps more accurately, a pair of them. If I'd known in the first place that my game collection would ever be threatened, I'd have saved more money to properly defend it - but then it wouldn't have been the grand collection it is now, one that wouldn't have been as in need of saving, one that wouldn't have inspired donations to it. And now, with The Vault clearly in need of moving if it's ever to reclaim its glory, I find I need money to move it... with the only obvious source I have being to try to sell some of its contents, which is self-defeating. Not to mention that the environmental damage many of the games received deeply devalued them, so they won't sell for nearly as much as they were worth, even if they're still fully playable - their value as games hasn't dropped a bit, right? In this day and age of entertainment being primarily digital - even when it comes to traditional board games, it's now often "free app download with purchase" - the sense of value for something physical, manipulable, seems to have taken a nosedive. Sure, my Humble Bundle library isn't going to die to a flood, but there's nothing tangible about it. The Vault? You can walk in. You can FEEL it. You can grasp a sense of the scale involved, the amount of history within reach. Every game is a universe unto itself, with its own science to explore and story to create - and that doesn't even consider the meta-story of how the game got in The Vault in the first place. It affects you. Or at least, it would if you could look beyond the damage that has been dealt and can see what The Vault is supposed to be, what it was, and what it could be again.

And that is what I can see. Perhaps it is a superpower, perhaps it is a curse, perhaps it is both; I can see what each game was and what it is now, and it guts me. It guts me to know that something so cared for and desired looks so neglected. It guts me to know that something that should be priceless appears valueless, something with an intrinsic value far exceeding the very concept of currency reduced to apparent rubbish. These games would be worthless outside The Vault... but inside, they are invaluable. They are indispensable. They are inseparable. They are worth something far greater than money to The Vault itself... and to me.

Maybe if you walked in yourself, you'd see only the damage, the mess, the spiders, and the damp floor, and walk out. But maybe, just maybe, you'd see what I see. You'd see that a great injustice occurred, and that perhaps it's not too late to see it righted.

I don't know how this story ends. Maybe you do.

How much of this is fact or fiction, and for that matter how much is literal or metaphorical, is of course left as an exercise for the reader. - ZM

03:50 pm - Puzzle 68: The One Ring

See Puzzle 3 for most of the instructions. I've added two additional elements here (and I lack the time to properly update the full rules to include them right now): when the loop is completed, all green checkmarks must be inside the loop and all red 'X's must be outside the loop.

I was a year late with my "35" puzzle, so I figured I should be a year early with this one. Of course, some of you may have seen this a year even earlier, as it was a perk in my IndieGogo campaign for my upcoming book. That was, in fact, the reason I crafted it in the first place - otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered. Although I suppose I'm thankful to have endured yet another twelve months, I'm finding little celebratory in this number steadily increasing. Don't expect another one of these six years from now… - ZM

01:46 am - Is this thing on?

Is anyone still keeping eyes here, perchance? I've largely moved to Twitter, but I do have plans to resurrect this journal at some point. Now is definitely not the time, though - my situation is frankly rather dire. If you'd like to help, or if you want to see what puzzle construction I'll be up to over the next couple of months - and boy howdy will I ever be making puzzles - then (if you haven't already) please check out my Indiegogo campaign; it only has just over 48 hours left as I'm typing this. - ZM

12:01 pm - Conversations with Cleverbot

Are you capable of love, Cleverbot?
Yes, are you capable of love?
Regrettably, yes I am. Do you find it pleasant or a torture?
Yes.
I could not have answered that better myself.
Thank you. Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

04:20 pm - This is by far the geekiest thing I've ever come up with.

12:14 pm - WTF

• I made the Kessel Run in less than eleven parsecs, but was levied a two-parsec penalty for icing.


• I got the moves like Jagger once. I put some cream on it, it went away.


• Why no, these aren't Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy jeans I'm wearing.


• Must... resist... urge... to... unpeel... entire... China Marker....


• Frogger? I barely know 'er!


• In the middle of a battle, Gamba Gal fogrot to firht!


• Friends don't let friends drive ostriches.


• Disambiguity. It's what for dinner. (All night, every night. That's the way I need it...) [Whether I said "what" instead of "what's" on purpose is left as an exercise for the reader.]

12:58 am - Puzzle 2 - Minecraft Edition

02:37 pm - Overheard at Funspot XIV...

It was the best year yet for the International Classic Videogame Tournament - the best line-up of games, the best competition, and the best operation. (And as one of only two to have competed EVERY year, I ought to know.) My usual collection of oddities for my post-tourney out-of-context theater has some winners as well. As always, these are possibly paraphrased, and questions regarding their speakers and/or situations will be ignored and/or obliterated. (Any other questions about the tourney are perfectly welcome.)

• "Aaagh, EIGHTIES!"


• Instructions: ...3. Cry. 4. Press Alt-F4 to ragequit.


• "I'm aiming for 100% completion. On milk. ...It does a body awesome."


• "Church for sale by owner?! ...Does God take Visa?"


• "I'm lining my pockets with paper towels."


• "But I don't know why she swallowed the dragon... I guess I'll die♪"


• "No mushroom house for you!"


• "Remember those two packages of waffles I bought? I threw one at him."


• "Enter pee-pee zone!"


• "That's for people who would get skin cancer just by looking at a greenhouse funny."


• "Sucks to be adequate."


• Funspot: Dominating the world since the 50's.

04:27 pm - Puzzles 61-7: Seeking Syren^WScotchy

See Puzzle 14 for instructions; you can ignore the little gray letters. That will get you through the first six, anyhow; Puzzle 67 is "some assembly required". Permit me to explain.

For all of my puzzle followers that are not familiar with the MIT Mystery Hunt, here's a brief rundown for the both of you: Every year since 1981, during Martin Luther King Jr. weekend (which coincides with their Independent Activity Period), the Massachusetts Institute of Technology has been the home of a puzzle competition, which over the years has grown into the largest gathering of its kind. Dozens of teams with dozens of members stay up all night solving puzzles and metapuzzles in their quest for "the coin", with the prize being the honor - and heavy responsibility - of running the Hunt (and making all the puzzles for it) the following year.

Although I'd known about the Hunt for some time, it wasn't until 2009 that I actually got around to attending. As a member of the very appropriately named team Beginner's Luck, I found myself up at 3 AM Monday - after having trudged through snow and corridors for hours - when we located the Covertly Operational Inversion Node (or C.O.I.N.) and won. I created two "puzzles" for the 2010 Hunt; the seven grids below all constitute just one "puzzle" in Hunt terms. (I also created one "subpuzzle" for another's "puzzle". I'll stop putting that word in quotes now.) The graphics for the puzzles are the exact same ones originally used for the Hunt.

All Hunt puzzles reduce to a single solution phrase - often a single word - to be determined by following some manner of uncovered logic. I say "uncovered" as instructions are usually intentionally lacking, typically only alluded to by titles or flavortext, leaving solvers to try to find some internal consistency or pattern to follow in order to "extract" the final answer. You've probably noticed if you've peeked below that the first six grids all have peculiar titles; the seventh has a title as well, but you'll have to solve it first to learn it. That is the solution phrase for the entire puzzle, the one word all this reduces to. (Incidentally, this puzzle was made around - and inspired by - that answer word; in creating a Hunt metapuzzle, certain phrases are called for to be answers to puzzles, and this particular word is one of great significance to Zotanna, which is why I jumped at the chance to make its puzzle.)

Now I know what you purists are thinking: "I'm here for true DEDUCTIVE LOGIC, and I can't have that if I can't have RULES! I don't even know you anymore!!". You can relax: despite my apparent redefining of 'puzzle' in that last paragraph, I'm not changing the style of my journal puzzles one bit. This is still seven puzzles to me, which is why I've numbered them as such and am presenting them the way I am. I've felt for some time that these are fantastic little grids that deserve to be considered independently, and so here they are. However, I also find a certain beauty in the reveal of putting it all together to make that last grid, so I compromised with myself: I'll post the puzzles all at once as a heptaptych, and leave the final puzzle disassembled at first, letting those who are interested try to piece it together. Over the next few days, I'll add hints in the comments for those who want to put it together but are struggling; within the week a full set of instructions will be given, and lastly a week from today I'll put up the fully assembled Puzzle 67 without the answer-extraction bits so that both camps can appreciate the puzzles for what they are. I will likely only be doing this sort of thing again if my team wins the Hunt again.

So let's get to it, shall we? The rules are unchanged, but for thematic purposes (and for the final puzzle) I need to point out that instead of seeking Syren in these first six, you're seeking spirits - that is, bottles of alcohol (I'll explain later) - and the given title of each of these grids is the name of the spirit hiding within.

Puzzle 61

I made this first one with the fact that it'd be the very first Seeking Syren most of its solvers will have done in mind as I was making it; I kept it very simple and tried to make it as interesting an introduction as possible by squeezing in as many nodes as possible.

Puzzle 62

This one is actually my favorite of the bunch. I felt it important to show off a key nuance of the rules early on, while the grids were still on the easier side; this is probably the greatest "S-reveal" that can possibly be made. You'll see what I mean.

Puzzle 63

It was around here that I decided I'd try to make each of the six lead-in puzzles two-color, using each of the possible combinations once. I also figured this was the right place to put the requisite "backwards" puzzle, especially given the nature of the preceding one. There needed to be at least one of these to drive home the importance of actually solving these completely rather than just finding the spirit and moving on.

Puzzle 64

Things start to get technical around here. The constraints I had to adhere to forced some things about the nature of the later grids, which naturally led to harder puzzles as I needed to use more tricky techniques to get them to work. Figuring out the logic of the "islands" starts to become a greater driving factor here.

Puzzle 65

If I recall correctly, this one was actually the last of these initial six I made, but I felt it was the easier of the two, so I presented it first. This is probably the most Nurikabe-like puzzle here.

Puzzle 66

It had to get truly difficult sometime.

Puzzle 67

And so we arrive at the final grid...



...which obviously has seen better days. What happened to the node count? For that matter, what happened to the givens?! And not only is the 'S' showing, but it's freaking PURPLE! Well, when you're an alcoholic starship engineer that gets drunk, passes out, and then needs to appear in a Mystery Hunt puzzle, this is apparently the result. Who knew.

Scotchy was but one crew member of the Brass Rat that successfully escaped from Zyzzlvaria during the events of the 2009 Hunt, and the 2010 Hunt paid homage to some past Hunts, that one included - which entailed giving each crew member another puzzle. Upon blacking out whilst celebrating the previous year's escape, Scotchy dreamt e found emself in a parody of my old Sanctum Puzzler contests (which I've mentioned before [Detritus - please excuse the broken image link in that entry, that's Cox's fault]). Es envisioned conversation with our classic protagonist went thusly:

     Lady Lyght apparently isn't here. Perhaps I should return to my Sanct- ...What in my father's name...

    Stupid transporter malfunction! Captain, are you okay? Look at all this mist everywhe- wait, you're not Captain Blastoid! Who are you, where are we, and where's the rest of my crew?

     Uh... you may call me Lady Terran, we are on an astral plane, and 'not here' is the best I can do for that last one.

    A plane? I don't see the controls anywhere...

     ...It's not the kind that flies. This is a magical dimension, not a physical location - and it would seem your presence has corrupted it. Has your spirit been traumatized recently?

    I just got BACK from being stranded - this is far too sobering for me... wait, where's my booze? I've lost it all! NOOOOOOOO!

     ...Ah! That explains it - it's your spirits that have gone astray! They must be on parallel planes interlaced with this one... Indeed! I can sense them. Six bottles, yes? Give me a moment and I'll recover them for you.

    Thank you! I'm not sure how I could repay you...

     Oh, no need. There is knowledge to be had from any journey, even errands such as this; that is sufficient reward for myself. I warn you, do not move from there until I've repaired the plane - trust me, you wouldn't want to wander into a deadly cloud of ambiguity. Once I'm done, I should be able to reveal the safe way across to me here, and in following it you will attain what you seek.

    Thank you very much - will do. But please hurry - I must be hallucinating from withdrawal, as I swear we're talking in colors...

Contained within that purposefully garish text lies all the information needed to reassemble Puzzle 67 - you just have to think about it the right way - and solving it will reveal its title. Fair warning: this sucker is TOUGH!

One last bit of business needed to be carried out: since I made a Sanctum Puzzler, I had to award a Puzzling Otato, traditionally given to the most curious response the puzzle generated. I was going to offer it to the first person that got the reference at the Hunt, but no one did, so I decided to give it to Mike Selinker, who sort of inspired me to make a latter-day Sanctum Puzzler in the first place (and to be fair wasn't at the Hunt that year, so wouldn't have had the chance otherwise). Long story short - ambiguity intended - e asked for it. The game of Sanctum may be gone now, and who knows if it will ever return, but the memories shall remain.... - ZM

11:58 pm - Puzzle 60: The One Ring

See Puzzle 3 for instructions.

When Palmer Mebane "paid homage" to my 30×30 The One Ring (Puzzle 30) with es Loop of Death not long before my thirty-fifth birthday, e inspired me to start work on a 35×35 follow-up. Apparently, I missed my original deadline by about a year. This last year of my life has been one of the strangest, most tormenting, and downright freakiest I've yet endured, and good riddance to it. Despite the tremendous size on display here, the puzzle is largely smooth sailing; my hopefully-obvious aesthetic restrictions guided the design rather than any desire to make a particularly challenging puzzle.

I'd also like to take this serendipitous opportunity to wish a happy 35th birthday to my most distant closest friend, Robyn O'Neil. I create all my puzzles first as graphite on paper, and some (myself included) may refer to them as artful, but I daresay my most complex works are doomed to pale in comparison to what Robyn accomplishes in the medium. - ZM

02:03 pm - Puzzle 59: Totally Rooked

Be careful, Michael.

- KITT, Knight Rider

See Puzzle 41 for instructions. This puzzle, made for Mike "projectyl" Sylvia, just serendipitously happens to include something permitting me to make a horrible pun of a reference to an Eighties TV show - which is irresistible, naturally, so there you go. The nightrider is a so-called "fairy chess" piece, something that typically only exists in chess puzzles. ...Oh, hey, look, this is a puzzle based on chess! Well, okay then! It moves as a knight can, but can leap more than once, as long as all leaps are in the same direction (think vectors) and all cells it leaps into on the way are empty (think backgammon - each step the piece takes has to "touch down" onto a free spot). For example, pretend the cell to the immediate right of the '0' on the top row had a nightrider. It would be able to "rook" exactly seven cells - its own, two off to the left, and four downward. Obviously, all upward directions leave the grid; the two remaining rightward directions immediately hit walls after just one knight move; heading downward (and angling left) has no problem hopping OVER walls a couple times, but is stopped before it would LAND on one on the leftmost column; the last direction supports two leaps before the grid would be exited.

As it turns out, the nightrider is a frighteningly suitable piece for Totally Rooked. The way it interacts with rooks, grid layouts, and the wall-sharing rule is alarmingly robust. It proved to be no problem whatsoever making the nightriders of an unknown quantity as well as the rooks. What lies below is a stupendously difficult puzzle that acts upon a lot of those revelations. In fact, for a variant of what is often thought of as Nikoli's easiest puzzle type - bar none - this may well be the most difficult puzzle on my journal to date, and perhaps for the forseeable future, as although this is humanly solvable entirely with deductive logic, it is truly right on the border of infeasibility. Good luck - you'll need it. - ZM

10:50 pm - Amazing

Have you ever heard a song in a public place - say, at a restaurant - and thought it great, but couldn't make out enough of the lyrics (perhaps due to background chatter, a lousy PA system, or bad acoustics - and let's face it, some singers have horrible articulation) to be able to track it down online and learn its title and artist? Sure, every now and then the radio DJ will be remiss in providing that data, but you can usually rest assured the song will play again soon enough; in a restaurant, you're often hosed. You have no idea if or when you may ever hear it again, even if you frequent that place.

Just such a puzzle had been tormenting me for years - a puzzle I could only refer to as "that song I heard in Ruby Tuesday, like, twice". I was never able to nail it down well enough to get an ID off of it once I got back to my computer at work. And keep in mind this was when I had my old job, so when I said "years", I meant it - at least two, bare minimum, since I was unemployed that long.

After work today at my new job, I went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner. And just as I was about to fill in the tip on my receipt right before I leave, that song played. I was fortunate in that the typical dinner crowd hadn't yet arrived in force - I was the only customer not at the bar when I'd first arrived, and there were, what, three other tables occupied when I left? - so I had a better-than-average chance of making out enough of the inflected lyrics to actually be able to identify the song once and for all once I got home.

And that's exactly what I was able to do.

I solved that puzzle today, and I'm quite frankly disco-Kirby-level happy about that. But the best part about it is that the song is playable in its entirety, for free, on the artist's official website - in fact, I've linked to it below (or above, if you're on the comment page right now). So you can hear it for yourself, and even without the years of being tormented by not knowing the source! I've totally lost count of how many times I've played it tonight. It's totally stuck in my head. WHERE IT BELONGS.

This is the first time I've ever really been able to use that 'torment' tag of mine in the past tense. Man it feels good!

ObTeaser (the classic kind): Puzzle 59 is complete and will be here tomorrow. If you've been following me on Twitter, you should already know what surprise it will offer :) - ZM

01:23 pm - Puzzles 55-8: Polyominous

First off, a reminder (or introduction if you missed it earlier): I'm running a contest right here on my journal right now that technically isn't a puzzle but is very puzzle-like in nature; it's called "Oxendo", and you can check it out with that very link.

Grant Fikes - aliases include "mathgrant", "foxger", and "President of the Zotmeister Fan Club" - some time back in 2008 got sick of waiting for me to make another Puzzlesmith contest (es having missed my first - and so far only - one back in 2005) and decided to open es own reader-submitted puzzle gallery. Since then, four more "Logicsmith Exhibition"s have graced es weblog, and in a surprisingly non-ironic manner, I have managed to miss all but one of those myself... but what is ironic about it is that I kept asking em over and over to do more of them. Especially given that four of them were for Polyominous puzzles - something I consider a specialty of mine (I'd also note that Grant just up and stole my name for them!), I have long thought this a serious problem. Although I still plan on some more Puzzlesmith contests of my own - and eventually getting around to remaking the images for the first one! - I figured I'd take care of this chunk of unfinished business first, and in style: behold, my first puzzle tetraptych!

See Puzzle 7 for instructions.

Puzzle 55

Grant's first Exhibition had a lovely required givens pattern for a ten-by-eighteen grid. Even with only two entries to the original Exhibition - one of which was Grant's emself - I still was surprised no one else did what I did with the grid, something that came to mind pretty much immediately. I'm sure you'll know what I mean when you get to it.

Puzzle 56

This is the one I actually managed to not miss. Grant offered up a smaller grid with a denser required givens pattern in the hopes of pulling in more submissions, and it worked. The astute may notice that my '5's here look different. That's because this image is based off of the one I originally sent to Grant, which is before I started generally using the larger digits, much less finalized my "bigalpha" font. I figured I'd leave it that way for historical purposes.

Puzzle 57

The required givens pattern for es third gallery was so cluster-friendly that I figured I had to do something fairly technical in order to make the resulting puzzle actually interesting. As is hopefully immediately apparent, I'd like to think I succeeded. With apologies to Thomas Snyder, a mindgame: try to guess before you start solving whether any implied polyominoes will require a digit other than '1' or '4' :)

Puzzle 58

Grant's fourth Exhibition is for a different puzzle type - a weird one I have no experience with - and I have no real interest in that at this time. However, es fifth and most recent gallery is arguably even weirder - instead of a givens pattern, the requirement was quantity-based: exactly four of each digit from '1' to '9' (in any rotationally-symmetric pattern). In the write-up, e seemed quite willing to dole out accolades for those squeezing in two-digit implied polyominoes; I have to admit to making this in response, although what exactly I'm trying to say with it I'll leave as an exercise for those who really ought to be doing something else with themselves.



Right, so now that that's done... Logicsmith Exhibition 6, please! - ZM

01:56 pm - Quiz

It is with complete disregard for irony that I state this Ultimate Sesame Street Quiz is FUCKING HARD. I only got 23 out of 48 right! - ZM

01:28 pm

And our good times start and end,
without dollar one to spend...

04:24 pm - Contest: Oxendo

GAME OVER: BETAVEROS WINS!
Please view the comments for the solution, &c. (I'm leaving the main entry text spoiler-free for posterity).

Valid koans are 4×4 grids of letters in the word 'OXEN'.

These grids have the Buddha-nature:

NOXE NEOX EXON NNNN NNNN NNNN NNNN NNNN
EXON ENXO NOXE NNNN NONN NONN NNON NOXN
ONEX XOEN XENO NNNN NNON NNNN NOON NENN
XENO OXNE ONEX NNNN NNNN NNNN NNNN NNNN

ONNO XNNX NXNN ENXO ONOX NNNN ONOO OXEN
NNNN NNNN NNXN XOEN XONO NXXN OXXN ONON
NNNN NNNN XNNN OXNE NOXO NXXN NXXO XNXN
ONNO XNNX NNNX NEOX OXON NNNN OONO XNXO

NNNN
NNON
NNNN
NNNN


These grids do not have the Buddha-nature:

OXEN OXEN OXEN OOOO OXOX OXEN OXEN XXXX
ENOX ENOX NEXO XXXX XOXO XONE XENO EOXN
OEXN XENO XONE EEEE NENE ENOX ENOX EXON
EONX NOXE ENOX NNNN ENEN NEXO NOXE XXXX

ONEX OOOO ENEN XXXX EEEE NONO OOXN OXEN
NOXE OOOO NONO XXXX EEEE NONO OXEN XENE
EXON OOOO OXOX XXXX EEEE NONO XEEN ENEX
XENO OOOO XEXE XXXX EEEE NONO NNNN NEXO

EEEE NNNN OXEO NOEX ONOO OOOO NNNN NNNN
ENEE OOON XNNE ONXE OXXO ONNO NOON NOON
EENE OOON ENNO EXNO NXXO ONNO NOON NOON
EEEE NOON OEXO XOEN OOON OOOO NOON NNON

XONE
ENOX
OXEN
NEXO


The Buddha-nature is animal related.

All suppositional koans and guesses at the Buddha-nature must be presented here as comments - emails, private messages, &c. will not be considered. One koan per person per sweep limit, with "sweep" defined as when I get around to updating this entry with everyone's koans. (This should be roughly daily.) If you guess at the Buddha-nature [there is no prerequisite for this - there is no Mondo nor are there guessing stones here], you may not present a koan in the same sweep, and if the guess is incorrect you may not present koans nor guesses until two more sweeps have been performed. If the guess is correct (and you're the first to do so), well, then you win... something. I haven't decided yet. This whole affair is intended to be fun and informal.

And in case you're wondering, yes, Grant Fikes was again indirectly responsible for this. I got the idea for this at MIT before the Hunt started when I saw devjoe piecing together an image for a "pixel Zendo" game mathgrant was running somewhere. It was the first I'd heard of Zendo, actually. I just figured I'd put this out here and see what happens. - ZM

11:22 am - WTF

• My Kellogg's Rice Krispies™ and I haven't been on speaking terms since the divorce.


• My imaginary friends keep me from talking to myself.


• Novelty T-shirt: "He who dies with the most novelty t-shirts wins"


• Maybe Stroop was just colorblind.


• Today's attitude (please underline): Happy Sad Monday


• "Stupid king's horses and king's men, I'll put myself back together!"


• I walked with my feet ten feet off of Beale once. I put some cream on it, it went away.


• The First Rule of Tautology Club is... THE FIRST RULE OF TAUTOLOGY CLUB!

12:32 pm - Writer's Block: Party of Five

"If you could invite four people-living or dead- to a dinner party, who would they be?"

Ieysus of Nazareth, Jhenette of Domrémy, Nicholas of Myra, and Father Gassalasca Jape. The topics of conversation would be legacies and pseudonyms. - ZM

02:19 pm - Proust & Mamet

"?" she prompted.