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Mathober2026 Icositetragon: Iscolly
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October 8, 2026 at 1:40 AM
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A list of days and prompts. In order: Perimeter of an Ellipse, Zebra Graph, Permutation List, Linear Recurrence, Inellipse, Connected Topology, Five Circles, Parabolic Rotation, K-Cyclic Graph, Simple Pole, Problem of Points, Reciprocal Prime Constant, Standard Map, Icositetragon, Irredundant, Isochronous Curve, Dimension Invariance, Biflecnodal Point, Orthic Triangle, Nice Vector Field, Prime Ring, Polylogarithm, Devil On Two Sticks, Multiperfect Number, Crossed Prism Graph, Unimodular Lattice, Indefinite Quadratic, Conic Double Point, Two Triangle Theorem, Spheroidal Wave Function, Existential Closure
September 10, 2026 at 9:59 PM
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I might be the first person on the internet to say a basketball net is the shape of an icositetragon. www.spudart.org/blog/a-baske...
A basketball net is an icositetragon - Spudart
A basketball net, viewed from above, secretly forms a 24-sided shape: an icositetragon. And somehow the bottom of the net also looks like three overlapping squares from a forgotten 1993 sports logo ma...
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May 13, 2026 at 3:55 PM
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«Això és un polítop. Un ciutadà de dimensions superiors. Un objecte que obeeix totes les regles de la geometria mentre ignora l’única regla que pensàvem que importava de debò: que l’espai té tres direccions i prou».

De Pau Varela, @crmatematica.bsky.social
La geometria de les habitacions impossibles
Hi ha una forma que s’anomena 24-cel·les (o icositetràgon, si us agraden els noms impronunciables). Viu en quatre dimensions, la qual cosa significa que no es pot construir, ni agafar, ni veu…
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December 5, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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tag yourself im the icositetragon
nedroid.com Anthony Clark @nedroid.com · Jul 28
In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:
"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti. “I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!” “It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”
July 28, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:
"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti. “I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!” “It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”
July 28, 2025 at 4:49 PM