“wait a second… Heat rises” (it hits me) “heat rises!”
Bank teller on floor: what?
“Heat rises!”
(I rush at the armed robber and he shoots me in the face killing me instantly. It’s unclear what my plan was)
holy fuck, a hair dryer at a Paris airport broke Polymarket weather markets & made someone $34,000 richer
- polymarket was settling Paris temperature bets on a single Météo France sensor sitting near the Charles de Gaulle runway perimeter - basically unguarded
- the guy bought the long-shot outcome (like "22°C" when everyone expected 18°C) for pennies, since nobody thought it'd hit
- then he walked up to the probe and briefly heated the air around it with a portable heat source, spiking the reading just long enough to register as the daily max
- temperature snapped back to normal in minutes, the market resolved in his favor, and he cashed out - twice, on April 6 and April 15, before Météo France caught on and filed charges
hyperstitions.
This original medieval-style dance piece is in G minor, with a chord progression that alternates between Gm and Cm, incorporating variations like Gm6 and Cm6 for that hypnotic flow.