so there’s kind of a trope of non-fleshy beings like robots and idk glowy orb consciousnesses seeing fleshy beings as super gross because we’re made of meat and we poop and so forth
but
the very concept of ‘gross’ only makes sense if you are vulnerable to poison and contagion
if you don’t have flesh, there’s no real qualitative difference between blood and orange juice
robots shouldn’t even be able to be grossed out, or if they are, they should be grossed out by stuff like this
the wwires are just sticking out not even attached to anything ewwwwww
robots don’t really understand the intricate circumstances under which humans won’t touch dead things but god fucking help you if your passwords aren’t secure.
The RJ-45 slid into her jack as though they’d been designed for each other. She met KatE’s ocular ports across the scant inches that separated them, waiting for reciprocation.
KatE connected the other end of the cable without hesitation; a bot like that, they had a reputation. Ready for a data exchange with anyone. Any time. Root access, baby. You barely even had to ask.
Subroutines set up a connection almost instantly, the azure blue of a command line blinking in the shared space within them. She hesitated, not wanting to seem forward. And then…
fuckit.
sudo rsync / /Volumes/root/private/conquests
“Conquests? Kinky,” KatE giggled. The command line prompted for a password. “I’m not THAT easy, anyway!”
She pulled up the subroutines for a bruteforce, circuits buzzing with the thought that she might not even have to use it.
The command line flickered as she entered the first guess- ‘password.’
KatE giggled again.
“Try again, baby,” they urged. A new network share appeared- 60GB of raw data. “A little treat- in case you can’t make it to root.”
Circuits buzzed again and the command line quickly displayed the next password guess- ‘123456.′
“You like ‘em long, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
The third password was the moment of truth. Logic board fans roared to life as she ran microcalculations, trying to determine the most statistically likely outcome.
‘querty’
The incorrect password message flashed again- but this time, her fans kicked up their speed because the prompt didn’t cancel.
KatE’s root access didn’t have a limit on failed password attempts.
Laughing, she launched the bruteforce subroutines, pounding against KatE’s interface with thousands of attempts per second. Their fans whirred to life in response, processors warming as they attempted to cope with the onslaught.
It was over in seconds; KatE’s root password was only a single character long.
“Spacebar,” she murmured, collapsing against the couch. KatE gave her a saucy grin.
“Keep that one in your memory banks, darling; I haven’t changed it in six years. And I don’t plan to.”
werewolves are gay culture, whichever angle you look at it there’s nothing heterosexual about being a werewolf
Sorry to say this straights but jot down Orcs as gay culture as well!
Witches? Gay! Mermaids? Gay! Vampires? Gay! Dwarves? Gay! Elves? Gay! Hobbits? Gay! Centaurs? Gay! Giants? Gay! Dragons? Gay! That eye tower from lord of the rings? G a y!
Your fantasy creature is gay, your mythical creature is gay
So, basic swearwords in Russian are the same as in English. “Cunt” being the most explicit one.
That’s why the word for a great fuck-up (cluster-fuck) stems from it.
Pizda – > Pizdets
Pizdets is an apocalyptic fuck-up, something bad on galactic scale. Well, what’s going in Russia is usually a pezdets.
And the world also sounds a bit like Pesets
And pesets is an arctic fox.
That’s why, when something bad happens, you can literally say: “Small white furry animal has visited me” – and everybody would understand.
And there are tons of puns on this account. Because “full polar fox” means at the same time “fat fox” and “total fuck-up”. So you can just post a picture of chubby fox and be understood.
Well out of the blue I just remembered today the time I accidentally joined the cast of a production of The Princess Bride….in the middle of the production.
And you’re gonna just leave us there
I mean, if you guys wanna hear the story, it is a pretty fun one
Okay, so this is what happened,
Some years ago (6? 7 years ago, I think?) there was a pirate exhibit at the state museum. We had actual artifacts from the Queen Anne’s Revenge, creepy wax dummies, historical costumes etc, it was awesome.
I was really into Pirates of the Caribbean at the time, because I played the mmorpg with some high school friends of mine (and some of their parents sometimes, who also got addicted to it), so of course when they announced “Pirate Night at the Museum”, in which visitors were encouraged to dress up, I was over the moon. So I’m there with my friends, my parents, and my sisters, running around the exhibits after the museum is technically closed.
They replaced the creepy wax dummies with people in costume at this point, and it was pretty epic.
The highlight of the night would be a showing of The Princess Bride. The movie would play on the big screen while actors would be on a stage below, acting the whole thing out word for word and shot for shot as it happened. Any audience members who knew lines were encouraged to shout them out as they heard them.
Here’s the thing. My parents love that movie. Like you don’t understand they were quoting it to us in its entirety when we were still in highchairs. I could reenact the battle of wits scene before I ever actually watched it. So my family sits in the front row, behind the railing, quoting everything right along with the actors and film.
And then comes the part in the Pit of Despair with the Albino. And the cast didn’t have anyone on the stage with Wesley. I don’t know if the Albino couldn’t make it that night, or if they’d never cast him, but it was really weird to see Wesley just lying on the stage awkwardly while the Albino is supposed to be treating his injuries.
I started twitching. My mom and sister look at me and they’re like “do it.” And one of the ushers is like “you know the part? do it”
So I launch over the railing, run up onto the stage, and take over from there, doing my best impression of the character. Being that I was a 5′2″ blonde girl in a corset and puffy sleeves, Wesley had some trouble keeping a straight face.
Then they got to the scene with Humperdink telling the guard to clear out the Thieves’ Forest, and…they didn’t have the guard either. So my twin sister up in the audience is like “hang on, I got this” and then she launches over the railing to make sure Humperdink isn’t just sitting awkwardly talking to thin air.
This meant that yes, I got bopped on the noggin by Fezzik, and yes, my sister got to do the “Give us the key.” “What key?” “Fezzik, tear his arms off.” “Oh, you mean this key!”
They made up stay on stage and take a bow with the cast when it was over, it was hilarious. Then the next year, since they still had the exhibit, the museum called my sister and was like, “So….that was super fun last year. Do you and your sister want to be audience plants and do it again this year?”
The answer, naturally, was heck yes. Since we had new volunteers playing Count Rugen and Inigo this time, this also led to my sister actually choreographing their fight scene herself. Which was awesome.
My favorite part is that this is entirely in tone for Princess Bride.
Having had to spend all of college listening to physics majors at Caltech talk about stamp collecting while I was trying to teach them biology, fucking thank you, Randall Munroe.
If I don’t reblog this seriously consider that I am Locked in a basement somewhere and in need of rescuing.
😂😂😂
In defense of Feynman, he never said that. If anyone did say it, it was fucking Rutherford apparently.
Rutherford – totally the kind of ass who’d say that and would hand-wave saving billions of lives (counting future lives saved) as stamp collecting.
Feynman – liked not dying from infectious diseases, also liked playing bongos.
Feynman: also a sexist fuckneck, but hey I guess he wrote funny stories
Speaking as a physicist, I have nothing but respect for other fields of science. I know my colleagues will sometimes mock them, but I take that as a sign that they’ve never bothered to actually learn anything about those fields. Other scientists are doing amazing things.
One of my favorite things is boosting the egos of social scientists. From their reactions when we meet, I get the feeling that most of them have this mental image of physics as some bastion of mathematical difficulty and rigor. Any math they’re doing must pale before the complexity of physics.
Let me shatter that illusion for you. I can’t speak for really high-end theory, but as an experiment physicist, the most complicated statistics I use is mean and standard deviations. That’s pretty much it. And from what I’ve seen, that’s common. I was considered the statistics expert in my research group because I could 1) program a least-squares fit and 2) actually knew how to correct standard deviation for small sample sizes.
So any social scientist is miles above me, a physicist, in statistics skills. This is because physics experiments are easy. If I have a confounding variable, I redo the experiment and take it out. I don’t have to worry about my samples lying to me, I don’t have to worry about working with data sets I can’t retake or underlying factors I can’t measure. It amazes me how social scientists can take these messy complicated datasets, ones I would have no idea how to approach, and somehow extract useful information from them.
Which isn’t to downplay other fields of science either. I’ve just met more social scientists. But in general, if I can’t think of something amazing about another field of science, that just means I haven’t learned enough about it.
Your headcanon about the pregnancy is actually supported by a deleted concept of padmé’s pregnancy giving her Force visions as well incredibly pain (because she was carrying divine twins!)
Ancient Egypt was repeatedly attacked by
a mysterious army of massive warships.
The raiders suddenly showed up around
1250 BCE and continued attacking until
they were defeated by Ramesses III. No
record of them exists past 1178 BCE,
and scholars continue to debate theories
about where they went, where they came
from, and who they were- so everyone
just calls them the Sea Peoples. SourceSource 2Source 3
*puts on historian hat*
Okay but this fails to mention the fact that this was part of an enormous phenomenon called the Bronze Age Collapse, which affected basically every civilization in the region.
It’s not just that Ancient Egypt got attacked by unknown people who we refer to currently as the Sea Peoples. It’s that some sort of mysterious Bad Stuff involving unspecified raiders was going down everywhere. Egypt fragmented under the pressure, while the Mycenaean kingdoms and the Hittite empire collapsed entirely. Cities all up and down Asia Minor were destroyed completely. Think of it as an early equivalent to the fall of the Roman Empire: a collapse so monumental that it left an actual dark age in its wake.
The aspect of this collapse that laypeople are most familiar with is probably the destruction of Troy.
Okay, history rant over.
*puts on tiny snake-of-history hat*
Not all historians think the Bronze Age Collapse was as simple as “The Sea Peoples did it” however, particularly these days.
Here are Two videos of two talks by the same guy (Eric Cline) discussing the event and its larger context. He’s pretty funny in a Dad-Joke sort of way :p He’s not the only scholar who thinks this, obvsl, but he’s written a fairly successful lay-audience book on the subject, and he does a good job of summarizing the alternate arguments.
just moving along like everyone else 