Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1

The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.

So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.

So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.

Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.

And the probe is working again.

From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.

Hey!!! The moon/ocean love poem you wrote is probably one of my favorite pieces of poetry in the world. I was interested in getting a tattoo based off of it and I wanted to check if you were comfortable with me including lines from the poem in the tattoo?

Absolutely! If you’re comfortable with it, I’d also love to see your tattoo design or which words you’re including if you want to share!

Hello! My bookbinding server is doing a tiny books bang, which is like a big bang but with book-styled pdfs (typesets) and physical copies of said typesets. Can I typeset "to heed the voice of honor" for this exchange? You can see my work at my bookbinding tumblr, woodlandwarbler. Thanks!

Go wild! I’m a big fan of anything transformative or creative, like book binding or podficcing of my work, so long as no one is making profit off my words. Have fun and I’m touched you want to include my piece!

what if i was very literally doomed by the narrative itself and you used your bloody hands to bend the foundation of reality and change my fate. and we were both girls.

Total eclipse of the Sun, July 1860, illustrated by astronomer Warren de la Rue.

Time for a new long post. A group of some of my favorites I’ve done in 2024 already.

‘Study of Thistles’ by Sophia L. Crownfield, c. 1890.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility 🏳️‍⚧️

Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

Hi oh my god I had been playing mahtah for a day or so when the new update dropped!! The new trophies are so delightful thank you very much, but alas I have come for another matter in desperation: I truly can't figure out to romance Chris lmao. I've done a run with at least every other character epilogue and I've attempted to be nice to everyone but I truly can't get his points up above 2 by endgame even though I've cleared all his dialogue TvT I've come to you as my last resort, since I genuinely respect your work so much and I did genuinely want to have a complete natural experience 🙏

Ah! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

The trouble with Chris is he will also judge you for how you treat others around him; in general, be kind and polite, but also when he snaps at Gwyn, don't snap back at him. When you visit him in the hospital, invite him back to the house for hot cocoa if you get that option. In general, take the time to say kind, sympathetic things in his dialog options, rather than driving toward truth, answers, and goals. Where Bec loves some good sharp sarcasm, and Gwyn appreciates quirky joy and practical loyalty, Chris genuinely likes the little niceties.

Hi! I think there was a poem that you wrote some time ago, I'd really like to read it again. It was about grief, and I believe there was a line to the effect of:

"The world is not less because you are not in it,

But the world is less without you"

I think there was also a line about the passing of seasons that mentioned plums ;; I hope I'm not crazy or mistaken. Love your work!

I think this is probably the one you're looking for!

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When I say you were too young to go I mean the stars had not yet fallen. I mean there were rivers  that had not yet carved themselves canyons. I mean I can count the years you were here.  When I say you were too young  I mean there were still stories I never got to tell you. I mean there were joints in my body then that had not yet ached. I mean the orchid on my desk has been nothing but a green stick for weeks but just today it bloomed. You would care about that but you are not here to tell. When I say you were too young I mean I was. I mean I did not want to know that kind of quiet,  not yet, not sitting there in my fuzzy socks, reading  a string of texts and truths I did not want to believe in. I dreamed last week it was a lie. We went out to lunch. You were skinny and sun brown and sat sideways in your chair.  I got coffee and you had salad with figs, and then I woke up. When I say you were too young to go I mean I miss you. I mean you were a light on this earth. I mean starlight  comes across millions of light years of vacuum and silence. I mean when things get big you measure distance in terms of time spent. I mean the older I get the farther I get from you. -ejl.

once there were four children, by Liridi.

Growing.

Top-Tier Villain Motivations

They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.

I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.

Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.

Yes, Master

Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!

I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)

I don't want a better future, I want a better past!

No other way to get performance art funded these days

Kaoru Yamada

#art