I’m so sorry babes anytics and marketing don’t get you like I get you 😢

the thing about players like Matt Rempe is that there are so many people who would rather argue that there's a place for him and other guys like him in the league instead of agree that it will always be better and more interesting when gifted players are able to play. and they can argue that other guys are just as bad--but so what if they are? let's be worried about preventing all of it instead of making excuses for why your guy should also be able to take guys out.

I will always be more interested in guys like Quinn Hughes or Cale Makar or Jake Guentzel or Cole Caufield being able to play without having to worry some dude with a propensity for head hits is going to take them out.

Personally, I'd like Sid to have the 108 games he missed between 2011-2012. I'd like him to have the playoff series instead of the concussion he got from a Jacob Trouba hit to the head. I'd like Paul Kariya to have finished his career on his terms and without huge gaps where games should be. I'd like Paul Kariya to have gone to the Olympics in Japan instead of taking a cross-check to the face from Gary Suter. I'd like Hörny to have made that magical playoff run with the Cats instead of having to retire because of a bad Daniel Sprong hit. guys get accidentally taken out by friendly fire all the time. they shouldn't also have to worry about a hit ending their career.

it's not even about "clean" vs. "dirty." if you've played 96 minutes, your injury count should not be that high. who cares if it's legal if it's giving dudes TBIs? genuinely. because that's what concussions are.

some day, every single one of these guys will retire. long or short careers. by choice or by force. with bodies at various levels of health. the fans and the league should care a lot more about those guys than they do.

the only thing Mark Lazerus got wrong in that article was that Jacob Trouba and Tom Wilson had learned their lesson about dangerous hits. I'll believe that when it hasn't happened in the last four months.

here's one study on the quality of life of 76 Swedish hockey players who retired due to concussion. that's the shit we should be caring about.

Adult Swim making an unholy amount of sense.

Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair

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.

And they're askin' me if I can see

The darkness down below

And I know it's true, I say I do

When half the time I don't

Maybe I can't make what it may take

To leave this thing behind

But I shut my eyes and cross each line

And every time

Corgarff Castle, Corgaff, Aberdeenshire, North-East Scotland,

Credit: Mysterious

The Plain of Auvers, 1890 by Vincent van Gogh

sorry to be part of the elitist intelligentsia but i do think you have to read the text you have an opinion on if you expect your opinion to be taken seriously

It's 5 AM

We feel so good, it's almost frightening

It's 5 AM

I'm made for you, we can't deny it

at the end of the day it’s not that you hate your job - actually, you like working, you like routine, you like feeling like an adult - it’s that any time you fuck anything up, you feel like you’re fucking dying.

because you could be actually fucking dying. because if one day you wake up and you misunderstood something - you could lose your job, and nobody is hiring, and nobody is paying, and nobody takes people like you, and that job you want hasn’t gotten back to you. and what exactly are you going to do without insurance? good luck with those meds. you should have thought of that before being a person.

so it’s not just that you forgot to CC someone on an email, it’s that if you don’t have this job, you can’t afford rent. it’s not that you misread a comment, it’s that if you get fired, you will be in massive amounts of unpayable debt. it’s not that you are bad at your job, but here are the stakes as they have been decided for you: be perfect or fucking die. like, literally, die. that is how much safety net you have: none.

it’s not burnout, technically. but you literally just had two typos in your work, and you’re already picturing the ending. you want to throw up & curl up & make it all go away. it is two typos. if he decides he is mad at you, you lose literally everything.

your mom says that you seem stressed. the thing is that you have never known a job that isn’t stressful. welcome to capitalism. there is no other road, only this one. what the fuck is a career. you come here, and we hold your life against the barrel of a gun, and somewhere someone is spinning the chamber and pulling. eventually the bullet will come.

you live in a mugging. your boss owns three cars and has four kids. you worry about having enough to feed your dog. good luck. beg for forgiveness. CC the right people next time and be grateful, kid. somebody has it worse than you. someone, probably, has it worse than you. so what if you can��t sleep or eat or focus. your work chat sound literally makes you panic. you had to change the sounds of computer notifications so you’d stop having such an upset stomach.

welcome to the real world! the rat race! the dog eat dog circus!

your doctor studies the results and frowns at you. “it’s bad for your heart,” she says. “try to reduce your levels of stress.”

this is the most tumblrified man to have ever existed

ELIZABETH DEBICKI by Steven Meisel for Vogue, May 2024