music is like if god existed for exactly 3 minutes and 47 seconds, or perhaps 27 minutes and 16 seconds. or just 1 minute and 22 seconds. just something to consider

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.

dandelions are Not weeds they are literally yellow...

I'm re-reading the Discworld series for reasons, and honestly the most relatable part of reading these as an adult is how many of the protagonists start out being tired, used to their little routine and vaguely disgruntled by the interruption of the Plot. Sam Vimes wants to lie drunk in a gutter and absolutely doesn't want to be arresting dragons. Rincewind is yanked into every situation he's ever encountered, though he'd much rather be lying in a gutter too. (Minus the alcohol. Plus regretting everything he's ever done said witnessed or even heard about fourth-hand in his whole life.) Granny Weatherwax is deeply suspicious of foreign parts and that includes the next town over; Nanny has leaned into the armor of "nothing ever happens to jolly grannies who terrorize their daughters-in-law and make Saucy Jokes"

Only the young people don't seem to have picked up on this---and that's fortunate, because someone has to run around making things happen, if only so Vimes and Granny and Rincewind have a reason to get up (complaining bitterly the whole time) and put it all to rights. Without Carrot, Margrat, Eric, etc. these characters don't have that reason; they're likely to stay in the metaphorical gutter and keep wondering where it all went wrong or why anything has to change.

............well, that's not quite true. You get the sense that Vetinari knows how much certain people hate the Plot. And as the person sitting behind the metaphorical lighting board of Ankh-Morpork, he takes no small pleasure in forcing the Plot-haters specifically to stand up, and say some lines.

oh no…. guys…. (<- brain is being consumed by new pathetic podcast characters)

I do think that William 'I only tell the truth' de Worde and Moist 'I only tell lies' von Lipwig are physically incapable of being im the same room. There is a forcefield.

we’re two slow dancers, last ones out

gonna throw some stuff I'm working on into the ether -- THE DIMENSION 20 INTREPID HEROES PLAY THROUGH THE PLOT OF THE TERRY PRATCHETT DISCWORLD NOVEL 'FEET OF CLAY'* (no spoilers version)

Brennan: Siobhan, please introduce your character.

Siobhan: I am a ripped to shit, buff as hell, six-foot-six human who was raised as a dwarf. I’m the nicest boy you’ve ever met and everyone loves me.

Emily: I’m the personification of a German shepherd as a human woman. Except blonde, like an Irish wolfhound, wink wink.

Zac: I’m just a nasty little guy. A high-level rogue with charisma as a dump stat. People are actively repulsed by me. Lou: I’m a paladin who doesn’t want to be a paladin. I keep trying to quit, but they keep dragging me back in!

Siobhan: You were one week away from retirement!

Lou: I was one day away from retirement! [Beardsley's character is a dwarf who's pushing gender boundaries. Murph's character is literally dumb as a rock.]

[But wait, people who know both canons say, isn't *Brennan's* somewhat-controlled anticapitalist rage the fit for Vimes? To which I say: I envision Lou having a ball here, and we need Brennan to play Every NPC. Brennan's Vetinari. Brennan's Scheming Guild Weirdos. Brennan's Tiny Scottish Pixie Who Built Himself An Airship, aka Wee Mad Arthur. Brennan as Lou's character's wife.)

Lou: Brennan, how thicc is my wife?

Brennan: To say your wife has a bangin’ booty would be an understatement.

you’re not the son I raised

alice dyer

I've never listened to welcome to night vale but I think from my understanding it's like the bible but for gay english majors

I’m really making this lined notebook just Magnus Archives Exclusive huh

Desolation Tim hnrhghghgh

sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems

my favourite official abed tweets

Does anybody know if we have tomorrow tomorrow? or will it just be today? bc I actually want it to be yesterday... anyone know how to contact management about that?