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jtotheizzoe:

skunkbear:

Last year, people came up with some pretty great #ScienceValentines – let’s keep that rolling! How would you express your love for that special scientist in your life? Tweet @nprscience or message me, and I’ll collect the best ones.

(Bonus points if you can somehow incorporate landing on a comet)

Our bond is so strong, it don’t need oxytocin.
We’re woven together like a corpus callosum.
The love we impart, though it’s felt in our heart,
Is more of a limbic-type notion.

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comparativelysuperlative:

shlevy:

iamamaiden:

last-snowfall:

amroyounes:

Believe it or not, the present is not as gloomy as you think

Please memorize the second one.

This is so important to me

I saw Scott posted this and I was really hoping to scroll down and see some plausible argument that this all stems from the elimination of lead.

Seriously though, this is good stuff to keep in mind.

About that second one, not that their point isn’t true, but the decade they selected was the 1940s. OK, so we’re not in the middle of a world war! Go us! But I’d really prefer a more typical and less cherry-picked example.

Agreed. I seem to recall that a previous time I saw someone use the 1940’s for this, someone responded with an explanation of how it’s still true even if you don’t use a world-war decade. However, I have no idea where I saw that, so take plenty of salt.

The first time I saw a calculation of how much data was on the Internet, it was five petabytes. To think, just a few years ago the entire Internet could be stored inside Data’s brain, with room to spare. We’ve come so far.

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#proud citizen of The Future #reply via reblog #Data’s storage capacity is 100 petabytes #what does it say about me that that is my first association with the word ‘petabyte’

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unmovinggreatlibrary:

 

ursulavernon:

animate-mush:

ursulavernon:

ksonney:

christian-libertarian:

Most common cause of death in Georgia is Russian invasion…

See Ursula? It is NOT Mothman in WVa

Mothman strongly resembles a small Balrog. I think they’ve just confused their taxonomy.

Mothman doesn’t cause death – he merely presages it!  Gosh

Oh no! I will not take by swayed by Moth-apologists! Mothman shows up, people die! The first few times, okay, sure, maaaaybe it’s a coincidence, but once the bridges start falling down, it’s Mothpocalypse Now!

Typhoid Mary thought she was just unlucky, too, but she was directly responsible. When will the world learn that If Mothman does not wash his hands before preparing food….

…wait, I think I got confused there. Um.

Moral of the Story: Mothman Should Not Cater Your Child’s Birthday Party For Multiple Reasons.

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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

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electricsed:

So my friend Jake’s mom has like every Star Trek book ever made—the companion guides, not the novels. They’re all lined up on a shelf in order. I can’t sleep, so I plucked out the DS9 companion and started thumbing through it.

I get to one page and there’s a black and white picture of Damar kneeling over Weyoun 7’s body. Underneath it the caption reads:

“This scene wasn’t so much about Worf breaking Weyoun’s neck as Damar’s reaction to it,” Behr points out.

And I’m dying because that’s the best random fact I could have learned tonight.

From elsewhere on the same page:

Some of the best touches, however, remain Moore’s, such as the demise of Weyoun Seven. “I just knew it was going to be a fun moment,” Moore chuckles. “Weyoun would just get a little too close and say and say the wrong thing—and Worf would break his neck. And then Damar would laugh. It was gold.”

My night is 400% better than it was before I opened this book. Learning how much the neck snapping scene cracked up Rene Auberjonois is like getting a present I wasn’t expecting.

Also apparently after Damar quit drinking they lit Casey Biggs differently, to make him appear more human on screen.

This book is amazing.

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#Star Trek #DS9

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ghostabletoastables:

when i was very small i assumed this song was about some lady who literally kept a human face in a jar by the door and since father mckenzie buried her that meant that he also killed her and basically i thought eleanor rigby was about zombies until i was like 12 years old

 

bnprime:

YES!

 

catsuitmonarchy:

This is the first time I’ve ever liked this song.

 

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

This is the best ever alternate interpretation of that song :D

 

edmpr1nc3ss:

Elanor Rigby is clearly a leviathan.

 

labbydragon:

Given how many times I had to play this song in my college instrumental ensemble class, this had breathed new life into this for me.  And imagining the look on my professor’s face if she ever saw this given her Beatles obsession is kind of making me giggle.

 

beautifulinourfashion:

I’m not sure what my 13-year-old Beatle fanatic self would have thought of this, but now I think it’s a damm fine narrative arc.

 

ursulavernon:

I support this interpretation wholeheartedly.

 

draqued:

I want so desperately for this to have been the intended story.

 

aberrant-eyes:

Reblogged for camwyn, who’s identified Father Mackenzie as MI# based on “writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear”.

 

camwyn:

Yeah, I was never really very clear on what the face-in-the-jar-by-the-door was supposed to mean as a kid, but the idea of a priest conducting services for no one at all didn’t really jibe. And then somewhere along the way I read enough Tom Clancy or watched enough James Bond to realize that, y’know, some people just don’t officially exist… they might not be down on paper but spies have spiritual needs too. Or at least the need to talk to someone who understands, even if they don’t necessarily believe. Armies and prisons and hospitals have chaplains; why shouldn’t the spooks? Eleanor Rigby was a spy with a talent for disguise; Father Mackenzie was the only priest the intelligence agencies trusted.

If Father Mackenzie takes individual confessions I suspect he goes through an awful lot of brandy, because I can’t imagine having someone like 007 show up with something bad enough to actually weigh on his conscience can be an easy thing to hear about. And the seal of the confessional wouldn’t just be a religious/moral thing under those circumstances, but one that also came with the knowledge that if he did let anything out, there was a bullet with his name on it.

(I’m also reasonably sure that the funeral he conducts towards the end of the song is actually pretty jam-packed. It’s just that Mackenzie is the only attendee who officially existed; the others all came because nobody outside the agency even knew the assignment number, let alone the name, of the poor sod in the box. But the spies take care of their own.)

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#oh look an update #hadn’t seen the spy one before

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would-you-like-a-jelly-baby:

amaranththallium:

curiosity-discoverer-of-worlds:

survivor-trek:

imagine data caring for you when you’re unable to care for yourself

imagine data being the constant in your life for seventy, eighty years

imagine data staying by your side because he is accustomed to your sensory input and he would miss you if you were gone

imagine data knowing that one day he will miss you and choosing to become accustomed to you anyway

imagine data.

Imagine Data knowing that one day he will miss you…

…unless he does something about it

Imagine Data developing new advances in technology

Imagine Data revolutinizing bio-engenering, genetics, prothesis and everything that can prolongue human life.

Imagine Data giving back to you the ability to care for yourself

Imagine Data being a constant in your life for seventy hundred or eighty hundred years.

Imagine Data knowing that one day humanity conquered the stars, that one day humanity created himself, proving that it could create life.

Imagine Data knowing that one day humanity (post-humanity, trans-humanity, alien-humanity) will conquer Death.

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@sharkyminimalist

It occurred to me, while I was thinking about this post, that Star Trek already has mind-uploading capabilities.

It is canon that the Borg keep copies of every mind they assimilate, which survive beyond the deaths of the drones they were copied from.

It is canon that under certain conditions, minds can be precipitated out of the hive-mind solution, even if you don’t have their original brain handy.

And, on second thought, the Trill also do exactly this, though under circumstances that are likely to have a lot more limitations.

(Huh, there are actually two Star Trek episodes focusing on how people there can live indefinitely, but only if they spend almost all the time as part of a hive mind, with no reasons given for why the technology couldn’t be used in a completely non-assimilating manner.)

The Feds have already used adapted stolen Borg technology to save lives. Think how many more they could save if they went a bit further.

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#Star Trek #transhumanism #I have never *called* myself a transhumanist #but I have noticed I tend to react to transhumanist writings with ‘I like the way you think’

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