Dump cake. Dump cake. Dump cake.
If you use a computer, which you most likely do unless your reading this on a printed copy, in which case you are only reading this because of a computer, unless you got your hands on Tumblr’s data storage servers, cracked open the hard drive this is stored on, and are reading the 1s and 0s that make up this post with a high power microscope, which is probably run by a computer…. You know what? If you are reading this, thank that women^. Her name is Grace Hopper, and she is one of the most under appreciated computer scientists ever. You think Gates and Jobs were cool? THIS WOMEN WORKED ON COMPUTERS WHEN THEY TOOK UP ROOMS. ROOMS I TELL YOU, ROOMS! She invented the first compiler, which is a program that translates a computer language like Java or C++ into machine code, called assembly, that can be read by a processor. Without it we would still be writing everything in raw assembly, which takes much longer and is much less human-readable. Every single program you use, every operating system and server, was made possible by her first compiler. She made it when no one thought it was possible. The pervading thought at the time was that computers could only use assembly and therefore only do basic arithmetic, but she proved them wrong. Oh, and she worked on some of the first super computers for the Navy. This women is one of my heroes. Also, she has a destroyer named after her, and a super computer, called the Cray XE6 “Hopper”.
Time is a flat circle.
So fake but still so great.
Someone is unhappy with the tooth fairy.
Bow! by Pascual Redondo
NYC.gov: Battery Disposal -
Alkaline batteries can be discarded in the trash. Standard alkaline batteries are not considered hazardous waste, since they no longer contain mercury. Place batteries with your regular trash, not in your recycling bin.
My dead battery stash is enormous. And also, apparently, unnecessary.
You can already find cricket chips, cricket juice, and chocolate-chip cookies made from cricket flour. But if the insect is to become a true food craze, Nicola Twilley explains, it will require a proper supply chain.
The central defining roles of cultural superiority and oneupsmanship in foodieism lead inevitably to entomophagy.
Insect eaters are basically the record store clerks of food.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie. —
Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup. And this is why I read a LOT of YA fantasy fiction.
Great, thanks for ruining everything!
Just kidding, in all seriousness, thank you for pointing this stuff out. It’s important. I try to pay attention, to look out for these kinds of things, but inevitably fail to notice them all.
It has been one year since I got on the scale and it screamed 284.
It has been one year since I started obsessively counting calories with an iPhone app, one year since I started eating Wasa crackers with hummus and slices of cucumber and sriracha sauce, one year since I got back into miso soup and 100 calorie ziploc bags of almonds and started carrying beef jerky everywhere as a quick protein fix, one year since I stopped drinking so much fancy goddamned beer all the goddamned time, one year since one year since I started walking for exercise, one year since I tried to run and couldn’t make it a quarter of a mile.
This weekend, the scale whispered 211 and I celebrated by running 5K with my wife under 30 minutes.
Also, I bought a gorgeous three year old 50” Panasonic plasma television in perfect condition from a generous friend for $300.
In conclusion, I’m the greatest human that has ever lived.
Do yourself a favor & rent my favorite movie, ORCAPUNCHER.