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Nevermind this is the answer to the code.

Nevermind this is the answer to the code.

is it just me or are terran marines a contradiction in terms?

sixpenceee:

littlekiwifrog:

Tear-drinking Butterflies

In the Amazon, it’s not uncommon to see groups of colorful butterflies fluttering around turtles basking along the river. This is because they drink the turtles’ tears—an invaluable source of salt for the herbivorous butterflies.

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This is so cool

Nevermind, I cracked the code, totally figured out why it was tiled.

Nevermind, I cracked the code, totally figured out why it was tiled.

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Richard Dawkins’ twitter background appears to have been uploaded pre-tiled? This suggests to me he may not know it automatically tiles, which in turn suggests he may be using a screen resolution smaller than the dimensions of the uploaded image (1280x652). As someone with experience in IT, this suggests to me that he may have his display (probably a modern widescreen LCD monitor) set to 800x600, because it makes things easier for his rapidly failing old-man eyes, and he doesn’t know how to increase the DPI to make content large and readable while maintaining the crisp pixel sharpness of a native resolution. And perhaps even, he has extrapolated that all other users will experience his twitter exactly as he does; after all, he is a scientist, and in all the time he’s spent in front of his screen, he’s found no empirical evidence that computer screens might behave differently from his.
Of course this is all purely hypothetical. But just in case.

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Richard Dawkins’ twitter background appears to have been uploaded pre-tiled? This suggests to me he may not know it automatically tiles, which in turn suggests he may be using a screen resolution smaller than the dimensions of the uploaded image (1280x652). As someone with experience in IT, this suggests to me that he may have his display (probably a modern widescreen LCD monitor) set to 800x600, because it makes things easier for his rapidly failing old-man eyes, and he doesn’t know how to increase the DPI to make content large and readable while maintaining the crisp pixel sharpness of a native resolution. And perhaps even, he has extrapolated that all other users will experience his twitter exactly as he does; after all, he is a scientist, and in all the time he’s spent in front of his screen, he’s found no empirical evidence that computer screens might behave differently from his.

Of course this is all purely hypothetical. But just in case.

Hypothesis: A correlation exists between liking Vulcans and taking Dick Dorkins seriously.

The Possibility That They May Be Enormous

seinfelt:

Jerry is in love again, so blissfully ecstatic that he and his new lover, Ana, march down the street hand in hand. They bring with them messages of love, and everywhere they go, love grows. Her dress twists slowly in the wind; the two are the epitome of happiness.

George attempts to return a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf after the expiration date, and realizes that the clerk he’s speaking to is actually Jerry’s girlfriend. She patiently tries to explain to George that she cannot offer a refund, causing George to make quite a scene before he storms out.

He later explains the encounter to Jerry, shaking his tiny fist and swearing he wasn’t wrong, hoping Jerry can use his relationship to get George’s money back. However, Jerry didn’t realize that Ana worked at the grocery. “You’re telling me that my girlfriend earns… minimum wage?”

Elaine finds herself in a bizarre love triangle, where she must choose between “Mr. Horrible” and “The Ugliness Man.” She explains the situation to Jerry, who sympathizes a bit before whining that he wants to break things off with Ana without appearing classist. ”No, that’s not classist,” Elaine says. “That’s classless.”

Kramer attempts to poison Newman’s mind with wrong ideas that appeal to him, terrible screeds about various immigrant populations in the city. Newman will have none of it, though: “I can’t stand here listening to you, my racist friend.” “I’m not just your racist friend,” Kramer replies, “I’m your only friend.” Newman spits at Kramer’s feet and walks away.

Peterman becomes enamored with his new “pet rock,” going so far as to bring it to board meetings and business lunches. (He is unaware that it is actually a toy of one of the California Raisins.)

Newman, still reeling with disgust, gets his payback by leaving a dead sparrow in Kramer’s letterbox. When Kramer discovers this, he mutters to himself, “Done someone wrong, and I fear that it was me.”

Hoping for a more sympathetic ear than Jerry’s, George recounts his woes to his parents. Frank is utterly disgusted, though, and smashes his hearing aid beneath his boot heel so he doesn’t have to listen to George any longer. He screams endlessly, calling George “King Lazybones!”

A terrible smell and sound emanates from Kramer’s apartment, and a crowd gathers outside the door, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. “He might be frying up a stalk of wheat,” suggests someone helpfully. Jerry is able to break the lock and discovers quite a scene: the bathtub running over, the stereo on at full volume, and bacon sizzling on the stove. Kramer, however, is nowhere to be found to explain why.

Jerry goes to the grocery store right in the middle of Ana’s shift and breaks up with her, right in front of her manager. “Well, Jerry,” she says through gritted teeth, “You’re the nicest of the damned.”

A week later, Jerry and George walk past the grocery where Ana works, both of them visibly depressed, a mess, and feeling totally worthless. “I tell ya,” says George, “That’s nobody’s storefront but the jerk’s!”

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Bania goes shopping at a record store and plucks out one album in a green sleeve, immensely satisfied: “Now this one, this is the best!

Neelix just unmasked a traitor then singlehandedly bested him in melee combat, then proceeded to waltz through engineering and undo all his sabotage in like ten seconds. He is basically a more well-spoken version of Clon.

Princess, I love you! I love you so much it hurts! the pain, it-oh!

Princess Bubblegum: What you’re feeling is called infatuation. The pain is a product of you overvaluing a projected imaginary relationship with me.

Man Peebs, I feel ya.

Why does the Star Truck have articulated “n-cells” or whatever the fuck those are called!? Seriously every time I see that in the opening theme I have to wonder what possible justification the writers have for that besides “it’s like an X-Wing!” It seems like A) a structural vulnerability and B) a complete waste of time and engineering, especially seeing as they’re fixed on every single other Star Truck.