That's it. That's the dream. I'm almost mad that that's the dream.

That's half the dream. The other half is being fairie fucking godmother to everyone on the planet.

See, I had 100k for a hot minute. Doesn't matter why. But for nearly a calendar year, I picked up the tab every chance I got, i lavished people with gifts, I took a friend to Greece, I paid for healthcare for myself and a few other people, for lawyers to help someone get out of an abusive marriage, Christmas presents for a single mom of 3.

It felt incredible. Just to take away the worry and say, "I've got you." Instacart groceries to a grieving friend of a friend across town. Pay the unexpected car repairs. Gift a young artist a yearlong subscription to Procreate.

That's why I'll never understand billionaires. If you could fix it, if money could actually make even one life better, why would you not do it? Even just for the kick? Hell, i don't care if it feeds your ego. Be Tony Stark, be Superman, idgaf. When you'll never be able to spend all that you have, even if you some up every damn day like it was your job, if you could end world hunger six times over for the price of a social media company, why wouldn't you just DO IT?

I don't have a coherent conclusion to this, except that if I ever meet Jeff Bezos, I'll beat him to death with my bare fists.

im so so sorry to every artist who's art ive ever reblogged without gushing in the tags. you deserve it im just so tired. ill do better i promise

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.

an article on the subject for the curious:

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the white-collar professional world is not ready for the number of chatgpt-degrees that are coming into the work place these next couple years

I just want what they had

it used to be 2007 you know

All the adults should put in the tags how old they were in 2007

I can’t tell if you’re calling me old or young here lmao

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maybe whistleblowers just happen to come forward around the time they're about to die. no one ever considers that

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you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

I made it. I made it. I made it!!!!

I am old enough to be a parent to a college-aged kid. I made it. It sucked. It was hard. I lost parts of my self I may never get back. But I made it.

You can make it too. You DON'T have to change who you are. You might have to hide things from time to time, but I want you to know that it shouldn't be about shame. It's about protecting those beautiful parts of yourself from harm and having the joy of them robbed from you. It doesn't make you any "less". Eventually all of those 'secrets' will be like spring bulbs. Beautiful bursts of color and life just waiting for a good, safe, warm day. You just gotta hold on.

You can make it. One day you'll be an old weirdo with creaking, crunching, knees. You will live long enough to see your own crow's feet. You'll stop caring about what other people think and honestly other people will stop caring about what you do. Eventually you get the "adultier adult" pass, and barely anyone gives you a second look. And if they talk shit you've got decades of practice under your belt and you can verbally eviscerate them for it. You can make it.

I got gray hair!!! I never thought I would. I love every one of the little wiry motherfuckers. I made it. You can make it.