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My pieces for the @bg3bigbang , for @norangutan 's AMAZING shadowzel fic! Go read it here!

Funny How True Colours Shine (13144 words) by proxybird, Norangutan Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Murder Wives, only one bed(roll), fighting back to back, Happy Ending, I Summary: Lae'zel is slowly realizing that there really was no heterosexual explanation for the knife held to her throat the other night in camp, but, frustratingly, Shadowheart is in complete denial. Even more frustratingly, none of this matters because they have to work together to get out of the Underdark, through a Sharran temple, and back to Tav. Good luck.

i'm sorry but this is the only submission to this trend that i'll consider giving any thought to

i say this with 100% sincerity: if you want to know who monica lewkinsky is, she's the person who deserves to be back in the white house more than any person alive and she should get full rights to execute any 1990s comedians of her choice by firing squad. she deserves to be on the $20 bill and have her own monument on the national mall, but instead she's happy with reclaiming the narrative. she should have been america's people's princess instead of diana. we don't deserve her.

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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:

Don't forget number 9: actually opening up the document

Don’t forget number

9: actually opening

up the document

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I have been waiting all year to post this.

omg

This has been in my queue for months.

I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

YES

omg i didnt reblog this last year!

Do you think the Moment they saved the world in bg3 and the team had one conversation without tadpoles they all immediately realised how bad at communicating they all are

I mean it was a group of loners and outsiders who were given the ability to just look at the other one and go KNOW THIS

They were airdropping photos into each other's Heads😭

Do you think the moment they tried to explain stuff naturally they just did half a sentence and then Looked at each other in silence😭 Team with perfect synergy and rhythm immediately turned to me having conversation with my father

Thinking again about the time my aliens class was discussing conspiracy theories and the professor asked us to call some out and I, thinking simultaneously of both flat earthers and the "moon landing was faked" people, confidently shouted out "FLAT MOON!" and sent the class into hysterics

adhd moment

Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.

It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.

To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.

This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.

Join me below, if you would.

Catch me sitting in my office absolutely bawling.

some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

Japanese bamboo carving of a toad, carved with knobby skin and large black eyes, stained overall with a dark brown color, together with an original hinoki wooden box bearing an inscription dating the carving to 29th year of the Meiji period corresponding to 1897 and signed Oda.

Clars

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