Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
No guys you donât understand.
The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.
So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosityâs birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.
This isnât a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we canât get to because itâs name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.
Thatâs not sad, thatâs awesome.
*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing
And the medieval chunk of the poetry youâre talking about is entirely based around the idea that love ennobles, and so if one loves but is not loved in return, because the woman is married or trapped in a tower or THIRTEEN GODDAMNED YEARS OLD, one is obligated to go out into the world and use that love as a catalyst to do great and good things.
The âfriendzoneâ narrative cannibalizes this, because it replaces the story of Working Your Passion On The World To Make It Better with the story of Working Your Passion On Some Judgemental Cockteasing Bitch Because Something Something My Penis.
somehow i cant imagine a fuckboy sitting down and composing a ghazal
âŠdamnit, donât make me hope
donât make me hope to one day see a poem where just over half the lines end in âbecause something something my penisâ
donât do that to me
what ungrateful bitch has put me in the friend zone? who spurned my love, just as i was in the end zone?
mâlady, i tipped the fedora of my heart your way â
believe me, my love was no pretend zone
i felt euphoric for days, with your attention,
now here i languish, alone, in the condemned zone
Thatâs it, agoodcartoon is a goddamn poet for the ages.
Forsooth, mine love, why canât you doth see me? Through the chains of jocks which hast trapped thee?
My insults will pique your interests with ease Since a true meninist shanât deign to please
You canât know what a Nice Guyâs true love is Because friendzone, something, something penis
I will never, ever get the friend zone as a concept. Itâs utterly stupid.
ha ha ha ha ha ha!
âMy lady, the strings of my heart youâve been plucking But instead of my junk itâs that hunk that youâre fucking Your heart is as cold as a frozen ice block Because you will not something something my cockâ
âI canât believe you really thought weâd be friends Canât you see Iâve been nice for ulterior ends The fact that you donât live to fuck me is sick Youâre worthless to me something something my dickâ
These are the thoughts of a million douchebags Who deserve to hump nothing but crusty cumrags Sheâs a goddess, you dolt, sheâs a modern day Venus There is more to love than something something your penis.
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I know the venn diagram of comic book nerds and law nerds is a thin sliver, but the fact that no one on my whole dashboard discovered this today and yelled about it made me a little sad.
And a little happy, too, because I get to share it with you.
In a patent case between Marvel and a guy who created what later became a Spider-Man toy, Justice Kagan pulled out all kind of Spider-Man references. Including, but not limited to, the best cf. citation of all time.
And what else have I learned from this? That according to The Supreme Court Review, she is a massive comic fan and her favorite movie is The Avengers.
Shit, guys, now I have to reconfigure my whole list of favorite lady justices!Â
Regardless, I hope you enjoy.
So here I was just an RBG fan. Â Iâm happy to expand my fanishness. đ