jack black is literally the only human that never needs any context for me. I could see him going anywhere and doing anything. like if i got abducted by aliens and saw him just wandering around the spaceship putting bugle chips on his fingers to make it look like he has claws i would be like ‘that’s some classic jack black right there’ and not even question it
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I get asked a lot why I do astrophysics and math and all that. I get people saying things like “but that’s so hard! Why not something easier?” And, honestly? It is hard. It’s fucking hard. The hours you have to put into your studies is grueling. I rarely get time for my friends and family. But I will do it anyway. Why? Why bother with physics and math and all that theoretical nonsense? Because I’ve always been sad about being born too early for spacefaring. Like, we’re not going to become an interstellar, hell, maybe not even an interplanetary civilization in my lifetime. I’m not gonna live long enough to boldly go, to explore other planets, to find civilizations in galaxies far far away. I’m not gonna live to see it. I know I’m not. But the least I can do is help get us to that point. Any sort of scientific discovery, any sort of contribution to that future that I can make, I will do it gladly. I’m not gonna see that future, but I’m gonna try like hell to make sure someone does.
Sometimes I forget outside of New Jersey and a few other states, America doesn't have roundabouts. Like??? How do they not? Like my Granma moved to South Carolina and just,, They don't have them?
I think the biggest piece of absolute nonsense I’ve ever seen on this website was where a lot of people genuinely believed that trans men were “traitors” and were “becoming men to oppress the women” and I still see this whole “trans women are perfect but trans men are trash” thing but in lesser quantities and holy fuck man I will call almost anyone out on some bullshit but sometimes all you can do say is yikes and move tf on like I was at a loss for words whenever I saw that kind of bullshit
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This shit still goes on if you ever look at radfem/terf blogs (do not) and yeah it’s probably not worth responding to them. In my experience, no matter how politely you respond to them, they’ll block you for just disagreeing with them.
Well now-a-days its just terfs and no one listens to them anyway because they’re just so fuckin shitty and everyone knows it and we just ignore them.
But rewind a few years to where it wasn’t just terfs pulling this bullshit. It was like, this whole fuckin trend to bring down trans men, like it was so commonplace that if anyone spoke out about it, they would be more likely to be shot down/chased off tumblr/have no support/etc. instead of the people who were literally out there saying shit like “trans men < trans women reblog if you agree” ,, like that was an actual 10k+ note post I remember from a few years back.
I get asked a lot why I do astrophysics and math and all that. I get people saying things like “but that’s so hard! Why not something easier?” And, honestly? It is hard. It’s fucking hard. The hours you have to put into your studies is grueling. I rarely get time for my friends and family. But I will do it anyway. Why? Why bother with physics and math and all that theoretical nonsense? Because I’ve always been sad about being born too early for spacefaring. Like, we’re not going to become an interstellar, hell, maybe not even an interplanetary civilization in my lifetime. I’m not gonna live long enough to boldly go, to explore other planets, to find civilizations in galaxies far far away. I’m not gonna live to see it. I know I’m not. But the least I can do is help get us to that point. Any sort of scientific discovery, any sort of contribution to that future that I can make, I will do it gladly. I’m not gonna see that future, but I’m gonna try like hell to make sure someone does.
I’ve had just about enough of this whole “being alive” nonsense
I get asked a lot why I do astrophysics and math and all that. I get people saying things like “but that’s so hard! Why not something easier?” And, honestly? It is hard. It’s fucking hard. The hours you have to put into your studies is grueling. I rarely get time for my friends and family. But I will do it anyway. Why? Why bother with physics and math and all that theoretical nonsense? Because I’ve always been sad about being born too early for spacefaring. Like, we’re not going to become an interstellar, hell, maybe not even an interplanetary civilization in my lifetime. I’m not gonna live long enough to boldly go, to explore other planets, to find civilizations in galaxies far far away. I’m not gonna live to see it. I know I’m not. But the least I can do is help get us to that point. Any sort of scientific discovery, any sort of contribution to that future that I can make, I will do it gladly. I’m not gonna see that future, but I’m gonna try like hell to make sure someone does.
I’m glad guillermo del toro exists in this world to make up for jared leto’s endless stream of nonsense and buffoonery and i hope venustiano del toro the black rat lives a happy and long life amen
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the problem is, same gender attracted people desperately need a place to express our sexualities without being beaten/raped/killed. you can say you want more nonsexual lgbt spaces, saying there are too many sexual ones is homophobic nonsense tho.
Show me where I said there were too many sexual spaces? I said word for word “Maybe if the only LGBT spaces weren’t bars and clubs…”
Seriously though, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy conveys “the universe fundamentally does not care about you” better than just about any cosmic-horror story I’ve ever seen.
Its whole theme is, “the default state of life is a parade of ridiculous out-of-left-field nonsense and disaster and beauty which does not care about your personal virtue” and it can embrace and celebrate the weirdness without getting bogged down in overwrought elder pantheons.
And it’s packed with non-sequiturs and shaggy-dog stories and rambling detours but they’re all in service of that message, and the story’s just gleefully having fun with concepts like an immortal alien who’s determined to insult everyone in the galaxy to their face in alphabetical order.
Basically, the Hitchhiker’s Guide is the guy on the right: