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meganamram:

Do you have cancer? Find out with this fun, flirty quiz!!

1. It’s the middle of class and your crush looks over to see you:

a. Texting him!

b. Paying attention to the teacher. Come on – it’s class!

c. Picking at a large new mole that has recently developed on your forearm!

*

When I write an email client, its rules system will have smart checks in place to stop you doing really stupid shit like this.
Because these checks clearly don’t exist in my head.

When I write an email client, its rules system will have smart checks in place to stop you doing really stupid shit like this.

Because these checks clearly don’t exist in my head.

The best argument I have heard for a monarchy is that it keeps rightwing nutters in check. Tell a fascist, “The Queen wouldn’t like it,” and they shut right down, perhaps recognising their own.
Guardian column
This is ADORABIBBLE
cuteboyswithcats:

naptime.
-boytony

This is ADORABIBBLE

cuteboyswithcats:

naptime.

-boytony

brainmeat:

UC Berkeley researchers used brain scans of the visual cortex and computational models to reconstruct what the individual is seeing. From UC Berkeley:

“As yet, the technology can only reconstruct movie clips people have already viewed. However, the breakthrough paves the way for reproducing the movies inside our heads that no one else sees, such as dreams and memories, according to researchers.

“This is a major leap toward reconstructing internal imagery,” said Professor Jack Gallant, a UC Berkeley neuroscientist and coauthor of the study published online today (Sept. 22) in the journal Current Biology. “We are opening a window into the movies in our minds.”

…one day, probably sooner than you’d think, though maybe not as soon as you like, Some dopey cunt will be silly enough to fall for you without you even trying. And that day, my friend, will be golden.
getoutoftherecat:

get out of there cat. you are not a vagina. you don’t bl-oh god i don’t even want to finish this.

getoutoftherecat:

get out of there cat. you are not a vagina. you don’t bl-oh god i don’t even want to finish this.

erickimberlinbowley:

The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

erickimberlinbowley:

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

There is no other species on the Earth that does science. It is, so far, entirely a human invention, evolved by natural selection in the cerebral cortex for one simple reason: it works. It is not perfect. It can be misused. It is only a tool. But it is by far the best tool we have, self-correcting, ongoing, applicable to everything. It has two rules. First: there are no sacred truths; all assumptions must be critically examined; arguments from authority are worthless. Second: whatever is inconsistent with the facts must be discarded or revised. We must understand the Cosmos as it is and not confuse how it is with how we wish it to be.
Carl Sagan (via brainmeat)