i thought it was just a normal dog in the background up until the end until it really opened its fucking mouth
and then i just keep looking at it, paying attention while he talks, and im like…is that…a fucking muppet…is that controlled by someones hand, and i just, it gets so much worse because i keep staring and its forever until i realize its not even a normal fucking dog it has fucking hands. little grabby fucking hands,
I saw a post describing different kinds of body horror, like with a deer as example. I didn’t get the one that used deception as theme, like ‘the thing that wasn’t a deer and maybe never was’ was an example of how we are afraid to be deceived, but I couldn’t picture it. THIS 'DOG’ IS A HORRBILE XAMPLE OF THAT! I hate how for a few moments I truly thought that was just a normal dog! How could I have been that blind!?! I actually flinced when that jaw unhinged like a fucking snake!
Like yeah, that’s a dog:
Good god:
Im pretty sure thats a creature from the Dark Crystal
Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
No guys you don’t 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 Curiosity’s 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 isn’t 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 can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.
That’s not sad, that’s 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
albatrosses will wipe the floor with any species of bird you choose to compare them to. they’re the Most, or at least Extremely, by almost every metric
wingspan. lifespan. intricacy of mating dances. devotion to monogamy. investment in offspring. ability to circumnavigate the globe. literary symbolism that is flexible but not to the point of meaninglessness. eyeliner quality. I could go on
Life is so hard because I want to write and I want to draw and I want to sew and I want to make fanvids and I want to make animatics and I want to paint and I want to make jewelry and I want to make stained glass and I want to do bookbinding and I want to record podfic and I want to compose filk and I want to develop a conlang and I want to learn to code and what I actually do is sleep because I am so sleepy
