Crash, Boom, Bang

30-something anglo-scottish person, fumbling along.

Once upon a time, I was an astrophysics PhD student. One very short postdoc convinced me that academia would never be for me, so I jumped ship to the Dark Side. But I still like the pretty pictures.

Mostly a repository for nerdiness and fangirling.

Occasional politics and feminism.

white - cis - she/her

smallsoapdish:

jamiefraserprimesmypump:

scribblesincrayon:

averagefairy:

i literally cannot take people over 30 anymore thinking technology is “sucking the magic out of life” listen grandma i can look up how to say anything in any language in under a second i can see my best friend face to face in real time even though she lives across an ocean i could spend the rest of my life watching different videos of cats and probably never see the same one twice if thats not magical to you WHAT IS  

Why do Tumblr people persist in thinking 30 is old?! Um, 30 is not the new 65. We grew up with the internet and technology, just like you. Stop acting like you have some sort of monopoly on cool because you’re too young to have a mortgage. Sheesh.

Seconded. That is so fucking obnoxious.

OP, I was managing six different conversations on this new-fangled sorcery “AOL Instant Messenger” way back in the day before the sperm that fertilized your generation was wiggling out of its collective father’s vas deferenses. Hell, I was a drunk college student engaging in primitive forms of sexting while you all were still crapping your diapers. Way back in my day, when you whippersnappers were still sucking on the teat, I was fighting the good fight against griefers in Diablo (Diablo I, that is, sonny).

Ah, I remember the piercing shriek of the dial-up modem fondly, back when it took five minutes to get online so that you could check out Napster (the old one). While I waited I would play Sega Genesis and my mom would weep silently in the corner for the loss of my generation’s sense of the true wonder of life, and it was ALL BECAUSE OF THAT ASSHOLE HEDGEHOG

And further back in the yore-days of old I recall the excitement of sitting down at the old MacIntosh at school during recess, and after the ten minute wait while the machine powered up, popping in that sleek 5 1/4 inch floppy disk and trembling in anticipation to see how long I could make it in Oregon Trail before that cold, cold green-on-black type told me that my party died of the shits while crossing the Rockies. My teachers would say, “but little lady, don’t you want to play with your real friends, outside in the sunshine?” And in response I made the NO face BEFORE IT WAS EVEN A MEME GODDAMMIT. Meanwhile, OP, your father’s father’s father was probably just barely old enough to jerk off to that part of Alien that awoke latent puberty in the hetero-dude-bro portion of the children of the 80s. </dramatic hyperbole>

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I mean kids these days, so impoverished since they missed that part of history where the internet and computers and this brand new era of technology were new and exhilarating and for a while there IT WAS ACTUALLY LIKE MAGIC because the average person had zero idea how it worked and it was not remotely a part of everyday life and then BOOM — suddenly, it was.

Also, ridiculous OP squirt, when your technology stops working, I have noticed it’s always us so-called “old” folk you run to to fix it. Those of us who grew up with UNIX mainframes and DOS and no GUIs and had to know how computers actually work, rather than just how to use them. Those of us who came up with the very idea of laptops and smartphones and tablets, and who designed and built the chips and firmware and software. So step off, kid. We are the wizards who gave you your magic.

Grace

Is not amused with your ageist shit, OP.

mjwatson:

aliveandquivering:

PLEASE WATCH THE WHOLE THING

if you keep reblogging celebs dumping water all over themselves, even if you’re not, please watch this. please please please watch this.

(via triceracroptops)

Aquamarine Power - Aquamarine Power and Bosch Rexroth join forces

What I’m doing, if anyone’s interested…

Can we just set the idea that a person’s worth is based solely on their ability to perform the approved amount of work* contributing the approved amount to the economy on fire, once and for all?

*societally-approved jobs only, of course.

Anonymous asked: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"

fuckyeahmixedbeauty:

whiteoppression:

famphic:

anthotny:

postracialcomments:

lmfaoooooooooooooo Yes!

Lmao!
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.

i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?

i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…

lmao

Richard Dawkins also needs to shut the fuck up.

Possibly in perpetuity (at least on social media).

Some of my colleagues have really penetrating voices. There is almost complete overlap between these colleagues and the category of ‘people who really, really like talking, about anything, all the time’.

I don’t begrudge anyone having conversations (well, not much), but sometimes I’m just SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

Today is one of those days.