[berenshand]

when murderbot’s like “i think gurathin hates talking to unfamiliar humans as much as me. oh well not gonna read into that, i have a murder to solve” like murderbot honey you are SO close to realizing you don’t like gurathin because he has exactly the same personality as you

[kaelio]

NYC Mayor Bill deBlasio today

[dkpsyhog]

You know how canaries were historically brought into coal mines, because if the mine was full of carbon monoxide the canary would die first and the miners would be able to escape before they died too?

I just found the greatest thing.

This is a canary resuscitator.

When the miners notice the canary getting sick with carbon monoxide poisoning, they can close that circular hatch so no more gas gets into the canary cage, and open the valve on that oxygen tank to keep the canary breathing. In other words, they made a spacesuit for birds.

By immediately giving the canary access to clean air, the miners can save it from the poison. The bird lives. To be clear, this is not for economic purposes, this was specifically created because the miners felt bad and wanted to save the bird.

Isn’t that just the perfect demonstration of what humans are like? We started sacrificing small creatures to save ourselves, and then felt bad and spent our valuable resources on saving the critters too. Because yeah the canary was the only way to test for CO, but it’s a living creature too, dammit!

[ley-med]

Anesthesiologist: When we talk about general anesthesia, we say we put people to sleep, but that’s not entirely true. What we call “asleep” here is called “overdose” on the streets.

[club-cryptid-by-sarah]

[everythingfox]

Kitty bliss

[huffylemon]

[prokopetz]

The reason Mel Blanc’s famous Looney Tunes screams have that distinctive echo is because Warner Bros. was too cheap to set aside any of their recording booths for cartoon dialogue. Instead, they’d take a soundstage that was currently between productions, and in between clearing out the old sets and moving in the new ones, they’d park Mel Blanc in the middle of the empty building, hang a boom mic over his head, and have him spend a day recording as much voice material as would fit on whatever leftover odds and ends of filmstock they had lying around.

I want you to picture that vast, empty, mostly darkened space, with a single point of light right in the middle of it, and in that point of light is this unassuming-looking little guy emitting a series of howling Daffy Duck screams.

[strawberrylind]

bad and naughty symbiotes get put in the salad spinner

[amygdalae]

*thinks abt videogames*: now this is epic. I feel safe and warm and soft and happy. yes… this is good.

*Thinks about the videogame industry*: oh. oh no. Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! A thousand curses and devils