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Extremely relatable content as an archaeologist.
“Musk talks about Mars as a lifeboat for humanity, which is among the very stupidest things that someone could say,” says Adam Becker, an astrophysicist and author of the book More Everything Forever, which outlines the messianic, sci-fi fantasies of the tech oligarchs. “There are so many reasons why it’s such a bad idea, and this is not about, ‘Oh, we’ll never have the technology to live on Mars.’ That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that Earth is always going to be a better option no matter what happens to Earth. Like, we could get hit with an asteroid the size of the one that killed off the dinosaurs, and Earth would still be more habitable. We could explode every single nuclear weapon, and Earth would still be more habitable. We could have the worst-case scenario for climate change, and Earth would still be more habitable. Any cursory examination of any of the facts about Mars makes it very clear.”
What You’ve Suspected Is True: Billionaires Are Not Like Us
I really like sci-fi stories where people have to go off and terraform a planet, or figure out how to rebuild civilization after some disaster, or ideally both. "The last ark-ship leaving Earth right before it becomes uninhabitable" sort of deal. But lately I've been coming around to this same idea, that it will always be more practical to try to save Earth than to try to start over elsewhere.
I was reading one story where the apocalypse was impossibly-rising oceans. Like, water is appearing from *waves hand* the Earth's crust or something, and literally all dry surface land on Earth is going to become underwater in X years. Part of the story was about a giant research project to invent FTL to send a few hundred humans to a nearby star which might have a habitable planet. You know what they were hoping to find? A planet with liquid water. Their plan was to descend from their starship and restart civilization using just the tools they brought with them, on a world with no life and no breathable air and the wrong gravity and the wrong temperate and the wrong sunlight and the wrong day-night cycle, just because it had liquid water. You know where else has liquid water? The flooded Earth you just abandoned. Instead of researching starship technology, you could have spent that time loading up all the same civilization-restarter tools into boats.
And this is really true of any futuristic apocalypse scenario. If you can terraform Mars to have a thick oxygen atmosphere, why not just do that to Earth? Even if you smash an ice comet into Earth and destroy basically everything, Earth will still be more habitable than Mars! It'll still have roughly the right atmospheric pressure, and magnetic field, and heat balance, and it'll still have whatever life the comet didn't kill... Same with a starshade to cool Venus. Same with excavating asteroids into city-stations. Same with abandoning Sol System entirely and heading to another star. If an ark-ship arrived in a new star system and found Earth-but-choked-by-climate-change, the crew would be ecstatic. They would never have thought to get that lucky. So why bother with the trip? Just stay and fix the damn Earth.
What is your eye color?
A 10, 17, 40, or 50
A 20, 30, or 60
C 20, 30, or 40
D 10, 30, 37, or 50
D 20, 34, 40, or 60
T 7, 10, 15, or 17
T 20, 30, 40, or 50
BOTH of my eyes are two different colors.
ONE of my eyes is two different colors.
I don’t have eyes.
I do think we should have gotten a “Rudyard ruins pride” special
There are 2 types of fanfic:
fanfic that I like
fanfic that is none of my business
im not a girl Unless ☝️ im being told to go piss
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pride month!!!
Is that a miette?
Pride for you! Pride for a thousand years!!
you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
One of the effect of elementary watson being a woman on sherlock is that hes always making caveats about murder suspects like a man caved his skull in. Or a woman. women can also cave skulls in 👍 he set the building on fire. Or she. I would never imply women cant set building on fire
The amount of disbelief I’m willing to suspend is directly proportional to how entertaining the show is. If a show is barely able to hold my attention and has betrayed my trust before, fuck you, that’s not how cutting someone’s head off works.
If I’m glued to my seat every week and can’t stop watching, then yes, absolutely, the professional athlete in a blond wig is indistinguishable from the 17 year old lead actress.
emoji kitchen is lowkey beautiful guys…
Pickleball — sport's continued explosive growth, October 2025
So like, the thing about pickleball that nobody who writes about pickleball actually wants to engage with is that it's a real estate story before it's a sport story — the whole reason you've heard of it, the whole reason it has the cultural footprint it has rather than being one more retiree hobby alongside mahjong and pinochle, is that it solved a specific problem for a specific class of property owner at a specific moment, namely: what do you do with all this fucking tennis infrastructure.
Because here's what happened. Tennis participation in America peaked in the late 70s/early 80s (the Borg/McEnroe moment, the wooden-racket-to-graphite transition, all of it) and then declined more or less continuously for thirty-plus years, but the courts didn't go anywhere. The courts are capital improvements, they're on the books, they're part of the amenity package the HOA sold the units on, the country club's dues structure assumes them, the municipal parks budget allocated for them in 1978 and the line item never got removed. So you've got this enormous installed base of tennis courts in America — public, private, semi-private, the whole spectrum — built for a participation level that no longer exists, sitting there racking up maintenance costs and producing no revenue, and the sport that was supposed to use them has been bleeding players to golf and (briefly) to running and (more durably) to literally just sitting indoors.
And then somebody figures out — and this part is genuinely beautiful, in a depressing way — that you can stripe four pickleball courts inside the footprint of one tennis court. Four. The conversion costs almost nothing (paint and a portable net), the new sport is dramatically easier to pick up (the underhand serve, the small court, the fact that anyone with intact knees can play passable pickleball within an hour where tennis takes years to be non-humiliating), and crucially the demographic that already owns property adjacent to tennis courts — suburban, aging, time-rich, looking for low-impact social exercise — is precisely the demographic for whom pickleball was designed. The sport is a key cut to fit a lock that was already there.
So the explosion you've been reading about for five years now isn't an organic cultural movement so much as the resolution of a long-deferred capital allocation problem — what do we do with the tennis courts — meeting a long-deferred social problem — what do retired Boomers do with their afternoons now that the kids are gone and the golf course is six hours and seventy bucks. The HOAs were going to do something with the tennis infrastructure regardless. Pickleball was the path of least resistance.
Which is why, by the way, the lawsuits — and there are a lot of them now, this is a real legal subgenre — are mostly about noise. Pickleball makes a distinctive percussive pock sound that the suburban built environment was not engineered to absorb (tennis is much quieter, the felt ball, the longer rallies), and the courts get built right up against the property lines because they were already there as tennis courts and nobody thought about the acoustic profile when they restriped. People are losing their minds in Naples and Scottsdale and the inner-ring suburbs of basically every metro because the amenity that was sold to them as "courts, beautifully maintained" has become "courts, beautifully maintained, in continuous use from 7 AM to dusk by people who could not possibly care less about your home office's Zoom calls."
And the manufacturer story is its own thing — the paddles cost forty bucks to make and sell for two hundred, the carbon-fiber paddle market has the same profit margin structure as golf clubs which is to say criminal, the pro tour situation is its own consolidation story with the PPA absorbing the MLP — but that's a different essay. The real story is that you're watching the fungibility of recreational real estate get arbitraged in real time, and the question worth asking is what happens to all this pickleball capacity in 2040 when the demographic wave that drove the conversion ages out of being able to physically play, because you can't easily stripe a pickleball court back into a tennis court (the surface degrades differently, the lines confuse everyone), and you definitely can't stripe it into anything else productive, so what you've actually built is a one-generation amenity that's going to sit empty across an enormous geography, racking up the same maintenance costs the tennis courts did, while the next demographic cohort — which is going to want something we can't predict yet, because nobody in 1995 predicted pickleball — looks at all this striped concrete and thinks, well, what the fuck do we do with this.
it's 1pm at the marsh! come on down, we've got
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i understand why people say that on some level every office job is the same and it doesn't matter what or who you are doing paper work for it's always paper work. but i have mad beef with the spaceflight robot in the lobby because she tries to fucking trap me in conversations about lunar missions everytime i am late for work and i would say that is an experience unique to my particular type of paperwork
the other thing that is different to a normal office job is that once in a while an engineer will call me and say 'hello i have a legal question' and then when i say 'okay ask away' they will say something like 'we are going to blow up an asteroid' which is really more of a statement than a question. and then they will follow that up with 'can you send us the paperwork for that' as if that is something that has happened enough times in the history of humankind to have standardized paperwork. but otherwise it's mostly emails
leaf bracket (finals)
weed (52 year streak war on drugs winner)
basil (from pesto)
congratulations basil for winning the war on drugs.
everything bagels are of course the best flavor-wise, but mess-wise? you do pay the price it must be said. it's a price I'm willing to pay, but damn girl. the poppy seeds.
When I see a video of a cat minding its own business with nothing else going on I unmute immediately cause I know that mf is about to make a funny noise
pushed over by ghosts! sad