Connor Storrie, chaos monkey 🙈
Aaaaaaaand Connor Storrie everybody, Connor Storrie
Connor Storrie & Hudson Williams, 2026 Winter Olympics Torch Relay stills stolen from gif by @sheisraging
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Connor Storrie, chaos monkey 🙈
Aaaaaaaand Connor Storrie everybody, Connor Storrie
Connor Storrie & Hudson Williams, 2026 Winter Olympics Torch Relay stills stolen from gif by @sheisraging
On god?
Macaque is a black man.
Wukong is Chinese.
Mk is Blasian.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
Some day someone in Tumblrland will do a gif set of Tay Tawan being the World’s Premier Klutz Muffin Chaos Monkey and I will die happy.
Meanwhile here, you can watch this. Honestly, why not?
TIL there is no limit on how many drafts you can have in Tumblr.
... There... there probably should be.
I may need to stop 100% obsessively curating everything I post and just kinda do a core-dump so I no longer have 400 posts in draft...
Afternoon delight from chapter 4 of @chaos-monkeyy’s fic Black Leather Jacket
“Come back to my room with me?” Thrawn murmured, breaking the kiss again and ducking his head to mouth a trail down Eli’s neck instead. Eli let out a quiet gasp, his desire ratcheting even higher as sharp teeth scraped over his skin.
“It would be my… pleasure,” he managed, echoing Thrawn’s line from earlier. He felt Thrawn chuckle, nuzzling at the skin under his ear to suck one last hot, wet kiss into his neck before finally pulling away again.
Fortunately, the Pyrondi motel was literally around the corner from the bar; and less than five minutes later, Eli was up against the door to the biker’s room with his legs wrapped tightly around Thrawn’s hips and Thrawn’s mouth on his again, while Thrawn blindly dug out his keycard one-handed to actually get them into the room and out of the hallway.
It occurred to him, distantly, that he really would have to thank Karyn for dragging him out tonight— and then Thrawn got the door open and Eli stopped thinking about anything besides getting Thrawn inside him as fast as humanly possible.
Finished art for chapter 2 of Black Leather Jacket by @chaos-monkeyy
Netflix's Chaos Monkey: Embracing Failure for Resilience
Chaos Monkey is an innovative tool developed by Netflix as part of their Simian Army suite of testing tools. It deliberately introduces failures into your cloud infrastructure to test system resilience and recovery capabilities. Chaos Monkey works by randomly terminating instances in your production environment. This might sound counterintuitive, but by forcing failures to occur, it helps…
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An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first mathematician orders a beer. The second orders half a beer.
“I don’t serve half-beers,” the bartender replies.
“Excuse me?” asks the second mathematician.
“What kind of bar serves half-beers?” The bartender remarks. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Oh c’mon,” says mathematician #1, “do you know how hard it is to collect an infinite number of us? Just play along!”
“No, you see, there are very strict laws on how I can serve drinks. I couldn’t serve you half a beer even if I wanted to.”
“But that’s not a problem,” chimes in a third mathematician, “at the end of the joke, you serve us a whole number of beers. You see, when you take the sum of a continuously halving function–”
“I know how limits work,” interjects the bartender.
“Oh, alright then. I didn’t want to assume a bartender would be familiar with such advanced mathematics.”
“Are you kidding me?” replies the bartender. “You learn limits in, like, 9th grade! What kind of mathematician thinks limits are advanced mathematics?”
“HE’S ON TO US!” mathematician #1 screeches.
Simultaneously, every mathematician opens their mouth and out pours a cloud of multicolored mosquitoes. Each mathematician is bellowing insects of a different shade.
The mosquitoes form into a singular, polychromatic swarm. “FOOLS!” it booms in unison. “I WILL INFECT EVERY BEING ON THIS PATHETIC PLANET WITH MALARIA!”
The bartender stands fearless against the technicolor horde. “But wait!” he interrupts, thinking fast, “if you do that, politicians will use the catastrophe as an excuse to implement free healthcare. Think of how much that will hurt the taxpayers!”
The mosquitoes fall silent for a brief moment. “My God, you’re right. We didn’t think about the economy! Very well, we will not attack this dimension. FOR THE TAXPAYERS!”
And with that, they vanish.
A nearby barfly stumbles over to the bartender. “How did you know that that would work?” he slurs.
“It’s simple, really,” the bartender says. “I saw that the vectors formed a gradient, and therefore must be conservative.”