really though, if i was being attacked by a ghost i wouldnt even be scared. like whats it going to do? ghosts cant touch things. the worst thing it could do is stick its head in my stomach and then criticize me for how much macaroni is in there. as if my parents havent been doing that for 10 goddamn years
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
“When we were animating Gaston’s song way back, one of his lines stuck out: “…and every last inch of me’s covered with hair! ” I did not have the time to do that scene, so one of my animators in the Gaston unit gave it a shot. The animation turned out to be fine, but when Gaston stretched his shirt to reveal his chest, the design of his chest hair looked a little odd to me. It seemed to have been combed from the center outward. I suggested we try a different look for the chest hair, and guess what…everybody had a different take on what the hair should look like. I encouraged my colleagues to submit a drawing that showed their idea of appropriate Gaston chest hair. After a while we had at least twenty different designs to look at. These are just some of them.” (x)
you know, getting rid of tracked tags sort of just means that every single tumblr user/creator/artist/writer is shoving their shit into the void and just sort of hoping that someone sees it, which means this has gone from an interactive community to a shot in the fucking dark
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