She/her, 39 yo, mother, wife, geek, queer author. I post mostly about my books, Good Omens, art (not mine!), and writing (both mine and other people's). An occasional political post will pop up (I'm an extremely left-leaning Canadian).
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Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.
I think a lot about the fact that Star Trek transporters just fucking kill you and then create a copy of you somewhere else and everyone is ok with it.
I am definitely bothered by that. But if it could heal telomeres and/or muscle issues, I might consider it.
Plus I really hate travelling...
I think a lot about the fact that Star Trek transporters just fucking kill you and then create a copy of you somewhere else and everyone is ok with it.
I am definitely bothered by that. But if it could heal telomeres and/or muscle issues, I might consider it.
Plus I really hate travelling...
I think a lot about the fact that Star Trek transporters just fucking kill you and then create a copy of you somewhere else and everyone is ok with it.
I wonder if they do replacement surgery by eliminating the part that's gone wrong and replacing it at the other end of the transporter.
Say your knee needs replacing. Do they swap it out mid-transport?
Hysterectomy? Boom, no more uterus.
I think a lot about the fact that Star Trek transporters just fucking kill you and then create a copy of you somewhere else and everyone is ok with it.
There are two pools of water. One is called "Thinking", and the other is called "Doing".
The Thinking pool is full of wriggling, live fish. And if you want to do anything, you have to carry that live fish over and release it into the Doing pool.
All you have is your cupped hands to carry that fish - a fish that does not want to be scooped up. A fish that resits, wriggles, and jumps while you try to carry it live and whole to the other pool. Every task you want to complete, every idea for inspiration, every action is one of those fish.
If you don't catch the fish, it doesn't get done.
If you drop the fish, it doesn't get done.
If you accidentally smother the fish, it doesn't get done. And then you feel terrible.
Some days, the pools are near each other. Some days, the fish aren't as hard to catch. But some days, the pools are so far apart and the fish are fighting so much and it takes everything you have. But you do it, because you have to. It takes all your concentration to hold, carry, and anticipate the movement of that fish, and after you release that fish you're so tired.
They only count how many fish are in your Doing pool at the end of the day. "You caught enough fish! You don't need help! You're doing fine!", and you cry but they don't understand why.
Everyone else has buckets and nets. They don't understand why you think it's so hard.