Ashley. 21. Married. California. 2 snakey babies and 1 doggy baby. Los Angeles Kings. GO KINGS GO!!!

 

the-treble:

andewhussie:

appendingfic:

ironcheflancaster:

wedonotpromoteviolence:

heirofspacecore:

sleek-black-wings:

thederpywingedone:

batmansymbol:

by the way did I ever tell y’all about the time I got a blank message from nobody, sent on new year’s eve in 1969, when the internet didn’t exist?
because that happened

What the fuck

Time travel.

Or maybe its from 2069, when we’ve developed the technology to send data to the past. You sent yourself a blank message as a test but as the email address you used to send it doesnt exist yet, it came up as no sender

I… what?

OKAY KIDS, LET’S LEARN ABOUT THE UNIX EPOCH
So back in the early days of computers, when we were trying to build clocks to keep all our computers in sync, we tried a bunch of different ways to synchronize them in ways that both normal people could use and programmers could utilize.
We just tried saying “The current time is THIS date” and just storing that date as some text, but while that was easy for humans, it was a bunch of different numbers that worked together in funny ways and computers don’t play nice with a bunch of random, arbitrary rules.
Not much worked, until we realized that we needed a BASELINE to compare against, and a way to represent the current time that covers everybody. So we came up with Unix time, because Unix was the style at the time. Essentially, Unix time represents any given time by saying “How many seconds ago was 12:00 AM on January 1, 1970 in Iceland somewhere?”. Recent enough to keep the numbers relatively small, far enough that nothing computer-y would fall before it, and consistent enough that there’d be no discrepancy based on where you are.
So what happens when you see the date “December 31, 1969” on a buggy message like this is that the computer received a bunch of zeroes by mistake and went “Oh, this must be a message!” Then when it tried to interpret it, it got to the date, found a zero, and said “Zero seconds since the Unix Epoch? I’ll round down - this was sent at the last second of New Year’s Eve, 1969! They’ll be so happy to finally get their blank message.”
And then the computer traipsed off on its merry way, because computers are fucking ridiculous.

This is frankly more hilarious than the 1969 time traveler theory


IS THIS WHY WHEN I DROPPED MY OLD PHONE IT RESET ITSELF TO DECEMBER 1980? IT HAPPENED EVERYTIME MY BATTERY CAME OUT I WAS LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING SHIT

I was going to reblog without the Unix thing cause the time travel story is funny, but the Unix bit is full of information!

the-treble:

andewhussie:

appendingfic:

ironcheflancaster:

wedonotpromoteviolence:

heirofspacecore:

sleek-black-wings:

thederpywingedone:

batmansymbol:

by the way did I ever tell y’all about the time I got a blank message from nobody, sent on new year’s eve in 1969, when the internet didn’t exist?

because that happened

What the fuck

Time travel.

Or maybe its from 2069, when we’ve developed the technology to send data to the past. You sent yourself a blank message as a test but as the email address you used to send it doesnt exist yet, it came up as no sender

I… what?

OKAY KIDS, LET’S LEARN ABOUT THE UNIX EPOCH

So back in the early days of computers, when we were trying to build clocks to keep all our computers in sync, we tried a bunch of different ways to synchronize them in ways that both normal people could use and programmers could utilize.

We just tried saying “The current time is THIS date” and just storing that date as some text, but while that was easy for humans, it was a bunch of different numbers that worked together in funny ways and computers don’t play nice with a bunch of random, arbitrary rules.

Not much worked, until we realized that we needed a BASELINE to compare against, and a way to represent the current time that covers everybody. So we came up with Unix time, because Unix was the style at the time. Essentially, Unix time represents any given time by saying “How many seconds ago was 12:00 AM on January 1, 1970 in Iceland somewhere?”. Recent enough to keep the numbers relatively small, far enough that nothing computer-y would fall before it, and consistent enough that there’d be no discrepancy based on where you are.

So what happens when you see the date “December 31, 1969” on a buggy message like this is that the computer received a bunch of zeroes by mistake and went “Oh, this must be a message!” Then when it tried to interpret it, it got to the date, found a zero, and said “Zero seconds since the Unix Epoch? I’ll round down - this was sent at the last second of New Year’s Eve, 1969! They’ll be so happy to finally get their blank message.”

And then the computer traipsed off on its merry way, because computers are fucking ridiculous.

This is frankly more hilarious than the 1969 time traveler theory

IS THIS WHY WHEN I DROPPED MY OLD PHONE IT RESET ITSELF TO DECEMBER 1980? IT HAPPENED EVERYTIME MY BATTERY CAME OUT I WAS LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING SHIT

I was going to reblog without the Unix thing cause the time travel story is funny, but the Unix bit is full of information!

mockeryd:

didyaknowanimation:

Oh boy guys it’s a nice new template! This one was designed by miss-hudders and I think it looks great :)
Source

It was 3rd in place at the box office it’s opening weekend and managed to make $17,005,218 in the United States and and made $25,377,218 in other countries. It’s almost made it’s budget back.
So yeah, those people who told him that a Hispanic story wasn’t universal were wrong as fuck.

mockeryd:

didyaknowanimation:

Oh boy guys it’s a nice new template! This one was designed by miss-hudders and I think it looks great :)

Source

It was 3rd in place at the box office it’s opening weekend and managed to make $17,005,218 in the United States and and made $25,377,218 in other countries. It’s almost made it’s budget back.

So yeah, those people who told him that a Hispanic story wasn’t universal were wrong as fuck.

shadow-company-1:

htsflhssdmcu:

never-let—it-die:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said  “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

Chester came full-circle. Nice.


Never not gonna reblog

shadow-company-1:

htsflhssdmcu:

never-let—it-die:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

Chester came full-circle. Nice.

Never not gonna reblog

sleepysnakes:

rainweatherreptiles:

This is a genuine, unedited photograph.
Ken Macek of Ken Macek Reptiles  has produced what he believes to be a Super Cinnamon Champagne Ghost.
I am, to be quite frank, baffled. Flabberghasted! Straight up goosed!
I realise a good quality super cinny ghost looks similar but this is just so much more…colourful!
How this is possible, I know not. I await it’s colouring up with anticipation!

Has there been any update on this kid?

sleepysnakes:

rainweatherreptiles:

This is a genuine, unedited photograph.

Ken Macek of Ken Macek Reptiles  has produced what he believes to be a Super Cinnamon Champagne Ghost.

I am, to be quite frank, baffled. Flabberghasted! Straight up goosed!

I realise a good quality super cinny ghost looks similar but this is just so much more…colourful!

How this is possible, I know not. I await it’s colouring up with anticipation!

Has there been any update on this kid?

ghostlicker:

girouxes:

look I know y’all are jizzing about the seguin answers on this interview but can we discuss how pk subban GETS REGULAR MANICURES AND EXFOLIATES ONCE A WEEK I LOVE THIS MAN

 CRYING HE’S SO GREAT

ghostlicker:

girouxes:

look I know y’all are jizzing about the seguin answers on this interview but can we discuss how pk subban GETS REGULAR MANICURES AND EXFOLIATES ONCE A WEEK I LOVE THIS MAN

CRYING HE’S SO GREAT

*sees dog while in the car*

*turns around in seat to watch dog until its out of sight* 

(Source: sloth-grunge)

exeggcute:

satire is “I’m going to take this concept to an extreme or absurd level in order to demonstrate how bizarre/nonsensical/illogical it is” and not “I said something bigoted but just kidding I didn’t really mean it hahaha”