Beast attempts to teach Shadowcat about shortest path algorithms.
Based on a joke my friend Urchin made: that being Kitty Pryde solves all shortest path problems.
by ~PolishTamales
So this is the second time I’ve been contacted by WotC/Hasbro’s Legal team for creating parodies and “fan art”. Within a one year time frame no less.
The situation is slightly different than the last time, but thanks to the kind folks at Tumblr, WotC/Hasbro can’t force them to delete or censor my artwork this time around. They won’t immediately fold like DA did when my art gallery was nuked earlier this year.
Instead, WotC/Hasbro’s lawyers are threatening the DMCA against me if I don’t comply with their request and delete specific images, comics, and storyboards from my Tumblr. This e-mail was passed on to me by Tumblr.
I know my rights as
“The problem is that date rape drugs are odorless, colorless, and tasteless once they’re in your drink. We all know not to leave our drinks unattended, but the reality is it’s impossible to keep an eye on your drink all night. So what’s the solution? With the help of Dr. John MacDonald, a professor of chemistry at Worcester Polytechnic Institute, and with the help of Contract Researching Organizations, DrinkSavvy is developing material that will immediately change color to warn you if a drug is slipped into your drink.”
There’s more information at the startup’s Indiegogo site. An NECN interview sheds a little extra light on the subject, and WPI has recognized the project’s potential with a prestigious award.
So Tumblr. You’re notorious for attacking rape culture; just think how much this could do to fix that problem. At time of posting DrinkSavvy is at $2,500 of its $50,000 goal. Let’s signal boost it.
Peter says: “It’s the 21st century version of unicorn horn.” …An idea whose time has come. Long since.
Holy crap this is useful for everyone
This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch. When people see these, they think it’s the end of the world. Ice crystals form above the high-altitude cirro-cumulo-stratus clouds, then fall downward, punching a hole in the cloud cover.
It’s beautiful
HEIMDALL!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!
OPEN THE BIFROST!!
WHEN FANDOMS ATTACK
NO HIPSTER IS SAFE
Oh my GOD, Owen.
It entertains me that their organization was not even remotely secret. I imagine the locals all rolling their eyes whenever the team runs past, because it’s like when your kids are playing spy games and they’re being ‘sneaky’ and you have to pretend you can’t see them.
Whenever something really weird happens you just wander down to the docks, position yourself in front of a hidden camera, and sigh loudly. “Oh my, I sure hope that freaky alien-looking thing doesn’t eat my family. Boy, I wish there were someone around who could take care of that for me.”
And then you piss off and get lunch while they handle it, so you can avoid getting roofied.
And then you remember this little gem
“Excuse me… Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?”
*points*”Bloody Torchwood!”
This whole post is gold.
Blake Fall-Conroy, “Minimum Wage Machine,” 2008-2010
This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York.
This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaazycaaaaaaaaaas:
Genius.
Do want.
And so, a new breed of assassins was born…
yes i can see it now.
my alarm clock will be across the room and i will master shooting with my eyes closed and become a master assassin
I want one!
