If you’ve ever heard my rants about vaccination, you know it’s a major topic with me. Because hey, I’m one of these immunosuppressed people this comic talks about, so it’s a bit of a sensitive subject. (“Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t like getting vaccinated? I don’t like having three month long respiratory infections because you gave me the freaking flu, but I guess you don’t care about that”)
Essentially, Ellen and her wonderful character Katherine have just said it better than I ever could—and using Shaun of the Dead references, too!!! It’s all about herd immunity—getting vaccinated isn’t just about your own health, it’s about the health—and non-zombification—of the entire human race.
Unrolling these circles fills a triangle with base 2 π r and height r (where r is the radius of the filled disk). Such a triangle has area π r². This does not serve as a complete proof for why this is the area of a circle, but can give you some intuition for why it should be. [code]
IT GOT BETTER
…THOR WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE. HE MISUNDERSTOOD THE CONCEPT OF ‘THE SHOCKER’. HE IS VERY SORRY. NOT UNLIKE THE TIME HE MISUNDERSTOOD THE MAN OF IRON’S INTENTION TO ‘GET HAMMERED’. MJOLNIR WOULD ALSO LIKE TO APOLOGISE FOR THAT SITUATION.
Calling a show is an art. If someone tells you otherwise, slap them in the face.
Damn right she’s building robots in there, she’s a cybernetics genius, she’s running Danger’s restoration program at age 22. If the stuff on her desk isn’t jaeger-related she’s probably making incredibly advanced little machines out of old spare parts just to like relax and unwind after a long day
#WHAT IF MAKO AND NEWT STARTED A GAME OF JUNKYARD WARS: SHATTERDOME#(leaving aside how life in PR-verse is kind of a perpetual Junkyard Wars as it is)#your team has 48 hours to make a coffee machine. prize: now you have a coffee machine
I WANT THIS
# ok but mako? would go super hard at it # can you imagine after pitfall their entire romance would blossom around raleigh presenting her with interesting spare parts # they’d be sitting in her room together with mako tinkering at her desk and raleigh in bed reading # and at some point mako gives a long frustrated sigh and raleigh immediately perks up # what is it my sun-and-stars what aspect of your work is less than perfectly satisfying how can i help # and mako just smiles a little and says oh it’s alright # just that this could be improved so much if i had a thingy # raleigh takes precisely 3.27 minutes to avoid suspicion before he sprints out of the room # and runs down to where alison is now overseeing maintenance # DO YOU HAVE A THINGY says raleigh # no? says alison # OK BUT CAN YOU GET ONE says raleigh # yee-es says alison at length. but it’ll be hard. thingies don’t grow on trees you know # WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR IT says raleigh # alison smiles a slow feline smile # earlier that evening newt had come down to maintenance with a bad case of mouth diarrhea and a distraught hermann in his wake # for god’s sake hermann had begged. i will pay you anything just give him a thingy or i swear i will murder him. # alison has seen the future # it is bright and includes her running a thingy mafia
"a thingy mafia"
oh gods both big and small i am slain
feminism never made me hate men but the reaction to feminism sure as shit did
some men* you literally cannot hate people you’ve never met or even heard of.
oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OHH M Y GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHHHYM GOD OH MY GOD OH MY OD OOOOOH MY GOD oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD O H MY GO D OH MY GOD O H M Y GO D OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
And then [Vimes] realized why he was thinking like this.
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators.
It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy.
You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people.
It was so much easier to blame it on Them.
It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No-one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them.
We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.