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tulipenoire: blackhippy-shit: hayleytonks: stormy-kun493: r-l...

Fri, 03 May 2013 02:21:11 -0400

blackhippy-shit:

hayleytonks:

stormy-kun493:

r-leostar:

joechacho:

expressiontime:

well thanks now Im cryin

this just made me kinda emotional i has a sad now

({why would you make this})

Is it even legal to fit this many feels in one post?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I gonna grossly sob in the corner of the room.

hey what you’re doing you can stop now

Really strained what’s left of my tear ducts on that Fosters home part..

I hate whoever put this together. Go sit down and reevaluate your life. My heart…is. HURT!

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skeptv: A Boy And His Atom: The World’s Smallest Movie via...

Thu, 02 May 2013 14:00:35 -0400

skeptv:

A Boy And His Atom: The World’s Smallest Movie

via jtotheizzoe:

Scientists are known for loving their work. Biologists tend to their cultures and animals. Physicists polish their exquisite machines like sports car entusiasts treat vintage Ferraris. So do chemists love atoms? Apparently they do. At least enough to write a love story with, and about them.

IBM scientists have created the world’s smallest movie using individual atoms. It’s the story of a boy and his playful atom buddy, drawn in stop motion and with each quantum pixel positioned using a scanning tunneling microscope. Every frame is magnified a stunning 100 million times!

This amazing feat was accomplished by using a charged atomic needle to drag single carbon monoxide molecules (the individual atoms we see are one side of that two-atom molecule) around on a copper substrate. I’ve posted a little bit about these feats of atomic art before, with these “quantum corrals” and “ferrous wheels”.

See those ripples around each atom? They remind me of pebbles being tossed into a still pond. They are actually ripples in the electron field of the copper surface below! It’s a reminder that, contrary to many textbooks, electrons behave more like waves than particles following an orbit. And like any other wave, they can form intricate interference patterns. Check out this previous post for more on that.

The hope is that manipulating atomic structures like this may lead to even greater information storage capacity. Imaging all the world’s books and movies on your mobile phone at once!

Here’s a “making of” movie from IBM, featuring the sound of atoms being moved as well as the encouraging sight of several female team members.

This makes me as happy as atom boy there.

stranded-in-wonderland: KANDI GIVEAWAY! As promised, I’m going...

Thu, 02 May 2013 06:13:47 -0400

stranded-in-wonderland:

KANDI GIVEAWAY!

As promised, I’m going to be giving away 2 Om kandi cuff’s to two lucky people.

Just follow me & reblog this photo. Likes do not count.

I will be handpicking the two winners on Monday May 5th.

Please don’t delete the text. Share with your friends! ✌&♥

higherstateofmind: pikameka: stranded-in-wonderland: KANDI...

Thu, 02 May 2013 06:12:49 -0400

higherstateofmind:

pikameka:

stranded-in-wonderland:

KANDI GIVEAWAY!

As promised, I’m going to be giving away 2 Om kandi cuff’s to two lucky people.

Just follow me & reblog this photo. Likes do not count.

I will be handpicking the two winners on Monday May 5th.

Please don’t delete the text. Share with your friends! ✌&♥

I hope I can make kandi this amazing some day

Q’d

thr3ehundr3dtw3ntyv4ult: “L0n3ly Rob0t”Source:...

Thu, 02 May 2013 06:11:56 -0400

thr3ehundr3dtw3ntyv4ult:

“L0n3ly Rob0t”
Source: http://chewibunny.deviantart.com/

coffeelion: Henri again by ~KatAlexandraLion I keep drawing...

Wed, 01 May 2013 03:27:56 -0400

coffeelion:

Henri again by ~KatAlexandraLion

I keep drawing this guy~ One of these days I’ll get around to drawing his brother.

sweetmotherofladygaga: outside my friend’s house! wait a minute what is that? … …

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 06:00:34 -0400

sweetmotherofladygaga:

outside my friend’s house!

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sweetmotherofladygaga: outside my friend’s house! wait a minute what is that? … …

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 06:00:15 -0400

sweetmotherofladygaga:

outside my friend’s house!

wait a minute

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bonesfeelcold: dinosaurs64: kardashitans: do u ever feel bugs on you when there are no...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 14:56:16 -0400

bonesfeelcold:

dinosaurs64:

kardashitans:

do u ever feel bugs on you when there are no bugs

theyre the ghosts of bugs that youve killed

i wish i could unread this

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 03:59:16 -0400

louxe: « NOUS AVONS TENTÉ UNE AVENTURE...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:41:13 -0400

louxe:

« NOUS AVONS TENTÉ UNE AVENTURE HUMAINE »

ladyofdisney: roachpatrol: avatarjk137: nooby-banana: thesani...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 15:31:18 -0400

ladyofdisney:

roachpatrol:

avatarjk137:

nooby-banana:

thesanityclause:

rinnysega:

vashappeninstyles:

the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.

I remember my first eagle ceremony like it was yesterday, There was a huge storm that day and my parents tried to make me wait a few days until the storm subsided. But I was not waiting to get my eagle. So I stood out in the field closest to my house. Thunder rumbling, lightening cracking, and hurricane force winds, but I stood my ground. I was getting me eagle that day if it killed me. I raised the giant american flag as high in the air I could and began waving. The flag was hard to hold with all of the wind, and water the flag was soaking up. It was getting harder to hold by the minute and the storm was getting worse and worse. I was beginning to loose hope that my eagle would ever come. Then as the lightening flashed and the thunder boomed its loudest and its brightest, I saw Bravery flying towards me. So strong, young, and majestic. We both braved the storm to find each other and to this day we are best friends.

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mimilovesedm: Shine bright like a Guy-Man

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 02:51:36 -0400

mimilovesedm:

Shine bright like a Guy-Man