sometimes you get a good day

dealanexmachina:

racethewind10:

thank you so much for posting these Crazycat, I keep forgetting to do the sync thing and this stuff is so cool. 

Also holy fucking shit. Extra content available on a different platform that supplements the show. HOW NOVEL

No but really, someone write this. If not a noir, then make it a Star Trek holodeck themed story using a prop from TOS, or something…

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ameliaearharts:

you should have been a system lord → ma’at

Her judgement is stern and true, her words infallible. Ma’at is the arbiter, the judge, the listener. Ma’at sits silently upon her throne while warring Goa’uld and disputed System Lords stand in front of her, speaking their case. She writes laws, ends wars, shapes history.

The sentence for disobeying Ma’at is exile without lands or ships or soldiers. No one has ever returned from exile, and wherever the exile planet lies, it is full of skeletons. Even the greatest and most destructive of the System Lords, Ra and Apophis and Anubis, dared not disobey her rulings. To attack Ma’at is a mistake of the highest order; she does not fight, but many are willing to fight on her behalf.

Once desperate to leave the Goa’uld and the System Lords, finding no interest in their petty fights and unending wars, Ma’at has made herself essential to the function and stability of the galaxy. Not all arguments need take physical form, and not all fights can be solved on the battlefield. A need for justice exists even amongst the Goa’uld, especially for those without armies.

Her sigil is a feather, and Ma’at’s Jaffa are trained not in war, but in arbitration and truth. Her first prime is Ammit, standing behind the throne in all judgement ceremonies. Ammit wears a gold mask, for while Ma’at is safe from retribution - Ammit is the executioner.

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ikenbot:

Reading Rainbow Might Stop the iPad From Ruining the Brains of All Children

For a generation now creating advanced things and placed in corridors of power, LeVar Burton was a god-king: both Star Trek’s Geordi La Forge, and the guy who taught us to like books on Reading Rainbow. Now, the two Burtons are fused—and it’s pretty incredible.

LeVar Burton has an app—it’s available starting today. Sure. Lots of people have apps. But it’s doubtful anyone cares as much about their app as LeVar Burton. I step into an expensive hotel room in Midtown Manhattan, and Burton springs up, greeting me by name, shaking my hand, talking almost immediately about reading. There’s an iPad in front of him.

But this isn’t just any product pitch—which is good, because Burton lacks all the unctuousness of a salesman or marketing player. He just… cares. His enthusiasm for an app designed to encourage little kids to read is almost overwhelming. How many people care about anything this much? And how much can I possibly properly appreciate an app designed for tiny kiddo brains? I can’t—so we brought our own: two boys, 3 and 5-years-old, stuck in that valley of super-hyperactivity spanning the end of school and the beginning of summer camp. As Burton lays out the app’s basics—a free download, a $10 per month subscription for unlimited kid-friendly titles, a vibrant cartoonish interface with hot air balloons and floating islands that capture the original series’ acid trip charm—the kids fidget. The older immediately covers himself in pretzel crumbs, the young starts chirping for mom’s attention. The kids are kids. It’s summer and they’d rather not be in a Midtown Manhattan hotel room on a beautiful day. Nobody would.

But then something incredible happens. We hand the older boy the iPad and fire up the Reading Rainbow app. He’s transfixed. The only word is transfixed. The fussing and pretzel-crunching stops, and his little brother curls next to him. They don’t fight over who gets to hold it. They both know intuitively how to use it—complete naturals. He picks pirates, animals, and space as his three preferred topics to generate recommended books. He starts reading along with Burton’s pre-recorded narration. The Wi-Fi sucks and the download stalls. He doesn’t care. The kids are—patient? Attentive? About a book.

I ask Burton if he thinks this is ultimately good, this sticking of LCDs under the eyes of children. Having seen lots of absentee parenting by way of iOS—kids handed a stray iPhone as they might be handed a pacifier, to shut them up in public—could the ubiquitous computer hurt little heads? Can the touchscreen warp fingers that’ve been flipping (and smearing chocolate on) paper for hundreds of years? “We can try to sequester ourselves from technology,” Burton shakes his head. But this is pointless, he explains. Kids like those two mesmerized by an app are an inevitability—and if we can make them mesmerized by a book instead of a game, we have to take the chance. We must. Burton is emphatic. “Ed[ucational] tech!” Burton grunts, pounding his palm with his fist. It’s imperative to him that we get kids using these everywhere-screens to become readers, writers, and thinkers, before they become something else. “We’ve already lost an entire generation of children. Maybe two,” he laments. This one, for whom touch screens are a given, should be different. It must be different, and you can see in LeVar Burton’s almost crazed eyes that the dude really, really, really wants kids to read more. And it seems like they will—if there’s one young charm you can count on, it’s that a little boy will tell you something is stupid and is bad and smells like poop if he thinks so. They’re a brutally honest lot. But our kindergarten demo team gave shy smiles and thumbs up.

Burton doesn’t act surprised in the slightest. And why should he? He lived this world 30 years ago: “I mean, come on—Geordi was carrying an iPad around the Enterprise!”

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lesbiaaans:

voido:

thelastdogfighter:

kevinwada:

I am SO happy to finally get to debut this piece.  I made it for APE 2012 and wanted it to be a show exclusive.  But now, the show’s over so here it is.  If you can’t tell who or what this is of, give it a second.  Think.  Percolate.  Ruminate.  It’s SAILOR MOON!!!  Well, it’s the Sailor Scouts, but I named it for the tv show.  I won’t deny that I watched this show (hardcore) during my childhood, and drew these girls nonstop.  All my little girlfriends in the third grade and I would discuss episodes and draw little anime people.  Cute, right?

I wanted to grunge up the girls a bit.  The show is very saccharine and sweet and playful - which is fantastic, but as with anything I do, I have to add something else.  Reinterpret things, make it mine.  Not that reinterpreting this series is new, it’s been done to death.  I always had a soft spot for Mars and Jupiter: one being super bitchy and hot headed, and the other being really athletic and hardcore.  Both of them were far from boring, and you can see why I featured them so prominently (Mars may be my favorite in this piece).  I only watched the series before the additions of other scouts, so I’m not as familiar with them.  Either way I hope you enjoy the piece.  It was a big hit at the con.  It will be going up on my store in two sizes within the week :).

I always did want to see a genuine Sailor Moon Treated As Space Opera take, man. COSMIC POLITICS AHOY!

oh god they’re all perfect but SATURN IS THE BEST

ENTIRELY TOO AMAZING oh my god that art with THOSE DESIGNS…

heathicorn:

world-shaker:

With 100 meters to go, Vogel saw McMath ahead of her, and the first-time state qualifier was struggling.

“I was kind of blacking out,” McMath said. “I wasn’t too aware of my surroundings. I was just trying to keep going. When my body gave out, she was there. It was amazing.”

When McMath hit the ground, Vogel decided against running past her and avoiding a last-place finish. She stopped, picked McMath up, put McMath’s arm around her shoulders and half-carried, half-dragged her the last 20 meters.

The stadium erupted at the display of sportsmanship.

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#how to make me cry in 100 words or less

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