Posts tagged Geekery

We sent a rover to Mars. Just sayin’

Every time we do something amazing in space, some douche weasels crawl out of their douche weasel caves and piss all over it. Usually it’s some bitching about how awesome life on Earth would be if we’d spent all that money on whatever they happen to think is important, like education or homelessness or socks.

I saw this gem on Facebook the other day:

Guy congratulating NASA

1. Curiosity cost about $2.5 billion, which is $97.5 billion less than Mr. Happy Thumbs says. Math is hard.

2. That $2.5 billion didn’t create Martian jobs. It created American jobs, about 7,000 of them. Most of them weren’t permanent, but hey, what is?

3. If we spent $2.5 billion on socks, you know what would happen? People would still eventually need more socks, because socks wear out and people continue to need them, and more people are born, and they need socks, too. And we wouldn’t have a rover on Mars. Just a lot of sock puppets.

4. Space exploration happens in a vacuum, but technology development does not. Thanks to space exploration, we have heart pumps and infrared thermometers, ATMs and GPS. We have safer school buses, robotic surgery, better mattresses, kidney dialysis and better home insulation. Before we even got our happy asses off the planet, it proved the Earth is not the center of the universe — an important step in the ongoing process of figuring out what the hell we’re all doing here.

5. We put a MOTHERFUCKING ROVER ON MARS. We’ve done this before. I hope we’ll do it again. But let me repeat myself in case you weren’t paying attention: WE PUT A MOTHERFUCKING ROVER ON MARS. We managed to launch a hunk of metal and electronics out of Earth’s atmosphere and through space, and land it safely on another planet. This from a species that just 400 years ago figured out how the circulatory system works.

Wait. I’m not done.

We made this robot capable of telling us, from 150 million miles away, what’s going on around it. I don’t mean like, “Hey, guys. It’s kinda cold here.” It can take pictures. It can take pictures of things and send them 150 million miles back to us. Let me put that into perspective: If your grocery store is a mile away, you would have to walk to the store 150 million times to walk as far as Curiosity just traveled through space. Oh, and it can collect and analyze rocks to see whether Mars ever supported life.

Photo from Curiosity

(Image: Courtesy of NASA/JPL)

If thinking about the feats involved in getting this picture doesn’t make your heart stop, you are clinically dead.

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It’s over between us, Google

Google disabled my AdSense ads because of this post telling people to stay away from kiddie porn. At least, I think it was because of this post. Apparently, I violated their policy prohibiting sexually explicit content. Their example of my trespass is a link to my homepage, so the whole damn blog could be problematic, but the only remotely sexual thing I’ve written in a month is the kiddie porn post.

Check out Google’s list of prohibited content:

“Sites which offer compensation programs (“pay-to” sites)
Adult content
Content which advocates against an individual, group, or organization
Content that promotes illegal activity or infringes on the rights of others
Gambling content
Drug, alcohol, and tobacco-related content
Violent content
Weapon-related content
Hacking and cracking content”

I’m going to ignore the which/that abuse. It’s beside the point.

They consider adult content to be:

“Lewd or provocative images
Crude or indecent language, including adult stories
Sexual tips or advice
Sexual fetish sites (e.g. foot fetish content)
Adult toys or products
Ads or links to external sites containing adult content”

So Google and I are breaking up. Looking over the above list, our romance was doomed from the start.

Broken heart

If anyone knows of an ad network that can deal with “kiddie” and “porn” in the same sentence, let me know. Google can keep the $1.93 I made. They earned it.

I’ve decided to have some fun with my newfound freedom by letting down my hair. My challenge over the next few weeks: to break each and every one of Google’s guidelines. If Google were a man instead of a faceless corporate entity, I would be revenge fucking my away across the Internet. Stay tuned!

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I’m not Tim Tebow, and other ways I’m up my own butt

I was Googling myself yesterday in an effort to prove I exist, and I came across this.

Tim Tebow

I assure you, I am not Tim Tebow. No matter what you might have heard about my athletic prowess, I am not a 24-year-old male quarterback for the Jets. It’s distressing that I will never achieve this goal in life, but our days are finite and I throw like I’m trying out for the Mets. It’s true that we have never been photographed together, and that I don’t know who my biological father is, but it’s probably not Robert Ramsey Tebow. Probably.

I also found this Google listing in my egomaniacal self-exploration.

Dirty Hooker

I’m not a famous quarterback, but I am the No. 1 Dirty Hooker on the Internet. At least for now. I keep going back and forth with those pikers below me from drinksmixer.com. Don’t be swayed by their recipes for delicious, boozy beverages. They are made of poison. And I heard them saying awful things about your mom. I’m sure your mom has never known a dolphin biblically, and I will say so to anyone who asks.

I’m also the No. 3 Dirty Hooker on the Internet, but that sounds slightly less impressive.

One more thing. I found this on Klout, which uses some kind of voodoo to figure out how influential you are on the Internet. I blocked out the pics of the people who might not want to be associated with me.

Klout Ranking

This is better than being a quarterback. Tim Tebow wants to be me. I know it.

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