dduane:

classic-lit-memes4u:

not mine but hilarious

OH YES

elly-sweetheartcrowley:

Happy Hanukkah 🕎💛

In the spirit of the holidays, we have a gift for the best fans in the world: more Death & Dream.

This deleted scene from The Sandman episode “The Sound of Her Wings” gives us a little more insight into why Death is the way she is. We hope you enjoy it.

- Neil, Allan & David

No breakfast. Last night’s late night dinner was with Guillermo at a fancy Italian restaurant in NYC where they loved him and were so excited he was there that they kept sending food to our table before we ordered. And then the food we actually ordered was enormous. And then they sent over unasked for desserts. So I do not plan to eat again until I get hungry. Probably on Tuesday.

Could I cool down the Earth by capturing a comet and dropping it in the ocean, like an ice cube in a glass of water?

Daniel Becker

No. In fact, it's honestly sort of impressive to find a solution that would actively make the problem worse in so many different ways.

Dropping a comet into the ocean to cool the planet, famously suggested by the 2002 Futurama episode None Like It Hot,[1] wouldn't work for a few reasons.

One is that dropping things from space creates heat. When water—or anything else—falls, it gains kinetic energy. When it stops falling, that energy has to go somewhere. Generally, it turns into heat. Water that goes over Niagara Falls, for example, gains enough kinetic energy during the 50-meter plunge to warm it up by about 0.1°C by the time it reaches the bottom. (This added heat is minor compared to the cooling effects of evaporation on the way down, so the actual temperature at the bottom is likely colder.)

Outer space is a lot higher up than Niagara Falls,^{[citation needed]} so the plunge down into the atmosphere at the bottom of Earth's gravity well adds a lot more than 0.1 degrees worth of heat. A chunk of ice from space that falls to Earth gains enough energy to warm the ice up, melt it, boil it into vapor, and then heat the vapor to thousands of degrees. If you built an icy waterfall from space, the water would arrive at the bottom as a river of superheated steam.

Small chunks of ice falling from space disintegrate and boil away before they reach the ground, warming the upper atmosphere. Large comets can reach the ground intact and be vaporized on impact as their kinetic energy is converted to heat all at once. This heat energy would be about 100 times greater than the energy needed to bring even a very cold comet up to room temperature, so a comet falling from space would heat the Earth 100 times more than it cooled it.

But let's suppose you figure out a way to lower the comet slowly, using some kind of magical crane,[2] and gently set the comet in the ocean.

Comets are more dust than ice, but they're not particularly dense. A tiny piece of a comet would float for a short time until it became waterlogged, melted, and broke apart. A full-size comet wouldn't be strong enough to support its own weight, and would collapse like a drying sand sculpture.

If the comet were placed in the ocean,[3] the added ice would cool the water down by only about a millionth of a degree. If you set the comet on land, it would soak up heat from the atmosphere—which contains much less stored heat than the oceans—briefly cooling the air by an average of one or two thousandths of a degree.

Okay, so we just need thousands of comets, right? Each one will cool the air a little bit. With a large enough supply of comets, we can keep the Earth nice and cool, as long as we make sure they're lowered slowly.

Unfortunately, comets would affect the Earth's temperature in another way. In addition to dust and water, they contain a small amount of CO₂, which would be released into the atmosphere as the comet melted. This CO₂[4] would change Earth's radiation balance, trapping heat near the surface and raising the planet's temperature. After a few years, the comet's greenhouse effect would have trapped more heat than the ice absorbed, and over the decades to follow, the extra heat would keep piling up.

The CO₂ released from the comet would raise the temperature of the Earth for centuries. It wouldn't just cancel out the cooling effect of the ice—over time, the comet's greenhouse effect would deliver as much heat as if you'd just let it slam into the planet and vaporize.[5]

It's okay. Despite all this, your scenario could fix global warming.

Remember that hypothetical crane that lets you lower comets to the surface? Well, if you hooked it up to a generator, you could use the slowly-descending comet to produce electricity.

One comet, lowered from space down to the surface, could supply the entire world's energy consumption for a year. Sure, it would release a little CO₂, but it would be nothing compared to the pollution from our current sources of energy. A comet crane generator could cut our energy-related greenhouse gas emissions to almost zero. The comet isn't the important part, the crane is.

Sadly, we don't have the technology to build comet-lowering cranes—certainly not in time to help mitigate climate change. But harvesting orbital energy like this is a neat idea! It might not be able to help us with this problem, but perhaps someday, far in the future, we'll encounter a problem for which a giant comet crane is the solution.

[1] I'm used to stuff making me feel old, but the fact that this episode aired 20 years ago is distressing in multiple ways.

[2] Magical storks deliver babies, magical cranes deliver comets.

[3] It actually wouldn't have much effect on global sea level, but the influx of cold water on the surface—and the dust released into the air—could definitely mess with the atmosphere.

[4] Along with carbon monoxide, which indirectly affects the climate in a similar way—see pg. 718-719 of the IPCC WG1 AR5 report for more.

[5] Although letting a comet slowly decay on the surface would definitely be preferable to a high-speed impact, as any dinosaur from the end of the Cretaceous can tell you.

drchucktingle:

bace-jeleren:

Holy shit, Dr. Tingle, go OFF!!!!

been trotting through and looking at old posts about old chuck on here and it is SO MOVING i appreciate this love and kindness so much. i will probably reblog a few that i find moving every once in a while but dang really appreciate this one.

if you trot along the LGBTQIA SPECTRUM then your identity is VALID and you are welcome in the tingleverse bud. come on in we got chocolate milk and spaghetti for everyone

as all proud BI BUCKAROOS know gatekeeping can be such a big problem with purity tests telling you THEY know who you are more than you know yourself. guess what bud, YOU know yourself and your identity is yours alone. obviously this is big issue from OUTSIDE the community but dang does it sting a little more from inside. this is why i have said many times:

the one person WHO NEEDS A HOME that you keep out with your gates is not worth the devils you filter. when a buckaroo says ‘this is my way’ it is so important to say ‘okay bud love is real come on and trot with us’

anyway i wrote a tingler about this important topic called NOT POUNDED BY THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF BISEXUAL GATEKEEPING BECAUSE IT’S SUPER GROSS AND IF YOU DO IT YOU’RE NOT THE HERO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU’RE ACTUALLY JUST A JERK

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Took an incredible amount of delight in my seven year old son’s decision to create a “television” out of two cardboard boxes, one of which he would sit in, the other of which went over his head and had a “screen” cut out, in which he would sit and tell us the news or weather or sing. “This is what people did before they had televisions,” he explained, confidently.

Later in the day I took him, with his boxes, to his mother’s Dresden Dolls soundcheck, and afterwards he got onto the stage in his boxes and performed his television for the first couple of dozen people to be allowed in. I got him off the stage by telling him it was time for him to take a bow. He took his bow. People applauded. Someone gave him a dollar which he considers the first money he has ever earned, and means he informed me after he swaggered off the stage still high on the applause that he was now “rich and famous, Dadda”.

When he discovered, half an hour later, that his mother and Brian Viglione were performing without him on the stage in his box he took it very badly and pointed out that I had tricked him offstage and that he could be up there being famous and getting more dollars because people would like his television much more than they would like his mother’s singing and Brian’s drumming. So we walked home together and watched Minions.

am-i-still-ill-drmorrissey:

I have completed the Marquis Coat… despite being 2 pockets short of the Marquis’ pocket high score. To make up for that, I’m handcrafting a chatelaine for the left hip.

The outside:

It has the normal 2 pockets, one on each side at the seam.

Left interior (the one that had a GIANT pocket already & I haphazardly added to):

You can see that there’s 6 visible pockets but…

POCKETS WITHIN POCKETS! MUAHAHAHAHA

Right interior (the planned one that has way more because frankly I’m left handed & often have a cane in my right hand):

9 pockets visible…

But pockets within pockets. Some main pockets have 2 or 3 inside.

Not necessarily practical but it was fun and got me back in the swing of alterations which is helpful living with the disaster prone adhd horde I now live with.

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I suppose objectively if you listed all the things I’ve done to me I’d go “Someone who is doing those things must be cool,” but fortunately it’s me that did them and I know how much of a nebbish I am in real life. So I never have to worry about finding out what it’s like being cool.

mylordshesacactus:

mylordshesacactus:

mylordshesacactus:

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.

1. The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.
2. No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.
3. The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.
4. Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.

WOE

PLATE BE UPON YE

I’ll be at the Good Omens panel and at the Harvey Awards. That’s probably all I’ll be around for, unless I put on a disguise to show Ash around*.

*Given that I am not Adam Savage this is very unlikely.

xpetriichxr:

so… in an attempt to make my best friend watch the sandman, i created this powerpoint

in conclusion… please watch it

links to the memes i used in the presentation:

Anthropomorphic Personification

Everyone vs. Dream

Mr. Brightside

Comfort Character

I loved it.

esoanem:

There were three ravens, who were good at three different things, playing Matthew. So not a whole Unkindness. More of a Small Grump of Ravens.

Dream and I use “Lord Lucifer” and Lord Lucifer uses “we/us/ours” when formal and “I/me/mine” when informal. Beyond that, I think he or she or they are all fine, if you must use pronouns, and you do not believe that Lucifer deserves only nouns.

Kind of. American Gods had taught me that if something like that was going to happen I was going to have to be overseeing it– I couldn’t rely on other people to get it right or to pay attention to notes or suggestions otherwise.

actorswithactionfigures:

Oh hai 🖤 Kirby Howell-Baptiste is on Instagram and she posted a nice high-res version of her #TheSandman DEATH in her iconic “PEACHY KEEN” pose

Photography: Rankin

Original #Sandman comic panel by Mike Dringenberg, Malcolm Jones III, Robbie Busch, Todd Klein

The post:

Src: Kirby Howell-Baptiste on Instagram

The @netflix deadline for viewer metrics is this Friday, so please watch THE SANDMAN 11x episodes before then, in its entirety, then watch it again, in order to be counted by TPTB to justify a Season 2+ and beyond 😁

#RenewTheSandman

raggedy-spaceman:

For people who are not familiar with the comic, can you tell us about your character?

Well he is not entirely wrong…

cdy148:

had to do it

Millennium Blades is a real board game, and yes, it's really themed about people playing a collectible card game. In the (board) game, you play the role of a collector and player of the card game Millennium Blades, which is a (fictional) collectible card game that has been in existence for thousands of years and has had billions of different cards printed over that time. There are phases of the (real Millennium Blades board) game in which you buy, sell, and trade cards to try to make your (fictional) Millennium Blades (card game) deck better, followed by phases in which you play your (fictional Millennium Blades card game) deck against other (fictional Millennium Blades card game) players, in order to win (fictional) tournament prize money, so you can improve your deck more in the next (real Millennium Blades board game) trading phase. If you think that's an overly meta level of self-referentiality for a game, check out Deck Building, the Deck Building Game. Who said gamers were nerds??

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sailorsally:

saw first 7 episodes of sandman today. this is my takeaway so far.

Friction is a reactive force that opposes motion, caused by the physical contact between matter moving or being impelled to move at different speeds.

The simplest theoretical treatment of frictional force defines a coefficient of friction, which is a factor that multiplies the force perpendicular to the surface of contact, to give the force resisting the motion. In the case where an object is sitting on the ground, the perpendicular (or "normal" in usual physics jargon) force is basically the weight of the object. If the coefficient of friction is 0.5, then a force equal to half the weight of the object needs to be applied to the side of the object in order to slide it along the ground.

The symbol for coefficient of friction is the Greek letter μ, or mu.