Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
No guys you don’t understand.
The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.
So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.
This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.
That’s not sad, that’s awesome.
*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing
Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion
for the people doomblogging in the notes:
this isn’t a “drop in the ocean fine” situation, 200 bil is already over half of his fortune lost… and he’s not even done losing money yet! he’s got a ton of lawsuits left to go through, owes Google money for trying to rent-dodge, destroyed Twitter’s remaining brand value by rebranding to X, is playing lawsuit chicken with Microsoft as a direct result, and will have to pay off Twitter’s debt… and shows no signs of even pausing to consider the stupidity of his decisions, especially as he’s already plotting out loud to make a paypal alternative that breaks multiple international laws.
whatever he has left is nowhere near enough to cover the debt he’s currently in and unless he somehow gets it forgiven or magically earns more than he’s losing, there’s a countdown over his head running down until the IRS personally comes after him.
unless his last remaining braincell wakes up and he hits the brakes, we might actually see someone speedrun going from richest man in the world straight to poverty, and you better believe i wanna see that :D
You know, now that I think about it, a properly programmed statistical analysis engine would result in a lot of cool movies getting greenlighted and about the same number of absolute flops. And a statistical analysis engine won’t sexually harass the talent, expense three-martini lunches, or whine about how they need another yacht because the first one has lost that new-yacht smell.
“average cat owner spends 3 years in prison” factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette’s mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted
