what if when we finally meet the aliens and they ask us what the name of our galaxy is and after it’s been translated into their language they find out that we call it “the way the has the…
Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”
AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE
Typos have been causing embarrassment, angst, tension and torment for as long as we’ve been writing — long before the typewriter, and even the printing press….
Here is something very special. It is an opened envelop that I fished out of a box of medieval archival remainders in the archives of the Dutch city of Maastricht. I was looking for unknown fragments of medieval manuscripts, while wading through piles of old binding materials like the stack shown in the lower image. The envelop appears to have been ripped open and in that state it remains. It is post-medieval and dates from the 19th century.
It is special for its original contents. Casual handwriting states what that was: a medal (“Médaille de Ste Hélène”) offered to one Gerard Timmermans, previously a soldier (“ancien. militaire”) in the army of “L’Empereur Napoléon I” - emperor Napoleon. The St Helene medal was offered by the later Napoleon III to soldiers who had participated in the campaigns of Napoleon Bonaparte, veterans that were addressed as “Remnants of the Great Army”.
The envelop is really not supposed to exist anymore: it is a miracle that it was not thrown out. I like to think it was received with a shout of surprise, opened up and put aside, while the medal was fixed to the recipients coat. How great that that moment of joy is captured by an old envelop placed in a box of archival material, waiting for discovery.
Oh my GOD
My grandma bought my grandpa new pants and my mom asked him how they felt and he goes “like a cheaply made castle” and we were like what and he goes “no ballroom”