sir, you cannot name your son “Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3”, we just won’t allow it
when did I post this
sir, you cannot name your son “Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3”, we just won’t allow it
when did I post this
It is too early for me to be laughing this hard
PFFFT
When Sam Fisher mentions Big Boss then is told he “retired” and says “Its only me” is an emotional nod to MGS because its acknowledging the series is over (and may be a reference to Big Boss’ death) and Sam Fisher is the last stealth genre protagonist left. It was a nice they payed tribute to MGS and Kojima in that scene
Yoda Claus on a 1994 trading card. Art by Ralph McQuarrie.
oh no.
permit entry to your fucking house, you will.
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.
On
it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of,
every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of
our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and
economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward,
every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant,
every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child,
inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt
politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and
sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very
small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties
visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely
distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their
misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent
their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those
generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become
the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our
posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have
some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point
of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping
cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint
that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The
Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere
else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate.
Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is
where we make our stand.
It has been said
that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is
perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than
this distant image of our tiny world.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot