Baby Bird Season Is Incoming And I’d Like To Remind Everyone That Birds Do Not Have A Significant Sense

as someone who jumped from the Martian straight into project Hail Mary I was really not expecting how much more absurd project hail mary is.

like. The Martian is fairly grounded? Its sci fi and had some elements that couldn’t really happen but ultimately it was a survival story. And since the two are so closely associated ig I expected something similar?

But every chapter of project Hail Mary is like ‘algae are eating the sun’ ‘they nuked antarctica’ ‘aliens and humans have a common ancester’ etc. It’s amazing.

i love how the forward of every hitchhikers book is like, "yeah this book has no fucking plot. it has no fucking coherent characters. but are you really here for the plot or for the shits and giggles?"

And they are fucking correct. damned be the plot, we wing it with the wackiness of universe. Heres to the clever, hilarious, silly and occasionally deep, shits and giggles of h2g2.

I’ve seen some more idiotic readers go “Mark and Grace are just the same people.”

if they’re the same people, explain this:

Mark Watney: *at any minor inconvenience * FUCKING FU— Ryland Grace: *world-ending, life-threatening news* holy moly

Longest solar Eclipse Ever Viewed

On 30 June 1973, a Solar Eclipse occurred which lasted 7 minutes and 4 seconds at any given spot, but which one group was able to view for more than an hour.

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(voice of a girl who's already weird about it) can i be weird about this

Meet Socks!

Odysseus: We agreed we'd meet without backup. Are you alone?

Trojan: Yes. Are you alone?

(Diomedes steps out of the shadows)

Odysseus: No, I lied.

(Aeneas steps out the shadows)

Trojan: So did I.

Odysseus: I see. But here’s the thing-

(Achilles steps out from behind a tree)

Odysseus: I lied twice.

Humans being the first. Not the strongest or the smartest or the weirdest or the most violent. Just the first.

We called out into the dark over and over. We sent out messages in hopes. We searched every planet we could reach, in hopes of any sign of life. Any at all.

We thought, hoped we were the last, because we couldn’t bear the idea of being the one ones this awake and alive in a world as vast as this.

And we died alone.

When the others are born, many many years later, they find us, everything we left for them.

They recover The Golden Record and look at it a million times over, they dig up our fossils and put us in museums, they study us for years and years, loving us as we love our ancestors’ painted hands on cave walls.

In a lot of their languages, the word they use for us has the same root for “mother”.

kudos to Ryland Grace for finally being the true “I am alone in space” representation we deserve by sobbing his eyes out every chapter. Relatable. I do that and I’m not even light years away from my bed