Stars are colossal fusion reactors, burning hydrogen into helium. As the nuclei fuse lighter elements into heavier elements, massive amounts of energy are released. A new game sets you the task of nucleosynthesis, building hydrogen into iron, and it’s surprisingly fun.
"The game is a stellar variant of 2048, where you fuse elements together along the reaction pathways that power stars." (Read: you’ll never get another thing done)
Play it here: http://newbrict.github.io/Fe26/
This is wonderfully addictive.
I’m a fan!
This was completely unnecessary and for that I am thankful
Source: Laughing Squid
From high-end tourism to one of the world’s most ambitious engineering projects, strange things are happening at the site of the worst nuclear disaster in history, which could still kill plenty of people.
what the fuck
this is the scariest shit i’ve ever seen in my life
This is so cool. Eat Otomo Yoshihide’s heart out.
I’m used to associating this sort of heavy creepy distortion type audio as being achieved by internal studio mixing. Picking sections, warping them, reversing, repeating, all that sort of thing done with the board tools and programming suites. I didn’t stop to think that the same sort of effects could be achieved PHYSICALLY by fucking with the playback tools and the storage mediums themelves. It’s incredibly clever, especially when they introduce the cut-apart and reconstructed vinyl platters, it becomes the audio equivalent of cut-paste collaging or magnetic poetry. It takes something as ethereal and insubstantial as music, and makes it as tangible as sculpture.
Floating through the abysmal cosmos, Capt. Fred Stewart longed for the safety of his ship, the warmth of his home, Earth, and the embrace of his loving family, whom he would never see again. Communications with the homebase had been permanently severed and his oxygen was steadily charging toward zero percent. But with his last ounces of strength he propelled himself toward the floating bag of freeze-dried Denny’s, sucking the last of his air, tiring his atrophying muscles. For Captain Fred Stewart had made one promise to himself: if he was going to die, he would go out while eating something delicious.
And he did.