Hey, could you do me a favor?
Could you just RB this?
The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform
here lemme help
*ahem*
reblog this post to kiss the person you reblogged it from
hope that works :)
THANK YOU THIS IS MAKING MY BRAIN SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAA
THIS IS SO SATISFYING ITS LIKE A GROUP OF PLANKTON OR A RAILWAY CHART...
So i went down the rabbit hole of loading every bit of Data.... needs more space but i love the Galactic proportions that 17k gets ! @graycatluna i hope you enjoy what this has become!
ITS SO ALIVE AND SO SPECIAL...
WE'RE ALL LIKE A PLANKTON COLONY TOGETHER AND I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
So Gregor Mendel (yes, the guy with the pea plants) wrote down that he wanted to be given a thorough autopsy after he died.
The year he died was 1884. Autopsies were increasingly common at the time, but Mendel was an Augustinian friar and the arguments preventing donating your body to science for teaching autopsies, research, etc. were theological. The “ethical” source of teaching cadavers for doctors to autopsy was (in many places) the bodies of executed criminals, as a sort of post-mortem punishment.
Mendel became a monk specifically because he couldn’t afford to study otherwise, even after one of his sisters donated her dowry to the cause. He did too well as a monk to continue his work as long as he wanted: he got promoted to Abbott and the last sixteen years of his life were spent doing administrative work, and his experiments weren’t properly replicated, or examined as a viable alternative to then current theories on inheritance, until 1990. But he chose to donate his body to science (which he loved) and be of material benefit to the field of medicine, which he didn’t practice but two of his nephews did.
There’s just something beautiful about a guy who lived through the era where having your body dissected was the height of dishonor, in an institution that had advocated against the practice, deciding that anything that helps humanity as a whole was worth doing.
There’s something just as beautiful about the fact that he was exhumed for genetic sequencing on his 200th birthday - usually we don’t just dig people up and grab their genes as a surprise party, because in addition to it being a lot of work we can’t assume they would have appreciated it, but Mendel? He would have been jazzed.
I have to say—I assume the intention of the TOTK devs for players encountering their first Evermean was for them to just be strolling in the wood and then get jumpscared by a tree, which is all well and good. However, my first Evermean encounter, in which I was just trying to take a picture of a firefly and my camera suddenly locked onto the tree behind it instead with a message reading, “Evermean”, left me standing there in silence with a sense of dread creeping over me at the realization that there were hidden threats all around me that I’d never have noticed before, which I think we can safely say is way scarier.