I have so many plans. It would incorporate a Galton board, a Ranque-Hilsch marble vortex tube, and a compartment lined with pinball bouncers with a camera-and-servo Maxwell's Demon that separated the balls into fast and slow sides.
It’s not really Rube Goldberg himself that I hate, it’s more Rube Goldberg machines.
They’re useless! You could do whatever it is that you set them up to do in a fraction of the time! It’s not practical. The amount of time it takes to set up, test, and run is so much slower and time-consuming that it’s not worth it!
Sure, it looks cool, but it’s not worth the amount of effort needed to run into it
My Primo headcanon is 'chill old man who dreams of nothing but murder all day long.' Whenever he gets the urge to blow up the White House he puts that urge on a leaf and floats it downstream like his court-mandated therapist taught him to in 1996.
thinking again about that time tim broke into dick’s apartment in bludhaven and immediately started making fun of his home security the moment dick walked in the door
nightwing (1996) issue 6
and then the next time we see someone break into dick’s apartment (this time it’s a stranger trying to rob him) we find out that he has installed a human-sized glue trap in front of his home entertainment system (and coincidentally, right next to the window)
nightwing (1996) issue 12
this is a cartoonishly deranged thing for dick to put in his apartment as actual security but also i believe with my whole heart that this was meant for tim. this is cruel and unusual punishment for some random home invader but completely justified if it was actually meant to clown on one’s annoying younger brother all along
Missing the days where the Jedi Order used moxie, the power of Friendship™, a good deal of wit, and a lack of common sense to get shit done in the galaxy
Doc: Yeah, and I have this other small problem, Pearl, like in my dark oak tree farm, I realised my llama sits one pixel too low and it would require half a rebuild. Maybe you can-
*cuts himself off with a laugh as Pearl walks away with her head hung*
i feel like this moment was kind of glossed over (in part because of tl issues but also in part because forget me not just didn't really react to it lmao)
but i'm obsessed with how x set up a rube goldberg machine that ended with hot tea being poured on forget me not's head
i'm so sorry, your boyfriend didn't make it back from the arctic expedition.. yeah, it was, um, well it was actually the carnival ... what? no, cause there was a fire. yeah, so he was stabbed to death. sorry
Asuka being revealed to be a boring guy that liked math is just hilarious.
He’s That Man, The Gear Maker, The Devil, and the man who had a hand in destroying Japan. He kickstarted The Crusades, indirectly causing the deaths of over 6 billion people worldwide.
And he likes making buckwheat noodles using Rube-Goldberg machines.
Asuka could probably be distracted by a crossword puzzle that he would find on the floor.
He turned himself in to the President of the United States and leaked that he did so to the local news.
He went and started a podcast on the moon after he removed the Seed of Adam from Sol’s neck.
He has a clone of himself for some reason.
He put his soul into a homunculus of what he looked like during his time in the Gear Project so that Sol would recognize him.
He turned Sol’s girlfriend into a Gundam because she had super cancer.
Asuka’s both the best and worst wingman you could ask for.
The fan base didn’t have so much as a face or a concrete name besides “That Man” for a decade.
He had cat ears in Xrd and that was never brought up again.
Some of the coolest designs for water clocks can be found in the work of Al-Jazari, an inventor who served in the court of a small Islamic kingdom in what’s now northern Iraq in the late 1000s and early 1100s. It’s unclear how many of these designs he actually built, but they’re remarkably creative. Here’s a water clock that would make mechanical peacocks move and even sing at certain times of day:
And then there’s his masterpiece, the elephant clock, where “every half hour, the bird on the dome whistled; the man below dropped a ball into the dragon’s mouth; and the driver hit the elephant with his goad.”
More by al-Jabari here:
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