Haunting the Web Since 1999
“I have learned in the last week that this thing is real, and it doesn’t discriminate. It affects everyone.“
– Eric “Eazy-E” Wright.
Take that, cat lovers. Scientists delve deeper into the inextricable links between humans and dogs. But, if this is true, why can’t I convince Berkeley to stop chewing the comforter?
Scientists attempt to create new life, which is fascinating but a bit unnerving, particularly considering how long they spend in this article declaring, “Don’t worry – absolutely, positively nothing will go wrong.” Don’t these people ever go to the movies?
“I must not fear. Fear is the mindkiller. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over and through me. And when it is gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Particle physicists plan to build a “neutrino factory” in the UK. I almost spent a summer in high school searching for neutrinos in a Spanish mine (as part of a mandatory science thesis), until at the last minute I switched to an astrophysics project instead. Examining cosmic background radiation for fractal patterns…very trendy at the time.
Paging Fox News…LinkMachineGo has discovered a robot that randomly detects lefty media bias for you. This might just be the worst thing that’s ever happened to Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly.
Three different formats vie to become the standard for blue laser DVD’s, expected in the market by 2005. No 8-track worries just yet – all models will be retro-compatible with red-laser DVD’s.
An Australian research team may have pulled off a successful scramjet test, which, according to the article, would mean “one of the most significant technological advances since American Chuck Yeager became the first person to break the sound barrier in 1947.” If nothing else, to be able to fly to Australia and back in two hours would be something else.
The mystery of the red wine headache, via Follow Me Here. I’m definitely suffer from ’em, which is why most of my drinking is confined to beer, whiskey, and other potables time-tested by my Gaelic forbears.
Surfers go ga-ga over their IM buddy-bots.