Goldurn, Newt Gingrich, you lyin’ bag of bloat, quit tryin’ to make me like you. So fur yur efforts are a durn sight too near successful. Dad blast it, furst a cussed Democrat talked sense and now even yur doin’ it, it ain’t right.
A most unusual lecture on some genuinely groundbreaking medical research. Warning: Not for the modest. Hint: The research was on novel treatments for the condition we bashfully call E.D.
The New Mexico state motto is apparently uncomfortably true.
I reckon there’s a lick to the loco. Yee-haw!
It seems the human brain derives much of its complexity from its chromosomal instability.
I find the “brain as tumor” idea kind of interesting, though I confess I am not a huge Blish fan. Nor am I sure where to take it.
His Majesty: “I’ve know a number of politicians who appear to have taken the brain as tumor concept seriously, and adopted the obvious solution.”
Though I’m a mite troubled at the thought of flyin’ over an aurora display. Seems unhealthful to risk bein’ radioactivated that way.
Shockingly, fully seven of the fifteen supplements examined were associated with an increased mortality rate. (Presumably the other eight were associated with a decreased mortality rate.) I mean, what are the odds?
Peter Thiel asks the right questions.
In a roundabout way, I think this illustrates the failure of science as a religion.
This hyere may not seem like much to a passel o’ uneddicated papercollar easterners. Thems as know, howsomever, is baying at the moon like a sure-nuff kiyote. (more…)
Can now solve Rubik’s Cube for us.
What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of politicians.