Maybe if we all rise up and say it, it will get better.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Maybe if we all rise up and say it, it will get better.
Do these big name universities intentionally inculcate obtuseness, or do they select for neo-reactionary thinkers? Case in point: Steven Pinker promoting Christina Hoff Sommers.
The war on gamers continues: http://t.co/WmIrgwykCH via @YouTube
— Steven Pinker (@sapinker) March 10, 2015
The war on gamers continues
The one thing that I learned from college fraternities is that I am a boring drunk.
I’d really love to know more of the context of this complaint to Nature — what the paper was, what he was complaining about, what happened in the followup.
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I’ve been watching this zombie show for some time — it’s my Sunday night ritual, to switch on AMC while I’m reviewing material for Monday’s lecture (I don’t think any of the themes have leaked over into genetics, though). And there’s a rhythm to the seasons of the show.
Always on the cutting edge, Apple has announced a bio-organic laptop.
Cook presented the bizarre, malformed new product to stunned silence during a media event at Apple headquarters, revealing a device that, while vaguely similar to a computer in certain respects, appeared to be encased in a thick, flesh-like coating that was visibly moist and engorged.
"Oh, my sweet God," Apple employee Kurt Starfeldt said after viewing the MacBook up close. "It appeared to be discharging some sort of mucus-type substance from the headphone jack and making these weird murmuring sounds. And then it started quivering at one point when Tim was demonstrating how to use the touch pad. It was quite upsetting, actually."
The photos reveal that it is definitely squamous. I want one. I want two so I can breed them.
This skink looks like it just burst out of someone’s chest, and in addition, it’s full of little baby skinks.
One of those days…I was trapped at home most of the morning. We’re in that transitional stage where the snow and ice melt during the day, but then freezes solid overnight, almost instantaneously, so it was kind of pretty — sidewalks covered with rippled ice, for instance — but just too dangerous to walk on. So I stayed home and pounded together some cheap furniture I’d ordered to fill in a gap in our bedroom. That’s right, I spent my birthday doing manual labor.
