Because of the importance of computational genomics, I am writing this article with utmost urgency in hopes of unifying geneticists and biochemists once and for all.
For those of you who wonder if I actually exist, not just a figment of Hank's fevered imagination, or if I actually play rugby, we have independent evidence
this week. Now, if only we had proof that I do biology.
My grandfather had a special room in his cellar for the various presses and casks he used to make his notoriously mouth-wrenching red wine. I have friends whose microbrew apparatus takes up the entire spare bedroom of their house, like a permanently boozy-smelling houseguest. Accordingly, I thought that fermenting was best left to the hardcore hobbyists-- too complicated a pursuit for the average partly-stocked kitchen. Turns out, it's pretty simple. I recently made ginger ale with only items I had laying around my kitchen.
Due to the use of her celebrity status to promote potentially dangerous
chelation therapy as a "cure" for autism, we eventually had to knock
her off the FOI To Do List. On Monday, we rucked over
a Wired Magazine
article claiming that Playboy
My apologies to Horselover Fat
for the title, but what is a boy to do when confronted with Katharine Gammon's "Infoporn: Today's Playmates Are More Like Anime Figures Than Real Humans"
in Wired Magazine
Oh, Playboy, why do you want your "readers" to lust after androids? That's the only explanation we can think of for the proportions of your lovely ladybots.
Who does this sound like to you?
Best argument I have heard yet for aging research . . .
This one makes me sad. Sad, not in the "your incompetent/faked research inspires people to let their kids die of preventable diseases
" way, but in the "I can never look at my favorite breakfast cereal in the same way again"* way.
A clinical study showed kids who had a filling breakfast of KELLOGG'S®FROSTED MINI-WHEATS® cereal had better attentiveness compared to kids who missed out on breakfast.
-The Frosted Mini-Wheats website waxing all "sciencey"
Thanks to recent events, there was only one choice for this week's idiot: Andrew Wakefield.