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's
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.
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"