Neither: it's a sexless block of metal, plastics, silicon, and various rare earths.

Grave Encounters could have been an utterly *brilliant* film—as, indeed, it *was* for the first hour or so. When it played things subtle and built on the sheer creepiness of being trapped in a complete impossible situation, it was amazingly effective...but once the cheesy ghosts started appearing, it quickly left…

Ball of computronium.

I truly cannot wait to read this book.

Want. Want NOW.

Ah—so, basically, it's the Douchebag Squid?

The Singularity isn't about Human frailty as it is *overcoming* Human frailty. But I *love* the basic idea of this novel, and if anyone can handle it right it's Max Barry.

I *really* need to apply for a job there.

There is nothing whatsoever creepy about that "slender man" pic: it looks like a 3rd-grader's attempt at creating an album cover for his older teenage brother's screamo band. However, the sharkaphant and Gator-Boy are Grade-A Awesome! I love oldskool pastework monster sculptures.

Alexander Pope, William Blake, all the Romantic poets, and just about every 20th Century poet has identified Lucifer as the true "hero" of Milton's epic. I'm sure Milton didn't *intend* Lucifer to come across as such an awesome, praiseworthy character, but he certainly created one of the greatest anti-heroes of all…

Hmm. After the shitstained travesty that was Robopocalypse, I'm quite skeptical of novels such as this...but, at least, it seems as though the author has done her research. But then, so did Daniel H. Wilson. Nonetheless, Angry Robot has a *really* good track record of issuing decent work, so I'll definitely give it a…

Surprisingly enough, it actually seems as though in *some* places academics—especially scientific academics—are still being supported at the highschool level. Here in southwestern PA, my old alma mater, Albert Gallatin, and several other local school districts all have *really* solid chem, bio, and physics programmes.…

Y'know, this doesn't necessarily sound like a bad idea. Or, rather, the basic idea is certainly sound: the idea that beauty has a sort of magical capacity has never been done before to MY knowledge—which is, admittedly, a bit limited, as I'm not a huge fantasy fan. Nonetheless, the concept would make for a much better…

I don't care if there's cyanide, ethylene glycol, and traces of Plutonium in tea, as long as it's got caffeine, I'm drinking the hell out of it!

Oh, shit. My brain just imploded!

I've seen it before. It was called The Number 23 and starred Jim Carrey.

I can actually picture a hypercube in my mind now, so I've started working on visualizing penteracts—5-dimensional hypercubes: [www.youtube.com]

Yo, where da clip at? I want to see naked Turkish space-babes, goddamnit!

Sounds prettymuch like Ray Kurzweil's post-Singularity world, but without all the airy-fairy optimism and a whole hell of a lot more fun!

Say, this looks rather keen!