THANK YOU for posting this story. I don’t think the majority of your readers in the States realize that this is going to be absolutely devastating on the islands in the Caribbean.
They should make the monkey version of the beattles, I think they already tried that though.
So can we all just agree that the Monkees were just a rip off of the Beatles? Oops, different Monkees but same haircut...
For those of you coming here for a “mop-topped Monkee” joke, here you go.
/checks article for Australia
Very cool. I will mention, not to be pedantic, but to remind folks how freaking big the solar system is—Saturn is barely halfway to the outer planets. By solar system measurements, Jupiter is practically the inner solar system.
Veterinarian here. I don’t suggest anyone get one anymore, ever. They really *are* that unhealthy as a breed now, it’s not an exaggeration. Clotting disorders, horrible hips, horrible knees, prone to autoimmune diseases, anal fistulas, you name it, they’re prone to it. When in vet school, if there is a question about…
I actually asked the researchers about masturbation. “...even if there was an increase [in masturbation], I don’t see a link to sperm decline,” they told me. “We adjusted for ejaculation abstinence time (which is a known factor associated with sperm count), so this factor did not bias the results.”
“In other news, tube socks crustier than ever. Back to you, George.”
Can it distinguish between hot dog and not-hot dog, though?
They’ll figure it out when they start hatching.
I couldn’t tell if they were in an embrace or what.
Boots up there, boots down here... a bottle of wine?... hmmm.
So, basically if I’m ever being hunted by a t Rex I’m still fucked just at a slightly slower pace?
If you’ve ever spent time around chickens, and if you have even a cursory understanding of allometry, then deep down, you already knew this.
How elite of an athlete would you need to be to out run one while wearing heels?
I remember when Curiosity first touched down on the Martian surface. My kids were glued to the TV set and my son (who was 5 at the time in 2012) asked me when are we going to bring it home because it looked so lonely out there on its own. I told him that it’s staying up there and we’re not bringing it home. I told…
And somewhere in that picture, unresolvedly small but there nonetheless is my name, along with those a few million of my closest friends. The names are micro-etched on two disks, and it’s not data but actual english characters. Yep, my name is on Mars.
Sooo, we need to jiggle the cosmic mouse to wake them up? Damn I hope it isn’t a trackball.
“Officials at the university estimate that it’ll cost about $3,000 to exhume and rebury each body, at a total cost of $21 million. The university is now considering an alternative plan in which it’ll do the work in-house, at a cost of $400,000 per year over the course of eight years.”