What do you get the man who has everything? The answer to that question is usually something lame like a 'poem' or a 'song' or 'a heartfelt macaroni portrait.' But sometimes it's something awesome like 'furniture made from super-predators' or 'all the cheese.'
As enchanted as we are with the search for Holy Grail-esque treasures, every so often a discovery comes along that excites us so much that we forget to ask whether it might be bullshit.
Embattled politicians will either fess up and resign, or deny and fight charges levelled against them. Some politicians, however, choose a different course.
Evolution is the art of producing the deadliest, meanest, most efficient beasts possible. But it's not a perfect process: There's just a slew of animals rolling fatly around the reject pile, just waiting to be killed and eaten (and if you don't hurry, some of them will even do it themselves).
When we say that this ship's service played out in exactly the way it would if it had been a hastily-scripted Adam Sandler comedy, we're not exaggerating.
Nobody holds the copyright on ancient myths. So why make up a new name for your company when you can just call it Trojan? A word of advice, though. Before you go sticking a mythological figure on your logo, take a few minutes to look up its story. Otherwise you get some downright hilarious unintentional results.
We humans think we're so smart. Sure, animals are good for a laugh or two, but if one of them gets sick, who's going to take care of it? Either it's some sympathetic human or nobody. It's not like animals have doctors and medicine. Right?
As space exploration advances and we start to learn what's really on the surface of those distant worlds, it becomes increasingly clear that our imagination has no chance of competing with the jaw-dropping, pants-peeing craziness outer space is capable of cooking up.
There are a few things in this world that we can always rely on as constants: The sun will always rise and time will inevitably march forward. Except that the sun doesn't rise and time ... well, time is tricky, too.
