It turns out some theories suggest that many times what we now call a disorder used to be an awesome advantage.
My name is Hadas Levine, and I'm the woman who has to pick up Indy's slack while he sword-fights and flirts with teenagers.
There's actually more to our sun's 'hood than meets the eye, and if you just give it a chance, it may surprise you.
A video game developer's entire job is imagining awesome new technologies to explode, and even they can't beat plasma.
Love does things to a person. And science has weighed in on the subject to let us know that love triggers all sorts of weird chemical and physical changes inside our brains and bodies.
It's not unreasonable to conclude that activities that ruin that air, water, or dirt are something we should at least consider minimizing.
My name is Jay, and I have cystic fibrosis. While I'd gladly trade CF for the ability to fire optic blasts or control the weather (I won't even get greedy and ask for a superhuman healing factor), it's still taught me a few things.
If it wasn't for pictures and videos of cute baby animals, the Internet as we know it would probably cease to exist. But we feel that such widespread dissemination of cuteness may be giving you the wrong idea of what's actually out there.
Quick: animals or robots? As in, which of them will be the first to get tired of humanity's bullshit and rise against us? Trick question: It's both!
Once we go back a few decades, to a time when our knowledge of the solar system was based mainly on squinting really hard at the sky, all sorts of crazy adventures took place on improbable planets believed to exist right here in our own solar system.
These things are just as they should be, warts and all.
It turns out that the only 'theme' a real planet can have is unbridled, awestruck terror.