The weekend coffee, now with panda photographers and balloons

Run for your lives, bees. Run.

It seems that the Environmental Protection Agency is out to get you.

Looking for a fun place for your next holiday?

Why not try Chernobyl?

Just in case there aren’t enough reasons to become a mathematician, the world threw this my way this week.

You’ll never look at Taylor series the same way again.

It was a normal student holiday. Go to China. Help some earthquake victims. Discover a new species.

Kids do this sort of thing all the time, right?

Steps to getting a record deal: Become homeless. Grow beard. Make YouTube video of self playing Radiohead song.
This newspaper correction is awesome.
Why you get lost in buildings. Hint: blame the architects.
The entire genome of a fetus can now be unravelled through a blood test performed on the mother.

I have trouble deciding if this is bad or good.

The weekend coffee, cat armour and turtle sharks

I would not be surprised if some of the readers of the Big Bad Blog immediately leave the site to check out the cost of plane tickets to New York, on discovery that there will be Doctor Who themed burlesque.
Some of the advice being given about being sensitive to the different customs of foreigners in the run-up to the 2012 Olympics is hilarious.

For instance, when speaking with Mexicans, avoid mentioning their war with America in 1845-6.

Why would I start a conversation with a random Mexican on that particular topic?

Science discovers what is being called a Life of Brian effect in the human brain. Not terribly interesting, other than the name being awesome.
Apparently having sexual relations with a mannequin in a public park is not legal in West Virginia.

Who knew?

A porn star showing pubic hair causing a backlash?

You wouldn’t think so, but apparently that’s what happened after Sasha Grey went nude on HBO’s Entourage

There’s been lots on baby names in our coffee this week — a trend that we’re continuing over the weekend.

Your name also has an effect on what you do and where you live. Denises become dentists, Louises tend to live in St Louis. And so on.

I’m generally not a fan of arguments that would not convince anybody. After all — the point of arguing something is to convince somebody (even if that somebody is yourself).

But I can’t help but enjoying the argument that gay marriage is good because it brings us closer to a Sci Fi utopia.

German radioactive boars are running amok.