Warning: I am listening to Dire Straits’ Money for Nothing while writing this morning. And things are going to happen OUT OF ORDER.

We are apparently wired for incest, and naturally attracted to people who look like family members. As family members look like family members … well … hello Oedipus.

From sex (with a little bit of science), we move to rocks (also with a little bit of science), and give you the truth behind media reports that we will all be crushed by a giant asteroid.

Next – double entendre and ukulele:

(A tattoo of muscle anatomy, found amongst other biology-related tattoos at Blag Hag, and originating somewhere in the depths of makezine.)