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I'll Ask Ya Once, Then Alexa Again(What's that in the sky? A bird? A plane? One of those newfangled pizza-delivering robo-drones? No. It's science. Specifically, Secondhand SCIENCE. And uber-specifically, this week's post all about the Faraday cage. Check it out -- the details may shock you. Or they won't. Because that's the whole point of Faraday cages. Just go see, would ya?) I have a new lady in my life. Well, technically it's not a lady, I suppose. It's a small cylinder made of plastic and metal. But I think of it as a...
Manifest Doofusry
(Jump back, it's science time! As always, that's Secondhand SCIENCE. This week, come and meet mitochondrial Eve. And be cool to her; she's, like, your mom. I don't care who you are -- she's basically your mom. Seriously.) So I'm thinking of taking a page out of the Chinese government playbook. No, really. Hear me out here. I know they've had some crazy ideas in the past. And the present. And most every alternative universe anyone's ever imagined. And sure, Chinese policies like...
Taking Out the Trash (Talk)
(It may be April, but there's no fooling science. Unless it's Secondhand SCIENCE, possibly. But let's assume not, and form a single-file line to click over for this week's discussion, all about orbital decay. It's the only science article you'll read this week that mentions the Hubble telescope, Paula Deen and a hockey mask-wearing horror movie murderer. No foolin'.) I'm not really a trash talker. Mostly, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I mean, first of all, most trash talk people do...
Radio Dazed
(Science marches on like a lion... or a lamb. Or something. Anyway, it's spring and a new week and that means a new Secondhand SCIENCE. Hop on over to learn all about glial cells, and what they have to do with Scooby Doo, training gyms and everyone's favorite mushmouthed Hollywood boxer. It's a champ!) Friends. Family members. Former coworkers. (Also, random Googling internet weirdos. In fact, probably mostly that.) Lend me your ears. (Actually, don't lend them to me, because I won't be...
I'm the Guy and I Don't Know Why
(March marches on, and so does science. Namely, Secondhand SCIENCE. This week's wackiness is all about tectonic plates. It's an earth-moving experience. Probably. Check it out.) There's a troubling development at my office recently. It would seem I've become "the guy" for a thing. Now, to a point, I'm okay with that. I've been "the guy" for things before. I scrap together little bits of software for people, and cram numbers into databases sometimes. So when one of those stops working or...
Local Incapacity
(Spring forward -- into Secondhand SCIENCE. This week's nonsense dives into Alu elements. It'll get you ready for a genetics test -- and spring training. Play science!) I'm being driven into the arms of a monster. And not a fun monster, either. Like Grover or Mojo Jojo or Kang. (In fairness, I never found Kang all that appealing.) No, in this case I'm being driven -- thrust, really -- into the hairy, wartified arms of one of modern society's most hideous and notorious...
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