Tasmanian Devils in Hamster Balls

You’ve heard what’s happening to the Tasmanian devils, right? Really freaky face cancer, spread like it’s oral herpes at a kino mutai junior prom. Wait, what? OK, Tasmanian devils, like their more famous cartoon counterpart, really like biting things.  Things like kangaroos and wombats and, hell, each other, all in the course of saying “hello” or “fuck off” or “let’s have sex”.  Along comes a cancer spread by gnawing on your neighbors face and all hell breaks loose.  Add that to the low genetic diversity of the species (apparently the stereotype of human Tasmanians also applies to the massively inbred population of devils) and the poor little monsters are dropping like flies.  Horribly disfigured flies. Efforts have lately focused on quarantining healthy individuals and setting up captive breeding programs to preserve the species.  This won’t do any favors for the cause of genetic diversity, though. The clear answer is to […]

Robot Whales Will Save Us, I Assure You

More linking strands in the swirling digital chum of the intertube, gentle reader. First off, here’s an oldie but goodie (from way back in in 2008) from Vice: Whereupon they tag along with a mission to catalog what’s floating around in the vast plastic morass in the middle of the Pacific.  In case you’re unfamiliar, the Wikigods say: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch, also described as the Eastern Garbage Patch or the Pacific Trash Vortex, is a gyre of marine litter in the central North Pacific Ocean located roughly between 135° to 155°W and 35° to 42°N and estimated to be twice the size of Texas.[1] The patch is characterized by exceptionally high concentrations of suspended plastic and other debris that have been trapped by the currents of the North Pacific Gyre. Mix that with a report on Pink Tentacle about floating robot UAVs deployed in the gross urban waterways […]