I’m going for a record number of frequent updates. Someone should give me medal.

New Scientist has an article on the 6 mysteries of our solar system. Depending on what you many or may not know, there are some obvious ones in there, but then again, the ones that you might not have known about can really make you go whoa, when the hell are those alien bastards gonna abduct me?

Actually, the damn aliens better abduct us soon cause there are now robots being built that are designed to eat pretty much anything and that are pretty much spells our doom…

A new type of autonomous robot will soon be loosed upon the land. A robot that forages, grazing on weeds and shrubbery, on rotten logs — even on dried out roadkill and other carcasses. This is DARPA’s EATR (Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot), by RTI. It will be fueled by the Cyclone external combustion engine that can run on virtually any type of dry carbonaceous material.

Can read the full article here. But mark my words, when the robots learn to breed (which I’ll bet their learning how to behind closed doors this very second), they’ll begin to develop an army of rat brain powered robodogs, robot snakes and chair climbing robot snakes that can also make use of their robot regenerating technology to take over this planet. You heard it here first.

And no, I don’t find it strange that I’ve bookmarked so many different articles that when pieced together, map out the future robot invasion.

So I’ve been tremendously enjoying my holidays and have been spending it doing pretty much nothing. Well, nothing worth blogging about. Actually, that was another thing, I had taken an unannounced break from this website as well. But I’m back now. Still on holiday for another week, but I kinda miss the blogging. Plus I’ve bookedmarked way too many things to post to leave it aside anymore.

My friend Fin’s blog Dark in the Boy seems to be discontinued now. After only a few weeks of blogging and posting stuff, the bastard had already gathered more hits than this entire site has, the bastard. But I look forward to whatever new ventures he takes in the new year. No doubt it’ll be something shiny and impressive.

The Nokia Gunphone, it’s only a photoshopped concept photo, but screw it, I want one anyway.

Terry Pratchett is now Sir Terry of Pratchett.

Lots from New Scientist, but my favourites (which are mostly compilations to other favourites are seven mysteries of Earth, seven new wonders of the world, their top 10 articles for 2008 and one that muses on the cosmos’ existence before the big bang which features a couple of my favourite theories. All this theorising almost makes you want that Large Hadron Colider to get colliding, but I’m still okay with this universe existing for now… until our robots rise up and take over. Then I say fire away.