Oh, nooooo!

CONCORD, N.H. (AP) -- The Old Farmer's Almanac, the familiar, 223-year-old chronicler of climate, folksy advice and fun facts, is predicting a colder winter and warmer summer for much of the nation.

Guess we should at least give this pro-choice advocte a salute for her stunning honesty and unwavering commitment: Stop calling aboriton "a difficult decision"

The U.K.'s Indpendent is, I believe, supposed to be a serious newspaper, not a supermarket tabloid. And yet . . . Here is the headline:

I'm the type who lurks in the corner at parties and reads to avoid eye contact in waiting rooms, so I can relate to this:

Determined not to make eye contact with anyone on the subway? You’re not alone, but our commutes would be happier if we socialized more, according to a new study.

Let's not lose any sleep over what the "experts" say:

How much sleep do you really need?

For most of my adult life, I have been, A) touting the Apollo moon program as an example of what government initiative can accomplish, even when motivated by something as crass as "beating the Russians" and, B) lamenting the fact that we did such an amazing thing, then just quit on the whole space thing. Now, on the 45th anniversary (plus one day), Rand Simberg connects the dots on those two things in a way that never occurred to me:

Buzz Aldrin has come up with my new favorite phrase: "Magnificent desolation":

About that "the climate debate is over" crowd:

My apologies for what will be sporadic posting over the next few days. We're going live with a new front-end system this week, and that's taking up most of our time. As long as you're here, check out this paranoid excursion into outer space: "Bid to talk to aliens could doom us all: How the quest to find ET could be insanely risky":

While we're not paying attention, artificial intelligence will creep right up on us: