The mysterious X-37B has returned to Earth after 468 days in space, evidently without a scratch. One of the comenters on the many space hobby sites I read suggested something interesting: The spacecraft might be considered a "retrievable satellite" that can stay in orbit for years at a time, then shimmy down the gravity well for a refurb when necessary before being launched to orbit again. (Thanks to Frank Glover for the link.)
The secret to an successful programming language may be a good...beard.
I'm closing in on 60, and in my life have known a fair number of redheads. Not one of them would I describe as "fiery." Not one. The cliche has become widespread enough that we recently discussed it as such in our writing group. (Most of my heroines have black hair, which seems more exotic to me.) Now that Pixar has anointed the cliche in a new film (rough language alert) might we hope that redheads will now be given some slack? (At least it's a film in which the folks with Scots accents are actually Scottish.)
Speaking of Neanderthals...in my note-taking for a possible novel called The Gathering Ice, I suggested that Neanderthals (who hide in plain sight, and have done so for 50,000 years) refer to themselves as "the Uglies" and to the rest of us as "the Saps." Now I learn that Graham Hancock uses "the Uglies" to describe the Neanderthals in his 2010 novel, Entangled. Bummer.
Double bummer: There is a YA teen series called The Uglies. Not about Neanderthals, though. Still, having twice been outgunned on the term, I'm considering renaming my Neanderthals "the Plugs." Could work.
The anomalous cold snap called the Younger Dryas 12,000 years ago figures into the backstory of my Neanderthal yarn. It's still unexplained, as this article maintains, but it sure looks like a phase-transition stutter to me, as Earth's climate was changing from its cold state to its warm state. I've often wondered if we are now in the thick of a phase transition from the climate's warm state to its cold state. (Such a stutter is the main gimmick in The Gathering Ice.)
This was utterly news to me: Parts of New York City have a vacuum-driven garbage-collection system that literally sucks trash through pipes under the streets to a central disposal location--and has had it for 35 years.
The email subject read "Your parcel is expecting of receiving." Its parcel was expecting of delivering trojan. My delete was delivering of action. Alreet!