MOS: The Langya Virus
Could my colleagues exercise a little restraint in reporting on interesting new microbes, lest we spur panic about diseases that haven’t infected more than, say, three dozen people since 2018?
Could my colleagues exercise a little restraint in reporting on interesting new microbes, lest we spur panic about diseases that haven’t infected more than, say, three dozen people since 2018?
If an asteroid happens upon a collision course with Earth after it was inexplicably the only thing screenwriters could think about in 1998, I expect we will have a plan to yeet that shit on over to Uranus.
The outbreak mostly died down, but not without nearly 100,000 cases, 169 confirmed global fatalities as of January 2024, and a heaping dose of panic.
After upwards of thirteen billion years of space travel, that giant honeycomb mirror collects every weary infrared photon it can grab.
Troublesome memories show up at 4pm when you’re on deadline to whisper in your ear “it’s been a while, how ‘bout now for some ugly crying?”
This will be my third column about bananas and I have to really crank up the dick jokes this time by an inch or two. Or, perhaps, it’s time to let them go limp.
Well, we haven’t had an invasive species story for like four minutes. We were due for snails of unusual size. Today’s Moment of Science… Death […]
(This was originally published on April 19th, 2022, two months after Russia attacked Ukraine. It’s been lightly edited.) I’ve struggled with how to talk about […]
From the patient’s point of view, nothing has changed since the 1950s. Treatment is still avoiding bread that chews worth a fuck.
So far, the road to cooking up a woolly mammoth hasn’t been without controversy, lawsuits, and just plain fuckery. It also has been without a mammoth.
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