Hooray For Mice Babbies

I need to get down to the gym, but now’s not the time to worry about that, especially seeing as this is the one day when I don’t realistically have time. I will, however, squeeze in time for this, dear readers, and with any luck, it’ll have much more meat to it than I’d like to see on myself.

Alright, get a load of this.

I know that anything done in mice needs a lot of work to be translated into treatments for humans, but seriously, a skin cell, turned stem cell, turned egg, creating multiple generations?

That’s crazy, I hear you say!

No, it’s not crazy, it’s happening in Kyoto. When the country you’re working in can produce multiple game franchises that don’t suck, anything’s possible, and boy, having mice babies born from artificially created eggs breed…

That’s making me very optimistic about future technologies for humans, no matter how skeptical I should be being right now. Perhaps I need a slap in the face with some pessimism, anybody got some lying around, I feel so hopeful?

I suppose the fact that Psy’s follow up to ‘Gangnam Style’ is going to be in English is probably bad news enough for me to deflate the grin on my face, but even the fact that he’s being handled by Justin Bieber’s people isn’t enough to stop me wondering how many people, previously devastated by things beyond their control, will be able to have children.

I want this to be a thing.

Sunday Hangover: Granny Rolls Mage

This may strike you as an odd thing to class as a segment but roll with me will you?

I return to the land of the living!

In a break between reading A Game of Thrones and delaying doing spreadsheets I have returned to the valley of the shadow of blogs; my favourite region of the republic of internet and a place that I visit every day no matter how infrequent the buses are and no matter how short the stay may be.

And I go here so much that my space bar has lost its matte finish and is now partially shiny.

Take that, aesthetics!

Luckily I haven’t played World of Warcraft for a few years or my W,A,S and D keys would have given in too.

I grieve for the many gamers around the world that have lost the knowledge of which keys they are pressing; especially if they have to lend it to their Grandparents.

How are they supposed to know which keys you use to run in World of Warcraft?

Perhaps Grandma likes to play death knight on weekends after she’s spent three hours checking her emails which seem to consist entirely of chain letters?

It’s not impossible, in fact I’m willing to bet that WoW Grandparents are on the rise.

That thought alone makes me want to subscribe to that honourable game again.