It's not often that I see a photo that sums things up so well.

When I was a kid, I had a treehouse in my backyard. It had a roof and a ladder, and it was the coolest treehouse in the neighbourhood. Now I realise what I could have had instead: the coolest treehouse of all time.

I wonder if they'll let me visit so I can play?

Thank goodnes; they've changed their minds and we're all safe now. If you look at the picture in the article, you may notice that the previously huge, Earth-destroying monster is really just a tiny little dot.

Aren't you glad that no one panicked?

Scientists have discovered why being hugged feels so good. Although the idea of a bunch of guys in labcoats sitting around, hugging each other might sound a bit weird, the results are interesting.

I can't help but wonder if this is related to the strange reactions autistic people have to being cuddled. Perhaps autism affects the way these particular nerve impulses are transmitted or processed in the emotional cortex.

When I'm old and tired of Zimmer-framing around the block, this is how I want to die. If ever there was a good way to go, I think this would be it.

Warning: the following paragraph and link contain descriptions of a new icky way to get nasty diseases. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Despite the obvious reasons, being near a suicide bomber is not good for your health. Recent victims of suicide bombers have led to the discovery that bone fragments, embedded in the victims after the explosion, can transmit blood-borne diseases such as hepatitis and possibly HIV. One more reason that we should all start acting like adults and not blow each other up quite so often.