If you only know Wil Wheaton as TNG's Wesley Crusher, you ought to read his stuff on the web. He's smart and he's funny—and, in this column on Internet radio, absolutely spot on the money.
"Every time [the robot] found a mine, blew it up and lost a limb, it picked itself up and readjusted to move forward on its remaining legs, continuing to clear a path through the minefield.
Classical Values takes a sharp look at the much ballyhooed honeybee blight. "The bees that seem to be suffering from Colony Collapse Disorder are the ones that get boxed up and trucked around, and they've been kept going for decades with regular dustings of miticides. Whether this is good for bees and how long they can be expected to compete with wild insects is of course debatable."
I check in on aggregator blog Locust Street every week and it's almost always worth the visit. The last two weeks, however, have been extraordinary. Last week's deep excavation of the "Dry Bones" meme was perfect, but this week's theme of party girls is even better. Go—but only if you have a few hours to spend.
"A massive 83 million tapes were sold in the UK in 1989. Yet by last year the figure had fallen to a mere 100,000. In the Nineties sales of pre-recorded tapes were overtaken by CDs and record companies started phasing them out."
Spinner picks 'em. Yeah, it's a list, but this one has the songs embedded, so you can hear the ones you don't know—or the ones you love, for that matter.