Hmmmm… from perusing my log files, I now have a clandestine new reader in the hospital that employs me (and if I can trust the hostname of the computer, in the actual building in which I work). Who are you, new visitor?

Honestly, I wasn’t going to post today, but how can you not post when you run across an article about Russian doctors growing a replacement penis on some guy’s arm? Freeeeeeeaaaaaky. (Great… it just hit me that now, I’m going to get search engine hits for people who are hunting for that perfect replacement penis.)

The NASA Helios plane is just damn, damn cool. The thing is up there, flying at nearly 100,000 feet above the surface of the Earth, and because it’s solar-powered, it can stay up for a long damn time. I wonder how easy it is to manage via remote-control, though… hell, those little Radio Shack jobbies are hard enough, and they’re only about 50 feet above your head and you can see them while you’re flying them.

Oh my god — it looks like there’s going to be a Facts of Life reunion show. I’d be embarrassed to find out exactly how much time I wasted watching FoL as a kid (and, likewise, Diff’rent Strokes, Good Times, and The Jeffersons, since they were on in a two-hour block).

Why is it that, despite the fact that I subscribe to Salon Premium, I still get the little essays on my Salon home page that describe why I should subscribe to Salon Premium? Seems idiotic.