Simulated nighttime clouds on Mars:

(from here)
Doesn’t that make you want to go look at some stars and have sex outside? Do it. And bring the Valentine’s Nea, small enough to fit in your pocket, and so quiet that the crickets won’t be disturbed. And it’s rechargable, and shiny, and has hearts on […]

The Chron’s editorial page today features San Francisco’s two biggest sex issues of the week, and their juxtaposition has our young mayor ass-deep, as my dear dead old dad Max Queen used to say, in alligators. (Max had a “drain the swamp” tagline, but that now belongs to Nancy Pelosi; I won’t belabor it.) I’ve […]