Nommy-nommy-nom. (h/t, Jeff) || Portal says no. || Night vision injections. || Incoming enrichment. || Discharges of note. || Scholarship, baby. || It has four bedrooms and a room full of sand. (h/t, Things) || Bad art, breasts and adhesive tape. || Behold young love, it’s a precious thing. || Wee things called euglenoids. || 251 words you can spell with a calculator. || Cities, accelerated. || Sisterhood. || Teaching AI to play hide-and-seek. || Doing it for science. || Odeon cinemas of the 1930s. || Does anyone here know sign language? (h/t, Darleen) || He’s making the rest of us look bad. || He does this better than you do. || Hers is bigger than yours. || And finally, as situations go, it left some room for improvement.