We must all wait in line. The inevitability of standing behind others is so absolute, that there is an entire field of study dedicated to it: queuing theory. And although the waiting-in-line theorists has yet to find an agreeable solution for the worst of all line-waiting — boarding an airplane — they have drawn the line at the best kind queue: a long, snaking serpentine line. So, not only does Trader Joe's have excellent food at reasonable prices — they also have the best line-waiting experience.

The consumption of information is not unlike the consumption of food: You can cram in as much as you want, but eventually, one way or another, it finds its way out of you. Recent research has shown that as we pick up new bits of information, the less relevant ones eventually slip away. Which is just fantastic news! Now, the very memories we cling to to escape life's mercilessly fleeting nature are just as fleeting.

Out of all the disciplines of cycling, track cyclists are easily the most powerful. Their training regimen largely consists of squatting a crapload of weight, then jumping on a bike and pedaling really hard and really fast. So, it should say something about the frailty of humanity that Robert Förstemann — chief among the thunder-thigh-having track cyclists — can barely power a toaster long enough to toast a slice of bread.



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Obtaining 95 percent of an AR-15 assault rifle is simple and requires no license. Just log on to your favorite online firearms retailer and order up a upper receiver, a barrel, stock, grip, a magazine and a bunch of ammunition. No one will bat an eye! It's the lower receiver, though, the part that facilitates the shooting bits, that's the tricky part. But now, thanks to a small group of gun-loving libertarian engineers, you can buy a CNC milling machine that'll take care of that for you. Wired reporter Andy Greenberg did it in the magazine's office. Want to start your own black market gun-running business? That'll be $2,272 please.



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Finally, the red-hot unstoppable force of the semi-molten nickel ball meets the cold, black immoveable hockey puck. The ball just sits there, flames of anger fruitlessly shooting out from underneath, while the puck lies there, monolithic and imposing. Let this be a teaching moment: the next time you are confronted with hot metal balls, remember: hockey pucks.

Fowl play has struck multiple chicken farms in South Carolina. In what Bloomberg calls "the largest crime against industrial poultry farms in US history," someone shut off the fans on dozens of chicken houses, suffocating about 320,000 birds and dooming several farmers. While it seems, on the surface, a crime of passion — the attacks stem from the toxic and hostile nature of chicken farming, where underperforming farms punish the bottom lines of more successful ones.