→ UFO crash site in Antarctica? (Express.co.uk) ADDITIONAL STORIES: Eric Weinstein rant on organized civil disobedience (Twitter threat) Gen Z has better start than Millennials (Insider) Fish and rats brains connected robots (WSJ) New study, CRISPR can generate unexpected, heritable mutations (AniNews) Flippy Clawee is next stage in gaming, “connected reality” (Calcalistech) Honda retiring Asimo robot (Japan News) More Cobid I’m disgusted by Joe Rogan, colleague death makes it worse (Wapo Op) Costa Rica mandates for under 5, not fully supported (CNN) Student jab mandate crisis next (Intercept) White House gets set for cautious pivot on pandemic (The Hill) PRODUCERS FOR EPISODE 443 Executive Producer Bush Protector** Supply Drop Krillin -AW Producers Andrew, Juan A, MORV, Aaron J Knight of the Cute Little Piggies, Laura C, HeatherSirRuss, JC, Palmer B, Lady K, Scott K, Runksmash, DrWhoDunDat, Jackie U, Child of God, Sir Casey the Shield Knight, Gail M, Veronica D, Amanda P, Sir Sigrah the Beast Timestamps: Mondays: Jackie U Wednesdays: Jade Bouncerson Fridays: Christine C AUDIO PRODUCTION (Jingles, Iso, Music): Locodomonique Psalm 40 ART PRODUCTION (Drawing, Painting, Graphics): Dame Allie of the Skillet Nation Sir Dove Knight of Rusbeltia MR JAG CONTENT PRODUCTION (Microfiction etc.) Runksmash: Onboard the pirate vessel Jeffy’s B’s Folly, Basil looks at the sea, watching for threats. The intercom goes off “Captain, we’ve got her.” Rayna’s voice says triumphantly. Basil watches as the dive suit clad hero and robot board his apocalypse yacht. note: sent in article on 2 phases of water The Sentinel: Its 1984 in Orange County California. Basil, excited to have completed his first day of college decides to treat himself to a night out. It was a stressful week, moving away from home is never easy, but now freedom is all he can see through the windshield of his AMC Pacer. Who would he become? A super famous news anchor? A leading critic of the new Macintosh computers? A hulking bodybuilder? “Why not all three?” He thought to himself. Just then a beacon of neon lights caught his eye through the rainy night. “Whoa bro,” He said to his Pacer, who rattled back disapprovingly of his selection. “This is the place.” He went inside, his senses overcome by the magnificence of the establishment. A cheerful young lady greeted him from behind a counter. “Welcome to the House of Skatin’!”