Luke Jerram is an artist who makes glass sculptures of diseases (that’s HIV there) to shed some light on the fact that most diseases , despite what you may have seen in textbooks, are actually clear and not the psychedelic tendrilled blobs of death you previously thought. Yeah? Well I never thought that! (They’re not little wizards that live inside you?) These transparent glass sculptures were created to contemplate the global impact of each disease and to consider how the artificial colouring of scientific imagery affects our understanding of phenomena. Jerram is exploring the tension between the artworks’ beauty and what they represent, their impact on humanity. The question of pseudo-colouring in biomedicine and its use for science communicative purposes, is a vast and complex subject. If some images are coloured for scientific purposes, and others altered simply for aesthetic reasons, how can a viewer tell the difference? How many people believe viruses are brightly coloured? Are there any colour conventions and what kind of ‘presence’ do pseudocoloured images have that ‘naturally’ coloured specimens don’t? Interesting thought, Luke, I suggest we stage an anti-pseudocoloring protest. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all the catchy slogans. “WE DON’T WANT VIRUSES, WE WANT PIRATE-SES!” Well, what do you think? Yeah, I forgot what we were protesting. Hit the jump for several more viruses (see filename for which virus) along with a video of the HIV being made. And you thought it was monkeys!

2 Love My Lips is $16 lip gloss that comes with test strips to determine if your drink has been roofied with drugs like GHB or Ketamine. It’s a smart idea and I urge everyone to keep a close eye on their beverages at all times (and not just because I’ll ninja-drink that shit , but I 100% will). “If a drink tastes funny, or you are suspicious something is amiss simply dab the ends of the taper in your drink and if they turn blue tell your friends immediately and get help from Security and the Police.” Seriously, roofies are no laughing matter and if you suspect your drink’s been spiked I want you to ask me to chug it. BECAUSE I WOULD DO THAT FOR YOU. Knight in shining armor? No, I’m trying to forget that bad . Drug Detecting Lip Gloss Sniffs Out Roofies [gizmodo]

You know how all those high-voltage capacitors have warning signs that tell you not to sit on them or play around them but you do anyways because you’re an ultra-L337 badass from the planet Choke-slam? Well this is a video demonstration of what can happen if a drunk electrical worker accidentally left some of the wires exposed and you sat on them. Except, in this demo they use a watermelon instead of your buttocks. The same thing would happen to your ass though, trust me. You see these? *knock knock knock* Wooden cheeks. I’m just like George Washington! Except way handsomer and a better leader. So, This Is What Those High Voltage Danger Signs Mean [gizmodo] Thanks to Harrison, who actually taught ‘ol George how to make love like an eagle falling out of the sky .

No that isn’t me. That is a sad gamer . You see, a recent study found that gamers are more likely to be depressed than non-gamers. Shocking, I know. The average gamer is 35, overweight, and more likely to be depressed, says a new study conducted by researchers at the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. The study, which was carried out in the Seattle-Tacoma area, found that gamers reported “lower extraversion, consistent with research on adolescents that linked video-game playing to a sedentary lifestyle and overweight status, and to mental-health concerns.” Oh yeah? Well I’m only 28, overweight and depressed. Put that in your study and smoke it like a bong (BLUBLBLUBLBLUBLBLUBLUB)! This just in: a study recently conducted by yours truly found that bloggers are more likely to be animals in the sack. I AM LIKE A BADGER IN A PILLOW CASE! Study: Games are depressing…or are they? [yahoo] Thanks to Matt, who is like a giraffe in a potato sack.

I swear, these public service announcements are getting a little out of hand . That said, here’s the latest: PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Reading Geekologie makes you more attractive to the opposite sex. Also, the same sex. Every time you tell a friend about Geekologie a baby unicorn gets its horn and stabs the devil IN HIS CROTCH. Help poke holes in the devil’s nads by telling as many people as possible about this great website. Thank you and have a Thirsty Thursday. Extreme Anti-Smoking Ad [collegehumor] Thanks to Rodger, steve and Dallas, who smoke rocks. Igneous is their favorite.

I swear, these public service announcements are getting a little out of hand . That said, here’s the latest: PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Reading Geekologie makes you more attractive to the opposite sex. Also, the same sex. Every time you tell a friend about Geekologie a baby unicorn gets its horn and stabs the devil IN HIS CROTCH. Help poke holes in the devil’s nads by telling as many people as possible about this great website. Thank you and have a Thirsty Thursday. Extreme Anti-Smoking Ad [collegehumor] Thanks to Rodger, steve and Dallas, who smoke rocks. Igneous is their favorite.

The Boneless Belt is a Japanese weight loss product that’s supposed to help you shed the pounds . From the look of things, I’m gonna guess it’s far less effective than exercise or tying a dry cleaning bag over your head. But hey, different strokes for different folks gullible idiots. In effect, the structure of the rubber belt is a large mesh grid that splits the dieter’s belly, side and back fat into easily manageable blobs. This allows for increased metabolic consumption of calories and raises the propensity for increased blood flow values. More blood flow = more heat = more burning of fat. Wow, that was really convincing. And by really convincing I mean I want to pop that shit like a sheet of bubble wrap! *SNAP POP BANG* Boneless Belt Separates Your Fat Into Small Segments, Shames You [gizmodo]

Looking for a way out but second guessing your decision to dive into a volcano or shark tank ? Enter the Electric Bath Duck, a suicide assistance device that allegedly works better than a toaster. But listen — I don’t want any of you killing yourselves , you hear me? Because then who would read the words I type? Nobody, that’s who. My family doesn’t even read my diary anymore and I leave it open on the coffee table. No, I NEED YOU. If you are having suicidal thoughts, seek help. And remember folks, I’m here for you. God may have spited me downstairs, but I do have big ears. Hit the jump for a shot of the back.

Fitness First is a gym in the Netherlands that installed this advertisement at a local bus stop. It has a scale attached to the seat so when you sit on it (with legs hanging ) it shows your weight. It’s supposed to make you think about your health and joining the gym. But all it made me think about was how long it takes to cook a 68kg turkey. Fat Shaming at the Bus Stop [current] Thanks to Jonathan, who once hid lead weights in his pumpkin to win the heaviest pumpkin contest at the county fair.

This is a Saturday Night Live skit from like 1995, so it’s old as all hell, I know that. But I think it’s important to note how much more seriously people used to take the robot threat than they do now . What’s going on? Ya best protect ya neck! And now, thanks to Old Glory Insurance, geriatrics can be attacked by killer robots worry-free of the financial burden often caused by such maulings. Unfortunately, you’re on your own if you’re under 50, so I recommend doing what I did and wearing a fake mustache. I say, how about that ‘64 World’s Fair? First trip Gertie and I ever took to the Big Apple. I remember she flashed her tits to the butter sculptor. Good times. I’ll take $1 million policy, please. Old Glory [hulu] Thanks to Stephanie, who may or may not have taken policies out on the old folks who live next door and then reprogrammed their Roomba.