NASA scientists have found plenty of water on Mars, but now argue it may never have flowed in rivers or oceans like some have speculated. Read the full story.

An e-mail claiming to be raising money to save a kid dying of brain cancer claims you don't have a heart if you delete the message (no doubt it will have been stolen by a rampaging band of kidney thieves looking to branch out into new markets). Updated with a mutated version in December 2002.

When I was a kid, I told an outrageous lie: that my grade school principal was going to pay me .25 cents for each piece of garbage I picked up at the school. My parents immediately saw it for the fiction that it was.

Unfortunately, people on the net aren't quite so observant when it comes to heart-pulling e-mail scams such as this one, which promises that AOL will donate 5 cents for every email forwarded to treat an infant with brain cancer.

When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about trains. Specifically HO-scale model trains, the kind that the truly talented can use to create massively-detailed miniature worlds, and which I used as a mode of transportation for my G.I. Joe guys (not to mention as a timely plot device for rescuing Scarlett from danger … unfortunately her fellow Joes were not always successful…)

I had a nice-sized set that I set-up every year under the Christmas tree, but during the other 11 months of the year I spent time doodling layouts, reading Model Railroader Magazine in my grade school library, and drooling over the layouts in my friend Jeff’s basement, where his father had built not one, not two, but three HO-gauge set-ups.

I've noticed a few changes in myself since Sue got pregnant which my wife ascribes to a combination of surging testosterone and nesting instinct. I've found myself with a growing desire for an honest-to-God work bench, an admiration of power tools, and a hankering to watching professional football.

As a result, I went out and bought myself some sawhorses to build my workbench, picked up some ever-useful C-clamps for, well, clamping stuff, and organized my basement in such a way that I now know where most of my tools are. And on Sunday, I even watched an entire Giants game ... and was disappointed that I only got to watch the first quarter of the Eagles vs. the Seahawks.