Google finances moon car
Google is offering $30 million to the first person who whacks Bill Gates. OK, that’s not true. In a slightly less outlandish report, which to the best of my knowledge isn’t made up, Google is offering $30 million towards the creation of a moon rover. Quite what Google can do with this technology is beyond me, but then I’m not in charge of what’s rapidly becoming the most important company on earth.I can only guess they’d like to map the moon just in case someone decides to colonize it and build a new civilization, but perhaps they’ve already beaten me to the punch and set up an office somewhere off the coast of the Sea of Tranquility.
Aussie reporter braves ant onslaught
Being an Australian technology reporter must be so hazardous as to require danger pay. How else can you explain this reporter being attacked by vicious flesh-eating ants in his attempt to write an article about digital photography? In addition to getting kicked in the breadbasket by wallabies, your baby stolen by dingoes and your hair seriously messed up by a koala, Australian reporters also have to cope with a pack of vicious black bull ants. It should be noted that the reporter in question is recovering nicely and wrote a rather nice, if lengthy, article about the amount of storage devoted to the humble digital pic.
Insider apologizes for this portrayal of Australians as bushwhacking ant-wranglers and invites his fellow journalists in Oz to regale us of tales of the unfortunate incident involving Insider, a jar of pickles and beaver mating season in the Okanagan.
Internet dead ends catalogued
If you’ve hit the 404, you’re probably lost. This sentence may resonate a lot more for Torontonians than any of Insider’s other Canadian readers (if you’ve been stuck on it, you’ll know what I mean), but we’ve all come across that pesky number online. It means, “Sorry, pal, but the Internet just don’t go this way.” It can be particularly frustrating when you finally find the page you’re looking for on a Google search only to discover that the darn thing just doesn’t exist anymore. “404, my ass!” you’ll say to yourself. “I’m going to find that picture of Steve Jobs in a thong if it kills me.” (And if you do, it just might.) Here’s a collection of groovy 404 error pages.