Who's up for losing whatever residual faith they have in humanity? Great! Off to NASA's Google+ page, then.

We sent a robot to another planet and it took a picture of a comet. Naturally, this is cause for arguing about politics. And so much more! One of the comments:
Never except the masters tricks, people.
Of course it all goes on to discuss the President. In a post. About a robot. On Mars. Can the sane, civil people have their own internet now? We promise to be nice.
NEVERMIND So that guy who said he'd solved the mystery of Jack the Ripper? Add him to all the others who turned out to be mistaken. So says the Independent, anyway.
Turns out the DNA evidence isn't as tight as it seems, and the match to the blood on the victim's shawl could be many people. INCLUDING THE ROYAL FAMILY! In case you're still hanging on the idea of some syphlitic royal working out issues with the Masons, or something.
MUSIC Scariest film scores. Can music inherently frightening, or is it all context? "Rite of Spring" is rather terrifying, I think. Psycho? Well, if you scored it for flutes and slowed it down a bit, and you had no idea it was supposed to accompany shower stabbing but called it Bad Day at the Skating Rink, it wouldn't be scary. The author cites the "Alien" score, which works in strange ways. The opening theme, for example. It's sufficiently unnerving to fill you with dread before the first letter in ALIEN appears. You go into the movie knowing it's going to be frightening, so you're reading anticipatory dread into the sounds, but it's so remote and cold it takes you right into the place where no one can hear you scream. It's the sound of being a billion miles away.
Speaking of Alien: There's a new game out, and people are surprise to find it doesn't adhere to the standards of previous Alien games. In other words, it's pretty good. It'll be interesting to see how both sides of the #gamergate controversy deal with the main character: Ripley's daughter. No, not Newt, whose strange line readings we have mostly accepted. Mostly.