I'd be far more impressed with 4 users in 200 million years.

Have we finally found out where in the world/time/on earth is Carmen Sandiego?

X-Book Live anyone?

The social sphere has been the key to ensuring gaming has kept/out pace(d) other media, and with the rate other sites are integrating social media, entangling books with the rest of the digital web sounds like the next step for the medium.

The sole convinence of eBooks is that fact that my cellular device is capable of recalling them in mere seconds and can be easily stowed, which make reading in the elevator/doing vague leasure activity/driving at high speeds a lot more convinent. Actually doing something else with these bits of code sounds fine by me.

Pinewood derby physics anyone? Boyscouts have known this for years. Pinewood Derby is mostly a matter of reducing friction rolling down the track. The camber of the tires reduces the contact with the track and thus friction. For that matter, angling one of your axles so that one tire doesn't quite make contact with the track is another. So, just replace all your tires with roadbike tires and watch the blow outs and gas mileage savings pile up.

First off, brain gets removed and stuck in a freezer in whatever cryosafe way you got. And not those rip-off "freeze you forever places" that break down every few years and have a thaw. No, the freezer in my grandmothers garage that has been running since it was installed in 1947.

The rest of the head, with all the fleshy bits, gets stuck in an antbed for a few days so they can pick it clean, return it to the soil and what not. My skull then is given to my ex-girlfriend, who deserves a haunting reminder of me for the rest of her life.

The rest of my body is to be hurled into the fires of Mount Doom, or the nearest actively volcanic equivilant, in a crucible and melted/incinerateed into carbon slag.

Fuse the remainder into a 12-foot tall solid diamond statue in my likeness that is very specifically faucted, so that when it is placed at the place of my death, every year on the moment of my birth, the sunlight is reflected through the statue, refocused through a series of lenses and fauctets built into it, and beamed out of the eyes of the statue, ala Man with the Golden Gun, as pure sun-laser, incinerating any loyal follower/deserved-to-be-executed denzien of The Great Republic of Freedonia.

Also a fund will be established to provide a security firm that will hunt down and manually dismantle any car that features an adhesive decal in my "memory". Seriously, if you're going to pay tribute to someone, a sticker on your current vehicle doesn't say much.

If we can manipulate microbes to produce hydrogen in record amounts, can we manipulate some that take IN CO2 in impacting amounts as well?