Est. 2026  ·  Vol. I  ·  The Daily Grievance
Grump News
"The worst thing that happened to me today that you NEED to know about. And some other news stuff."
Sunday, August 2, 2026 No. 046  ·  Price: Your Time
Morning Edition
❖   The Gripe   ❖
A Personal Affront, Reported Faithfully
My daughter did one of those ancestry tests on me and said I am mostly what we thought. Now researchers at Berkeley say there are two more populations in me that nobody can put a name to. One lived in Africa and mixed with us more than fifty thousand years ago, leaving about one percent behind. The other is getting on for two million years old and arrived sideways, through the Denisovans, another extinct branch. Neither left a fossil anyone has matched. I am the one percent nobody cares about.
❖   The Damage Report   ❖
Today's News, Ranked By How Much It Ruined My Mood
🔥 Most Enraging
The head of OpenAI posted on Friday that parents could connect up the family calendars, tell the software what their children are interested in, and have it produce a podcast for the drive to school every morning, covering one child's soccer game and another child's birthday. A man who makes cartoons replied asking what if you just talked to your children. That reply has been shared about nine thousand times. The original has been shared about three hundred times. The internet occasionally gets one right.
😩 Most Exhausting
Researchers went through the five main global temperature records, stripped out El Nino and volcanoes and the solar cycle, and found the underlying warming now runs at about a third of a degree per decade. It used to be a bit under two tenths. They did not work out the cause, only that the change is real. One of them says that at this rate the one and a half degree limit from the Paris agreement goes before 2030. That is four years away. I have shoes older than that.
😤 Unreasonably Annoying
Researchers at McMaster in Canada found that statins interfere with how muscle cells make energy, which sets off an immune reaction inside the muscle itself, and that reaction is what does the damage. In the lab they calmed the immune reaction down, the aching largely stopped, and the cholesterol benefit carried on regardless. So the aching and the cholesterol benefit run on separate tracks, and always did. I have been apologizing to a pharmacist about my legs for eleven years.
🤷 Somehow Also Happening
A sperm whale's head is full of oil and wax and air, which means it floats, which is a problem when the whale wants to nap underwater. Researchers watching whales off Norway worked out that they let bubbles out of the blowhole to stay down, about eleven puffs for a nap near the surface and only three or four for one taken after a deep dive. They sleep ten or fifteen minutes at a time, nose up. The whale has a system. I have a chair.
❖   And Some Other Stuff   ❖
Briefly, And With Limited Enthusiasm
Leaving the water in nearly doubled a battery's charge — Everyone making this kind of sodium battery dries the material out first, because water in a battery is supposed to be a mistake. A researcher at Surrey left the water in, and the cell held nearly twice the charge and kept working past four hundred cycles. He said the result was completely unexpected. Run in seawater, the same cell started pulling the salt out as it went, which nobody had asked for. The improvement was hiding in the one ingredient everyone else had been removing.
A nine dollar key physically locks the apps you cannot stop opening — Somebody has made a small key that you tap against your phone to unlock the apps you have asked it to block, and the entire point is that you can leave the key in another room. Sixty minutes of access per tap, then everything locks again. The companion app keeps count of how often you go and fetch it, and passes comment. We have built a machine so good at holding our attention that the cure is an object kept upstairs.
Curiosity found a field of honeycomb cracks stretching across a Martian valley — The rover came into a valley on Mars and found the ground cracked into little polygons an inch or two across, running off in every direction, the biggest field of them it has met in fourteen years of driving. They may be dried mud, or ground heated and cooled until it split. The mission team said the sea of polygons took their breath away. Fourteen years of looking at rocks, and a pattern in the dirt can still stop them dead.
Larry sends his regards. He doesn't have any.
— The Grump  ·  (and Larry)
Built in a kitchen. Edited under duress.

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