The Rocket Racing League® is an aerospace sports and entertainment organization that combines the competition of racing with the excitement of rocketry. The RRL was established by X-Prize founder Peter Diamandis and two-time Indianapolis 500 champion team partner Granger Whitelaw to advance the technology and increase public awareness of space travel. The NASCAR-style racing league features rocket-powered aircraft that will be flown by top pilots through a 'three-dimensional track way' at venues throughout the world. With millions of fans who enjoy racing and air shows, and an even wider audience enthralled with humanity's next step into space, rocket racing is destined to become the future of racing!

There are six teams already. If I were a test pilot, I would apply today. Head to Flight Global for an exclusive interview with Granger Whitelaw, CEO of Rocket Racing, explaining what the whole thing is about. If you are going to be at the show, go on Friday or Saturday, when they will fly it again. [Rocket Racing League and Flight Global]

1. Take a wire clothes hanger. Unbend it (you may need to ask a burly friend to do this—how about that nice male nurse who brings you your special magic pills each evening?) until it is almost straight.

2. Wind some nice soft fabric or ribbon around the wire. You may find the ties on your special white jacket that fastens at the back useful here. Congratulations! The tail is now finished.

3. Attach a camera to the end of it. Perhaps the one in the corner of your special padded bedroom will do—yes, that's right, the one with the small red winking eye that is always telling you, in that secret, blinky language that only you and it understand, that WOMEN ARE THE CEREMONIAL TOBY JUGS THAT SATAN'S HOUSEKEEPER KEEPS ON THE FRENCH DRESSER IN HIS KITCHENETTE AND THEY MUST BE DESTROYED. ALL OF THEM.

4. Hurrah! Now you're ready to use it.

5. Using the other end of the wire, pick the special lock of your special bedroom door. That's right. Down the corridor you go, using it to check round the corners that none of your special burly friends are lying in wait for you.

6. Once out of the special compound, make for the train station. This may be difficult as your special slippers with the ball and chain round them will hamper your movements. Don't worry, slow and steady wins the race every time.

7. Keep your eyes out for a lay-dee/ceremonial toby jug of Satan or whatever you prefer to call them. Once you have located one, say nothing.

8. Hide behind her and, slowly, quietly, put the end of the tail with the camera attached up her skirt. Not too far up, mind you, or nothing will be in focus.

9. Howl like a banshee as you realise there is no way you're going to see the secret, hidden part of Satan's toby jugs, as you left your UMPC behind.

10. When they come for you, do not resist. It is futile—not to mention painful.

11. When the nice burly man has returned you to your room, and given you your special pills, you can start making the tail cam All. Over. Again. [Angel Kitty via Shiny Shiny]

Do you ever worry that you have been overworking your cellphone? Yes, thought so. And since we're not allowed to send them away on holiday (just think of the chaos an unaccompanied cellphone would provoke on a plane, I'm seeing the movie posters already, dang) then perhaps the least we can do is buy them a bed that they can rest their weary antennae on.

This cellphone bed from Fred Flare is a snip at just $9.99. It comes with a pair of slippers that you can use as a screen cleaner, but the bad news is that it has sold out. Shame. I was going to buy one for every single one of my little gadgets—iPod, memory stick, electric toothbrush—and I was going to line them up and then, just like Snow White, I was going to give them all a good-night kiss before lights-out. And then the nice orderly with the rough bedside manner was going to give me my shots, loosen my straitjacket and lock me in for the night. – Ad Dugdale

Product Page [FredFlare via Crave]

I'm off. Leaving. So, tatty-bye. Working for Gizmodo has been fun, but I have a higher calling, thanks to the discovery of this Conference Bike, invented by Eric Staller in 1991. The 15 mph behemoth only cost me $10,000 and I am going to travel to Guyana on a mission to save the indigenous orange-breasted marmoset from the nation's cooking pots. I have enlisted the help of Charlie, Jason, Brian, Travis, Jesus and Adam to help me pedal the Save The Orange-Breasted Marmoset Campaign to certain success.

UPDATE: They now say they're not coming with me. And seeing as I can't pedal this ridiculous piece of weirdosity by myself (Apparently I need a driver's license to operate it, and the cops took that away from me last year after I tried to run down my fifth husband with the lawn mower) I'll think I'll stay here, if that's all right with you. – Ad Dugdale

Product Page [Conference Bike via Daily Mail]