Sup frylock? What’s crackalackin? Don’t even think about not saying hi. It turns out that we’ve got to practise complicated handshakes and learn all sorts of fake street stuff, because Businessweek has found out about “Brogrammers”, who apparently “bring frat-house ethos to engineers’ geeky coding world”. 

It tells of Danilo Stern-Sapad, who “writes code for a living, but don’t call him a geek. He wears sunglasses and blasts 2Pac while programming. He enjoys playing Battle Shots – like the board game Battleship with liquor – at the office.” 

You’d might want to give him a wide berth, but apparently he’s very much demanded by idiots with money. 

“We got invited to a party in Malibu where there were naked women in the hot tub,” he told the magazine, bless him. “We’re the cool programmers.” Uncurl your toes: now that the press have decided that bankers are undeserving of admiration, we need a new group of arrogant, overpaid young people to hate, and it might as well be you. 

Repeat these suggested goodbyes after us: Hold the fort down, will ya? Bye-sexual! Adidas amigo!

But just to show that we’re not anti-geek, big up from the Backbytes massive to Nintendisco, “a brand new monthly free entry retro gaming night at Vibe Bar, Brick Lane, London”.

We missed the last one because we were chilling with our bros in the hot tub, but they’re going to do the event monthly, it’s free, and there’s 8-bit games to play that go bleep and a DJ who plays music inspired by game themes.

The chance to pop down to hipster Shoreditch to play Donkey Kong at the second event will either fill you with horror or delight. We incline towards the latter.

News that the space programme has been scaled down is not a great surprise – but we didn’t realise how far until last week, when Nasa reported that it had successfully completed the construction of the International Space Station – out of Lego. More precisely, Japanese astronaut Satoshi Furukawa has made a copy of the ISS, while on the ISS, presumably using the box of toys that they keep in the corner for when the neighbours show up unannounced. 

There are pictures of him posing with the completed space station on Collectspace. Disappointingly, he hasn’t stuck any of those cute little Lego spacemen to the outside, or had a bit of fun by attaching a giant death ray and pretending to incinerate tiny Lego Kazakhstanis. In space Lego has to be built inside a plastic bubble to stop bits floating off and accidentally banging into the button that hatches the alien eggs in the freezer.

Contrary to popular belief, we don’t make this stuff up. We just write it down. 

In Italy “researchers may have solved the problem of radio congestion by cleverly twisting radio waves into the shape of fusilli pasta,” reports Science Daily, quoting the wonderfully named Dr Fabrizio Tamburini from the University of Padova. 

Our first instinct was to congratulate the spoofers, but it appears to be genuine. They tested it in Venice, of course, sending a test message which reads: “This great Fiat will help mobile phone Roman. It’s a pizza history.” That last bit might not be true.

In the exploding world of social networking science, we bring one of the more remarkable results we’ve seen recently: scientists at the University of Roch­ester who have been analysing heavy Twitter users have, without using GPS or any profile information, been able to locate them to within one city block with 90 per cent accuracy, using only information in the tweets and from friends. Similarly, using your location and your tweets, they can work out who your friends are with the same accuracy. This is great news for tweeters who want their privacy invaded by marketers, for example.