What my dad wrote ten years ago about our family’s connection to NYFD.
“So where should you go if you want to avoid pricey weather catastrophes? Oddly enough, Alaska or Hawaii.”
The Monsters of Grok. I want the Niels Bohr shirt.
“Why are the shows I watched at eight or nine unwatchable now, but the books I read at the same age still enjoyable?”
“When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
See a hockey game and get a tattoo, only on Long Island.
“Faux privatization” doesn’t do any good.
Why some hopeless candidates manage to get traction with the media.
Add hotel safes that aren’t safe to the list of things you need to worry about that you hadn’t known you needed to worry about.
How many kids could a sperm donor have? Quite a few, it turns out.
There are more paintball injuries than you might think.
A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker or San Francisco nudist can have.
More car sharing leads to less car ownership. Not too surprising, really.
Die, copyright troll, die!
There are certain advantages to being a complete whackjob.
The boom boom room is back.
Dear America: Rick Perry is stark raving nuts and will drive the country into a ditch if you give him a chance. Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Love, every non-crazy person in Texas.
Quite a few Star Trek gadgets exist today in some form. Still waiting on warp drive and transporters, unfortunately.