Radio hats, a race to the patent office, and one unbelievably cool sixteen year-old.
I'm pretty sure this is not canon.
If you've ever been (or known) a chronic hiccuper, you have peeked into the depths of hiccup cures.
When just holding two cans on your hat isn't enough.
Who would spend their own money to ruin a kid's patent?
I've been reading about Diogenes the Cynic lately.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Always the Hiddleston, never the Hemsworth.
I've never watched the New Year's ball drop, not even when I lived in New York City.
I thought it would be nice to do something Thanksgivingy for Thanksgiving. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, so I just started my search with the word "turkey." I figured I'd get some bonkers frying apparatus and that would be that. Friends, I underestimated how deep the turkeyhole goes. There are so many … Continue reading Getting Gobblers