Last fall I bought a car that runs on the thunderbolts of Zeus. The fiery plasma at the core of a star is (roughly) the same thing that gets me to Starbucks and lets me stream Pandora while I wait…
You would think this is a SOPA protest, a day late. But no, this is what several rooms of our house looked like last night. Which would be fine, being nighttime and all, except I was flicking the light switch…
Zap! That’s the sound of something in my brain short-circuiting when I saw my December electric bill. $540! That’s not a bill, it’s a shiv in the ribs while someone pins your arms and empties your pockets. We just…