An “anti-wrinkle” vibrator cause a plane to be evacuated at the Sunport yesterday.
NPR's newest documentary Noteworthy follows musician Miguel in-depth to learn about his creative process and influences.
Soooo, gonorrhea is nearly untreatable now.
An invisible epidemic has been sweeping across the nation affecting kids.
Do you love the '70s?
Tired of Earth and all the shit we have to deal with? Well, pack your bags, because it looks like you have an option to leave.
If you wanna be the new CEO of Abercrombie (apparently they’re still a store) you can be! Because that one guy quit. Or resigned. Or whatever the “cool kids” do.
A local high school creative writing teacher resigned after controversy surrounding a student's story about Jesus handing out pot. (Why wasn’t she our high school creative writing teacher?!)
And who hasn’t demanded a plane be taxied back to its terminal when flight snacks are served inadequately?
This woman dressed as the Abominable Snowman, and her poodle, Lizard, understand the true meaning of Christmas/life.
Any time we’ve asked for a bite of someone’s brownie, it was NEVER laced with pot. Thanks for nothing!
In other more duh-ish news, a scientist thinks laughing gas is a great way to treat depression! Tell my uptight dentist that. He’s stingy with that shit.
And if you have a genius cat, it’s possible she was once an “Egyptian princess” who was “used to being treated like a deity”
The old colonel has invented a new game whereby one takes hold of some loops in the ears of a small wooden elephant and gives chase by flying in a sine wave, rising and falling, rising and falling…
I am on a guided nature hike with a small group. Nature has been enhanced with some colored lights under the stream. In flying mode, I hover above the stream and spiral up and down the banks, all the while watching as the lights swirl. Finally, tiny lights like fireflies flutter down creating a fake gentle rain.
Our yard is now connected with my brother-in-law, J's, yard. His black dog runs into our yard. J looks out the window as he plays boogie woogie piano. He now has a trimmed gray beard. I motion to him that I would like to jam. He motions back by wiggling his hand —maybe later. Later we see his new fireplace. It consumes an entire wall and the smoldering logs are stacked to the ceiling. I describe my Disneyland experience to a short Asian woman. I tell her that I did try the weightlessness ride and that I got to fly. I tell her that it felt like I expected it would.
I can fly. I am flying over Sandia Crest, looping and diving and swooping through the canyons. I am following a flying boy. I was supposed to get some pictures of him but I forgot the camera.
I am running east down Arizona street. I discover I am able to fly just above the ground. I can stop by turning sideways. I walk back up to take another run.