Life advice: Don't drunkenly text a picture like this to your neighbor with some slightly-misspelled version of "I made a bedsheet tent, are you still awake?" unless you love opening big, awkward cans of worms. In other news: I'm thinking about installing a breathalyzer on my phone.
Even though my complete lack of self-control dictates that any museum trip I go on in Amsterdam be "sponsored" by legal marijuana (which would make The The Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments (MMTI) infinitely more terrifying) I'm still excited to visit.
Construction of the 250,000 square foot Mansfield Reformatory began in 1886. Though it held the world's largest free-standing steel cell block, Mansfield more closely resembles a mansion than a prison, which was very intentional; the goal was to create hope and progress in the young prisoners and encourage their "rebirth." The prison opened it's doors to the first 150 yo
Remember when we used to make fun of Canadians? We'd laugh and laugh about how silly it was to live in the tundra, and how they had funny accents and rode caribou and stuff. Then they got universal health care, and we all sort of shut up. Well, they also have a Star Trek Museum in a town called Vulcan. We're looking dumber by the day.
Best Buy's 2013 Super Bowl Commercial with Amy Poehler did something amazing -- it made us love her even more.
There's something about the early 60s, man -- we love midcentury babes. On this day 1960, this one became a champion.
Nicknames are so useful! For one, they are shorter than full names and take a lot less time to say. Plus, if you hate your given name, you can pretty much make up any BS name you want, and call it a "nickname." My favorite use for nicknames by far, though, is dating.
Every spring, I get the big idea that I'm going to start bicycling to work. Sometimes I even do it for a week, and pretend that it's the best thing I've ever done in my life, and that everything has changed forever. On the first day that it rains/is too hot/I don't feel like it leave me alone, that plan goes out the window. All that is about to change, once one of you sends this to me in the mail. COUGH IT UP cheapskate, I'm the one bringing you all the babes every day.
If you've ever wanted to hull up in a bar and hibernate, what better place to do it than inside of an actual cave?
Every time I got sick as a kid, my mother would call me 'Typhoid Mary.' That was before the internet was a thing, and so I always assumed she was having a bout of amnesia. When I was older, though, I learned that Mary was very real, typhoid was very scary, and this abandoned island hospital in the middle of NYC was where they kept people who had it.
When I got on Facebook way back in 2004, it was a network created specifically for college students. In order to join, you had to have a college email address. We all migrated over from Myspace and Friendster and left "testimonials" on each other's walls, because we had no idea what we were supposed to do. Today, Facebook is getting really creepy, and so last night I decided to start making some edits.
I tend to have a pretty short attention span at history museums, unless they are one of two thing: interactive, or disturbing. The Mütter Museum, a museum of medical history, is definitely the latter, and so it's thankfully not the former. You would not want to interact with the kind of twisted things they've got on display, but they sure are fun to look at.
