Gather ye round the fire for another yuletide reading of the Pumblechook & Figg holiday gift catalog!
It's as if they were fighting a real war with the same selfless abandon with which you'd fight in a video game.
There's a subgenre of a subgenre of fiction devoted entirely to Christmas. And it's mostly about ladies who want rough sex from the Krampus.
My name is Rafi Sela, and I was the head of security for the world's safest airport. Here's what your country does wrong.
These people who looked at a perfectly good automobile and/or piece of furniture and said, 'What if I stuck six engines and a pair of wings on that son of a bitch?'
How do movies from the past set in 2013 stack up against the world today?
Sometimes our best intentions seem indistinguishable from taunting the poor bastards in their darkest hour.
Writing about being poor has gotten popular lately. But what's missing is a rich person telling us what it's like to be poor.
Most people have probably had a shitty, disposable job at one point. Maybe you're in one now, reading this on your phone in a futile attempt to escape reality (IT GETS BETTER).
I have no idea what your family likes, but I know what they hate, because no one likes this shit.
Before you put a down payment on that Colt .45 and head to the spy store for a sack full of hidden cameras, you'd better read this.
Some people sit around and daydream about becoming a surgeon or a member of the special forces. Others go out and do something about it.
Whatever work you put in to fighting a ticket pales in comparison to the crazy lengths some people have gone to not have to pay for a traffic violation.
You don't necessarily have to earn a fancy degree and apply for expedition funding in order to get your apocalyptic-bone on.