As soon as the weather turns vaguely spring-y, I want to wear nothing but huge sunglasses and bright floral prints. These 10 floral dresses totally fit the bill. Click on the gallery to check ‘em out!
I’ve recently become obsessed with the idea of learning how to read palms. I’m not sure I even believe in it, but I think it would be the best party trick ever. “Oh my, you have an unusually long life line” = the perfect antidote to awkward pauses and boring conversations. This cute little palm reading book should give me a nice overview for my new hobby, and for less than five bucks? Totally worth it. [$4.95, Powell’s]
OK, I’ve put it off long enough. I haven’t seen my floor mats in months and the backseat is starting to look like the Death Star’s garbage compactor. I wouldn’t actually be that surprised if a giant cephalopod was living back there. If I ever gave Luke Skywalker a ride home from Jedi training he would probably kick around the piles of gym clothes and Starbucks cups and then say, “There’s something alive in here.” Damn. Maybe I should watch “Star Wars” instead of cleaning my car. No. Must focus. Keep reading »
A couple years ago my brother showed me a picture of an Asian giant hornet, and I thought he had Photoshopped it for the sole purpose of ruining my life, because if I was in one of those horror movies where a psychotic sadist made all my biggest fears come true, the grand finale would just be putting me in a room with a really big bee. So I was horrified this morning when I came across a story about a Japanese vodka that’s made out of fermented giant hornets. Seriously: you drown a bunch of hornets in vodka and let the resulting stew ferment for three years. That’s the recipe. Apparently the drink smells like rotting flesh and has a “salty aftertaste that comes from the wasp’s poison.” I need a drink–made with non-hornet vodka–to recover from this story. [Oddity Central]