If you’re the type who finds joy in getting in on the ugly sweater game come mid-December, listen up: a company called Digital Dudz has just taken your humble holiday activity to the next level, and now anything is possible. Each sweater features a pocket-like window in the stomach area for your smartphone, so all you have to do is download the corresponding app, stick it in the pocket, and head off to give Grandma the biggest surprise of her life. Or at least of the 2013 holiday season. You don’t know what Grandma saw sixty years ago. Nobody does. [Fashionista]
A few months ago at my parents’ house I was rifling through a drawer full of tokens of my adolescence (read: a bunch of old stuff my mom has failed to throw away) and happened to discover a mood ring. It was in the shape of a dolphin and I was beside myself with glee. “I’m totally bringing mood rings back,” I declared, to myself, but my style resurgence was short-lived: I got a rash, obviously, which is what always happens to me. (“Is that scabies?,” my boyfriend asked me in alarm last week as I stretched my bare legs across his bed. Nope, I had just shaved that morning, that’s all.) Keep reading »
You’ll never hear me offer up much praise for Dr. Phil, but his wife, Robin McGraw, is owed some props. Her foundation, When Georgia Smiled, has released a free app for smartphones called ASPIRE News that seeks to aid women who are in abusive relationships. ASPIRE News is, on the surface, just your standard news reader, offering “summaries of top stories in world, sports, and entertainment news” — but the app also has a help section, filled with resources for victims of domestic violence, like phone numbers for shelters and help lines. Additionally, the app can be set up to secretly alert the user’s “trusted contacts” that they’re in an emergency situation, simply by tapping the top of the screen three times. Because the app looks and operates just like your standard news reader, it won’t draw the attention of abusers who closely monitor their victims’ every move.
ASPIRE News makes clear that it’s not a replacement for emergency services, and that 911 should still be called if necessary, but for DV victims that don’t want or aren’t yet ready to call authorities, the app’s ability to alert a trusted love one that they need help could be a lifesaver. [iTunes via When Georgia Smiled]
It’s 3:30. The afternoon is draaaaagggggiiinnnggg. Your coworker won’t stop clearing his throat. If you look at one more spreadsheet, your eyes will fall out of your head. There’s a bar down the street with 2-for-1 Coronas calling your name, but you need a rock solid excuse for cutting out early. That’s where the “Happy Hour Virus” comes in. Just go to the Happy Hour Virus website, choose a type of broken computer screen to simulate (choices include “kernel panic,” “broken monitor,” and “blue screen of death”), and voila: your computer will instantly “break,” allowing you to throw your hands up in exasperation, pack up you stuff, and head to happy hour. When you come back to work the next day, just hit the escape key to “fix” your computer and resume working — at least, until the next happy hour. [On The Media]
Don’t let your amazing Instagram photos languish on your tiny cell phone screen. Turn them into awesome things like magnets, cell phone cases, posters, and throw pillows! After reading about PicPaperie, a company that turns your Instagram photos into personalized wrapping paper (brilliant, right? Help them meet their funding goal here!), I decided to round up some of my favorite Instagram products from around the web. Click through to check ‘em out…
Dear Yves Rossy AKA “Jetman,”
Ever since I was a kid, the technological advancement I’ve been most impatient for is the personal jetpack. Flying cars? Meh. Teleportation? Whatevs. Immortality? No thanks. But the idea of strapping on a freakin’ JETPACK and taking off to explore the great unknown? YES PLEASE. And you, sir, are quite literally living my dream. Last week, you strapped on your custom jetpack and flew a wide circle around Mount Fuji. And you didn’t stop there. You did it eight more times. Quick question: is there room for two on that thing? If so, give me a call.