There are beautiful smells like vanilla, lavender, jasmine, and rose, and then there is the most beautiful smell of all: the scent of a freshly purchased MacBook Pro. Now, thanks to a collaboration between a group of artists and the scent scientists at Air Aroma, that intoxicating Apple product smell has been recreated and bottled as a perfume. Here’s the description from Air Aroma’s blog: “The scent encompasses the smell of the plastic wrap covering the box, printed ink on the cardboard, the smell of paper and plastic components within the box and of course the aluminum laptop.” The perfume will be showcased as part of an art exhibit in Melbourne, Australia, but if it ever becomes available for purchase, I’m sure there would be a line around the block to buy it. Plus, they could come out with a slightly different scent every year that rendered the previous scent irrelevant. Genius! [Gothamist]
This hilarious note was photographed by my brother in the basement of his apartment building. It seems they’ve been having a raccoon problem there, and the management’s solution is to simply gently knock and acquiesce the use of the washers and dryers over to the raccoons. Please, step away calmly.
Exposing marital infidelity can be a costly and time consuming endeavor. Sure, there is a plethora of high-tech methods out there, but did you know you can now go CSI-style on your significant other’s soiled undergarments to expose an extramarital affair?
A national DNA testing company, The Paternity Lab Center, is providing the relatively sophisticated technique for suspicious mates who are seeking definitive answers. Read more…
Most people would agree that going through airport security is annoying, and thanks to x-ray machines and frequent pat-downs, the process has become more and more invasive. This week, at the Portland airport, 50-year-old John E. Brennan decided he’d had enough, so when it came time to remove his shoes, he removed all of his clothes. Unfortunately no one else joined in the naked protest, and two security screening lanes were closed as TSA agents tried to convince Brennan to cover up. He was eventually arrested and charged with disorderly conduct and indecent exposure. The best part of this whole story might be a quote from Brennan’s father, responding to questions from reporters: “He’s never really under any stress. He works for a computer company in California. He does something with the Internet, which is just kind of mystical to me. This is quite a surprise.” [KATU]
Talk about sexual harassment in the workplace: Bartenders at a pub in the UK say someone in their bar is indiscriminately pinching their butts. But it’s not a patron whose getting grabby … it’s a ghost. Both male and female staff at The Queens Arms in Birmingham report feeling “a very firm pinch” which happens “day and night.” They assume it’s from a “small, bald, smartly-dressed” phantom who haunts the 170-year-old pub, moving chairs, singing and causing mysterious puffs of smoke. Explained the manager, in adorable British parlance, “You turn round, but there’s no one there. It’s most off-putting.” Most off-putting, indeed! And wily, too. At least if a drunken patron was getting fresh there would be some sort of physical entity to slap. [Daily Mail UK]
Lickable wallpaper was one of the most deliciously weird fantasy foods dreamed up by Roald Dahl in “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” and I definitely spent many hours of my childhood staring at my bedroom walls, wishing they were covered in magical fruit flavors instead of wood paneling from the 70s. Now it looks like my dream is finally coming true: the world’s first lickable wallpaper has been unveiled in a London elevator, comprised of 1,325 cookies that passengers can enjoy on their way to any of the building’s 16 stories. The bad news? It’s kind of horrifying to see people licking the walls of an elevator. The company claims that a bell boy removes every licked cookie to avoid a whimsical wallpaper-induced outbreak of Rage virus, but even so, I think I’m filing this one under “dead childhood dreams.” [Laughing Squid]