The search for capital-T Truth is a futile but alluring one.
Gail knows you were trying to go to gmail but typed "gail.com" instead, and she's fine with it.
When I was 15, I had a complicated open-heart surgery for a lifelong defect. Afterward, I had to divide the white board in my hospital room into two columns: one labeled "I" for input, the other labeled "O" for output. Everything I drank, down to the sip, had to be counted in CCs and thrown up on the board.
DigitalDreamDoor.com ranks and categorizes music in more ways than you could possibly imagine.
The rise of Lil Nas X and the yeehaw agenda have caused me to re-examine my relationship with a genre that seems intent on shutting people like me out.
An island in Norway wants to cut ties with the clock so residents are free to mow their lawns at 4 am.
I have seen the future of gaming on my dying MacBook Air. Even though it's six years old, it can now run most PC games with the specs maxed out and somehow not burst into flames.
QAnon email forwards have started to resemble a spontaneous boomer recreation of creepypasta.
The worst people in the world get all the attention, but what can we do about it?
Listening devices, FBI informants and gag orders… these are just some of the ways that the US is mishandling classified information in the Al Qaeda trials.
There's only one thing to call a person who installs an oven to roast sweet potatoes on the back of their Mazda Miata: a legend.
The world is often a bummer, but a whole ecosystem of podcasts and Facebook pages have sprung up to assure you that things are actually great.
Even with all the free services around, people are actually paying for Incremental weather updates by a dedicated enthusiast.
As time goes on, printers will get worse and worse until none of us own one.
Watching sports is to hope for the impossible; "win probability" turns all of that into math.
The cutesy phrase is a staple of home decor, as well as a mantra for tough times. How did that happen?
Meet the 30-year-old who's been tasked with carrying on the legacy of the most famous ska-punk band of all time.
I was told zits are for teenagers. This was a lie.
The "Final Fantasy VII" remake threatens to turn me into one of those awful guys who complains about my childhood being ruined.