Need your expertise on insulating material.

Although I understand that you are suggesting to first put the fire out cold and then enjoy the heat left in the insulating rocks or sand, I still beg you to never take a stove inside a tent. If for some reason the fire is not out cold, any remaining embers could generate carbon monoxide, or perhaps even a spark that…

Nice—a Deadspin-Jezebel combination punch.

"If that had been fresh ice, that would have been a goal!"

Didn't you look closely at the puck?

When I was very young, I wanted to be an astronaut, and followed the space program enthusiastically. My dad welded various bits of metal together into a small space capsule for our back yard.

Ah, the infamous "dealer prep" costs. What does that run for a Lambo?

"He was very explosive. He could make things happen. He was the playmaker..."

Mom always said, It's fun and games, until someone puts their eye out.

Reading about your "Mr. Coriolis" caricature, the term "creatively disruptive" comes to mind.

Sometimes a building is just a building.

The Lone Scout approves of and admires your thrifty ingenuity.

I like to make the Mother of All Tinder: A generous bird's nest of jute string that has been teased well apart until fluffy, with a center mix of shredded dryer lint and extra fine steel wool, topped with wood shavings dipped in petroleum jelly, all drizzled with paraffin wax, seated on birch bark, and finally…

I finally decided to abandon PowerPoint presentations entirely (or as much as I can—if the customer/boss expects PowerPoints, then slides it is) and teach/communicate/engage through voice, eyes, ears, and body language, and by enabling audience interaction and participation.

Oh, it's all fun and games, until someone gets his eye put out.

Or a taser.

What I was really hoping for here is one of those bang-up Lifehacker DIY posts, where I would be instructed in how to build a jammer that would shut down electrical devices such as stereos, TVs, vacuum cleaners, etc.

Is it possible they cleared the weather decks and/or used a remote part of the Vinson for this procedure, and maybe even conducted it secretly during the wee hours, to avoid any clandestine photography by onboard personnel? Are there any secrets aboard a ship, even one the size of the Vinson?

Seriously, can someone who lives there explain why all this is happening? Obliviousness? Drunkenness? Whatever "Fahrvergnuegen" is in Russian?

Note to self: Open vehicle repair shop in Russia, too.