Perhaps, though I'd wager that the number of actual circumcisions performed to fix this problem is, at best infinitesimal.

I agree. At first I thought "Sure, they can just publish these formulas in industry journals, so the public doesn't have as easy access." But if it's printed anywhere, someone who really cares to get their hands on the information will be able to.

"Yeah, our SSID is named "linksys." What's your point?"

They're both fine devices. The main difference is their size, and thus their usage case.

After years of consideration, I think that it is not for us mortals to know.

My Vespa could beat up your Vesta.

It's on the list of potential dwarf planets already. Considering the line ahead of it, though, it should probably tip the bouncer.

I had an ex who was trying to convince me she wasn't drunk via text one time:

Only if you bring back the scroll-ball, too.

Best-worst solution: get involved in a painful breakup. It'll keep you off Facebook.

No, it was a poorly-constructed joke based on the mechanics of a laser printer. You know, toner goes on the paper, laser heats the toner, toner turns black, etc. The laser on the scissors would activate the toner on the wrapping paper, and... Ahh never mind.

But can they GIRP?

You, sir, have clearly never used pre-toner'd wrapping paper!

When I was a little kid, I was sure that in the future, you'd be able to pick where you were going, and you'd get a personal road to take you there, arching through the sky, without any traffic.

The NFL mobile app streams local radio broadcasts of games, and they just cut to music during commercial breaks. That's not to say that the Superbowl isn't more popular than a local Lions game, but the streaming agreements don't seem to extend to the advertisers, just yet.

The question now is whether Jobs' demise will reign these lawsuits in or not.

Thank god. I keep getting into battles with enemies that are much too powerful for me. It's just so embarrassing...

I'm always surprised when I see YouTube's "top videos." Not the end-of-the-year lists, just the regular ones—they're often just talking heads with funny voices and zany backgrounds.

The bell sounds a little like this.

I'm sure the public-access channels in Titty Ho, Slutshole Lane, and East Breast weren't amused.