Work sucks today.
Who needs preservatives and sugar in their ketchup? Make your own delicious non-Newtonian fluid with some Roma tomatoes, salt, olive oil, water, and some apple cider vinegar after you watch Zagat’s How To: Make Ketchup.
On this day in 1910 Mark Twain died in Redding, Connecticut, aged seventy-four. Despite an undercurrent of doubts and dark thoughts, Twain swept along through his last years as the Mississippi to the sea: guests to his seventieth birthday banquet took home his foot-high bust, New York City pedestrians and English royalty lined up to meet him, thousands filed past his casket to see him in his last white suit — “as much an enigma and prodigy to himself,” says one biographer, as he was to them.
“Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all — the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.”
— Mark Twain, Memorandum written on his deathbed
Danny Devito on the set of Batman Returns.
A well-constructed Mage deck in Blizzard’s free-to-play collectible card game Hearthstone has the satisfying ability to take the enemy’s figurative arm over your knee to snap the bone in two.
The Polymorph card allows you to turn any minion on the board into a sheep that can only hit for one damage, with one unit of health. It can take out some of the biggest threats from your opponent. The Fireball card costs four mana and deals six points of damage to whatever it hits. But the Mage’s holy terror of doom is Flame Strike.