Like so many people, I really detest waking up in the mornings … or evenings, as the case may be. Hey, I’m a gamer! Sometimes you simply must finish your latest ME2 Insanity run, and clearly it’s a defect of Mother Nature that time keeps on tickin’ no matter how many times you have to quick restore. Amirite?
Don’t judge me.
Since sound sleeping and cranky waking are my forté, I’ve often been relegated to setting my traditional clock radio alarm to the most annoying station I can find, boosting the volume, and hoping for the best. But there’s only so many times you can wake up to the smooth jazz station blasting “Songbird” before you go
slightly completely mental. The solution? A natural, holistic method of waking up brought about by a rising sun clock. Genius!
The digital sunrise alarm clock offers four levels of brightness (as one who enjoys a very dark room whilst sleeping, I appreciate the varying degrees of “omfg light!”); your choice of ten sounds for the alarm, which kicks in up to 60 minutes after the “sunrise” begins; the digital display also gives you the time, date, and my favorite feature: the current temperature for your area. Buh-bye, smooth jazz! Hello, sunrise.
These Star Wars pancake molds may look silly at first glace, but trust me – they’re syrup-ious business! Williams-Sonoma, not traditionally a store I’d associate with embracing geekery, has really hit one out of the park with their exclusive Star Wars pancake shapes. Whether you have a taste for Darth Vadar pancakes, Yoda flapjacks, or stormtrooper crepes, this set has you covered. So go forth and griddle! And may the fork be with you. ^_^ [via Rare Bird Finds]
When I was a kid, I knew people who were obsessed with unicorns. I mean, obsessed. And I never quite understood it; I mean, they’re just horned ponies, right? What’s so mystical and mysterious about that? Fast forward to a few days ago when I saw these ridiculous and amazing unicorn corn cob holders, and I promptly became a convert. They’re unicorns that hold corns! You can have your unicorn on the cob and eat it too! If cobs were crowns, we’d have a uni-coronation!
Alright, I think I’m done now. That was about to get uni-corny. ^_^
When I came back from my MAGFest experience awash with a nasty case of “Con Plague”, my mom did her sweetly obligatory mom-fussing, remarking that cruise ships have an inventive way to deal with the influx of strange faces in cramped places: apparently they have hand sanitizing stations at every doorway. Smart, right? Although I’ve always had an involuntary desire to snicker anytime I see someone actually using the stuff, as it’s such a 21st century paranoia. But I suppose hand sanitizer has its merits, although why tuck away a discrete stash of Purell when you can brandish a bottle that really says what’s on everyone’s mind?
The Maybe You Touched Your Genitals Hand Sanitizer is a hilariously awkward send-up of an otherwise fairly humorless product, and one that’s sure to get a double-take if you ever whip it out in public. (Errr … the sanitizer, that is. Geek Gems will not be held responsible for any other whipping you feel compelled to partake in!) Don’t be confused though – this stuff is not intended for genital sanitizing. Oh laugh if you will, but you’d be surprised the twisted uses and abuses I found when researching keywords for this post. My favorite though? The prompt “hand sanitizer poem”, which is an actual thing that someone wrote. Enjoy!
Can’t find a sink – don’t know what to do
Use hand sanitizer, always carry with you
Place a dime size amount in the palm of the hand
And rub over both hands the best that you can
That’s so hot.
Maybe it’s just me, but these funny face mugs remind me way, way too much of the talking stone pillars in Labyrinth. Any moment, I’m expecting the doughnut to tumble out as as bass-heavy voice intones: “Beware, for the path you take will lead to certain destruction!” I mean, c’mon – look at this thing:
You remind me of the babe?
I like the quirky functionality though, and if you’re like me and are one who insists upon nomming on warm cookies (room temperature is for chumps!) then I’m betting having a hot beverage lending its ambient heat to whatever you’ve tucked in the mouth cubby would be a nice touch. Still, they’re an oddity – and no amount of David Bowie crotch bulge is gonna convince me otherwise! [via HolyCool]