My wheelchair costs as much as a luxury car, but the medical system treats it like indoor furniture. When a simple rain cloud can brick a $50,000 piece of technology, the engineering has failed.
My wheelchair is my motorcycle, but the medical system treats it like indoor furniture. When the tech industry locks up the programming software and treats the consumer like an idiot, you have to fight just to keep rolling.
I saw Top Gun in the theater in 1986. Now it’s 40 years later and the math is officially trying to kill me.
Someone told me Guy Fieri bought State Street Brats and I was ready to start swinging. Turns out, the fine print is the only thing that saved my blood pressure.
The Farmers Market is open and the sun is out, but there’s a major problem in Eau Claire: I can’t find my Becki’s Olive Salsa fix anywhere. Becki, where are you hiding the goods?
I woke up three times during the JAG pilot, and every time I did, I saw Maverick. Discover how Paramount’s leftovers built a legal drama and launched the NCIS franchise.
When you set out for a simple ice cream shake and end up in the middle of Food Truck Friday at Phoenix Park, you don’t fight it—you grab an IPA and lean in.
Ever wondered what your car would say if it had a mouth? From the silent judgment of EVs to the mid-life crisis of a 911, we’re tearing down the automotive ego.
From “sand mafias” to teaching rocks how to think—discover the hilarious and terrifying reality that your high-tech life is built on a dwindling supply of dirt.
When you line your walls with enough acoustic blankets to look like a psychiatric patient, you name the studio accordingly. Welcome to the evolution of Padded Sell Studios.