If you have a habit of overdoing it when it comes to drinking science might have a solution. MIT graduate student Dhairya Dand has created ice cubes that let you know when you’re drinking too much.
Dubbed “cheers”, these cool ice cubes contain a circuit inside an edible jelly mold. The circuit monitors the number of sips you take and determines how drunk you are getting with a timer clocking the rate you’re knocking back those cocktails. As you start drinking too much the ice cubes change from glowing green to orange and then red.
If you keep drinking despite the warnings, the ice cubes can send a text message to a designated contact to let them know you’ve had a few too many.
Hiccups, they are really goddamn annoying and whenever I get them they seem to hang out forever. Thirteen year old Mallory Kievman thinks she has a fix though: hiccupops! These lollipops are made of cider vinegar and sugar, ingredients that over-stimulate nerves and cancel out the message to hiccup.
They’re not on the market just yet, but once they are I know I’ll be placing an order.
This is just surreal — a security firm called HALO Corp. is actually including emergency zombie outbreak training in their upcoming annual counter-terrorism summit, which will be attended by over 1,000 military, law enforcement, medical, and federal personnel. Admittedly, they are being tongue-in-cheek about the whole thing, explaining that it’s merely a fun way to engage in a pandemic training scenario, but this is a bit too meta for even my liking.
“HALO Corp.”? Seriously? I feel like I’m being punked by my brother Tom and his LAN party friends. Regardless, remember to always aim for the head.
Just in time for the tastiest craft beer season of them all, Brew Gene is a handy app that allows beer aficionados to track and rate their favorite brews, and then uses those personal ratings to offer suggestions based on what you’ve liked in the past! It’s like TiVo, but for your liver!
I just downloaded this today, and it’s pretty new, and thus a little buggy — users are automatically logged out if your phone goes dark, and I’m having difficulty logging back in after my initial sign-up.
That said, there’s a lot of potential here. In addition to just rating the beers you’ve tried, you can also take notes on taste and color — how wonderfully, wonderfully nerdy!
The app also suggests a “Beer of the Day” each day, and has a “Random” function to populate a list of random beers for you to rate in case you’re too lazy to actively use the “Search” feature — and let’s be honest, if you’re drinking beer, you’re probably not too inclined to type keywords into your phone, especially as the night wears on.
If you’re of-age and like beer and obsessively documenting every aspect of your existence, Brew Gene is available for free download in the iTunes app store. And as Gary Thorne, play-by-play man for the Baltimore Orioles likes to say, “Please drink……..responsibly.”
Guaraná Antarctica is a Brazilian soft drink company. They’re also revolutionizing post-breakup back-slides and social media shaming with their Ex-Lover Blocker app.
Here’s how it works:
You “convince” your newly-single friend to download and install the app on their smartphone. They then designate the former lover’s number as “blocked”, and in the event of a moment of weakness, the app prevents the ex’s number from dialing and also alerts selected friends of the attempted contact in order for them to prevent further attempts. If the forlorn dump-ee still elects to deactivate the app and call the dump-er, the app announces their weakness on Facebook to invite public shaming. You know, the way all good friends do.
First off, how insulting must this be for our human fighter pilots? Secondly, if there’s one thing we’ve learned over the last decade, it’s that human-operated drone strikes are not perfect. What makes Science think that putting drone strikes in LESS capable hands (or alpha waves or synapses or whatever) is going to improve that?
The class of 2012 is looking pretty rough right now, Science. Thus far you’ve given us mass-killing mutant rat brains and a Dorito-flavored taco shell, with NASA’s successful Martian landing two weeks ago as your only showing in the “Win” column. We’re already halfway through August, guys. Time to wow me.
You’ve heard about hospice cats, right? The adorable little reapers that offer purrs and cuddles to the mostly-dead in exchange for climate control and 2 square meals a day (or 5, if you’re a spoiled quadruped around here that refuses to eat more than 1 Tbsp in a sitting)?
Well, “Chen”, a pretentiously-mononym-ed RISD student, has developed a less cute, more terrifying version: meet the Last-Minute Robot.
Just press a button, and this cold, lifeless robotic arm will slowly move back and forth across the patient’s arm, “stroking [them] through death” while calmly introducing itself via an eerily Siri-esque voice (insert “are you there, Siri? It’s me, Matt” joke here).
1. If I’m going to kick it with zero friends and/or family surrounding/petting/hugging me, I want a goddamn cat, not a robot.
2. If anything is going to be “stroking me through death”, it had better be something fried and delicious!