Word: gadgeteer
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...list of chemicals you can inhale on weekends. AWOL, or Alcohol Without Liquid, has recently made its stateside debut as the latest party gadget. Bridging the once-lonely gap between the shot glass and the vaporizer, the AWOL machine allows its users to breathe in their hard liquor of choice rather than follow the (totally played) down-it-and-chase routine...
...translator, free local calls, unlimited Internet access and sightseeing information. "Many overseas tourists are in trouble with verbal communications in Japan, and public transportation is overly complicated," says ministry spokesman Asao Toba. "Tourists would prefer having an all-in-one device rather than books, maps and mobile phones." The gadget could be a real boon if something gets lost in translation - like the location of that elusive Roppongi nightclub or Tsukiji sushi house. To sign up for the trial, apply online at www.narita-airport.jp/e-navi. You then collect your PDA upon arrival at Narita...
...Many overseas tourists are in trouble with verbal communications in Japan, and public transportation is overly complicated," says ministry spokesman Asao Toba. "Tourists would prefer having an all-in-one device rather than books, maps and mobile phones." The gadget could be a real boon if something gets lost in translation?like the location of that elusive Roppongi nightclub or Tsukiji sushi house. To sign up for the trial, apply online at www.narita-airport.jp/e-navi. You then collect your PDA upon arrival at Narita...
...Jordan and The Talk of the Town.) She soon ascends on a geyser of madness as she decides on a new torture: "My vengeance is inspired tonight. You will first have the torture of seeing her beauty eaten slowly away by this hungry acid." An aide holds a hose gadget over Joan's soon-to-be-corroded face, and Ronald cries for Ling Moy to stop. Very well she says. "Ling Moy is merciful." She barks at Ronald: "Kill her!" He must decide if his favorite white girl is to be etched with acid or stabbed to death. Great stuff...
...advancement. Know what I'm talking about? Hutch Owen knows. He knows it's b.s. He's that little guy inside your mind telling you you're wasting your life in a cubicle. He's the one chiding you as you plop down your dough for some stupid new gadget. He's also the star of Tom Hart's scathing new collection, "Hutch Owen: Unmarketable!" (Top Shelf; 180 pages; $15) A devastating satire, "Unmarketable" feels like a scalding hot poker cauterizing the open wound of American corporate and consumer culture...