After watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind back in the day, my friends and I had many long and serious debates as to whether we would get on the UFO or not. We might end up learning the secrets of the universe. We might end up as pet food. No way to know. Split second decision.

We all pretty much decided we would go for it.

I'm a pretty solitary man. If I thought my sacrifice would pave the way for the future, I'd do it. Spend my last days in a nursing home or spend them seeing things no one has ever seen before? There is no question.

When I worked at Disneyworld I was told that ride operators could move from attraction to attraction, but if they found one they really liked, they could stick with that one for as long as they worked there. Except for Small World. Ride operators on Small World were rotated out after three months lest they go insane from the music.

I know it sounds like an urban legend, but I was told this by more than one cast member at different times. I was a performer, so I didn't work for that division, and they may have been goofing on me, but I only rode it once and I was already losing my mind before I even got through the line and on to a boat. I have no reason to doubt that it's true.

I made one. It works. But the dude in the video must have very calloused hands, because it burned like a mother.

Reacting to 2 Kittens/1 Cup.

And the Detroit Pistons are your new NBA champions!

It's a hat stretcher.

I'm guessing that it's a leather-making tool for decorating saddles.