"They taught sex in this driving school... Meet Fred Ryan, one of the conscienceless stud males who infest the Learn-to-Drive racket. Their prey is wealthy, love-starved women, their fee all the traffic will bear."
"The rich, young housewife paced the floor as she watched it. It sat on the table--shiny black, obscenely quiet. It had changed her life. She was sleeping with strangers, having affairs with strange men who had bizarre tastes. She was hooked. Her hands trembled as she reached for it, felt its black, coolness pressing against her palm. She hated that thing in her hand--the telephone"
A Melville fan's review of Moby Dick: The Card Game that has me looking to pick up a set (link via Eurogamer); A promising AV Club review of Dr. Mütter’s Marvels, a biographical portrait of the eccentric and pioneering surgeon who founded the Mütter Museum Games:
Soothing sounds for baby with these lovely piano lullabies from classic 8-Bit Nintendo games (link via Polygon)
A Horrorpedia entry on El Sombrerón, a folkloric Mexican/South American goblin who braids the hair of the unwary, has backwards feet and lures young girls to join him in death; An NPR story on a print-and-fold microscope that costs less than $1 to make and uses a drop of glue for a lens
William Smith was cosmically doomed to the book business when he skipped school to read HP Lovecraft in an abandoned cabin in the woods. He's worked for barnesandnoble.com, Tor Books, and Warner. Now he sells dodgy books and freelances to make a "living."