The dot of the letter "i" is called a tittle.
Every Friday, I post a series of unrelated questions meant to spark conversation in the comments. Answer one, answer all, respond to someone else's reply, whatever you want. Very casual.
Are you a high school senior with an interest in math or science? Then you owe it to yourself to check out the Intel Science Talent Search, an annual competition for young scientists.
It's an immutable law of comedy—under no circumstances may a comic use another performer's material.
Joel Mandel of Portland, Oregon, set an unofficial record yesterday—"longest distance traveled to the mental_floss retail store." He flew in to Cleveland, and his first stop was 8
They say you can buy or sell anything on eBay, but if you wade through the site's terms and conditions, the definition of "anything" becomes a bit narrower.
Earlier this week, I posted a photo essay I did on Bombay Beach, one of the quintessential towns of the post-apocalypse, which sits on the banks of California's toxic Salton Sea.
Robbers Call Bank for Take-out Money
Albert Bailey and an unidentified 16-year-old accomplice planned a bank robbery in Fairfield, Connecticut.
Like seahorses, male pipefish are one of the select underseas species that get pregnant and carry their young in their brood until birth.
Here's a logic puzzle Brain Game that shouldn't be tooÂ toughÂ for a Friday.
There were over 100 people in the Berkshire Office, and five of them had similar-sounding names.
Avatar 2: The Sequel. See the trailer for the second film, with a totally original screenplay!
Brave New World novelist Aldous Huxley died of cancer in 1963.
As humans, we've invented some pretty great ways to get from point A to point B.
Today's bizarre-but-true video: zebra finches playing electric guitars. They're not all that good at it, but they rock roughly as hard as an untrained human would.
Honestly, my knowledge of card games is pretty limited to the ones I played in college that required vast amounts of crappy beer to play.
Okay, I'll admit it: I don't have time to read more than half the tweets and status updates sent out by my friends on Facebook and the people I'm following on Twitter.
A colleague asks, "What's the deal with the barber pole? Does it represent anything, or is it just a flashy pole that some early haircutter stuck