Only two people remain who are fluent in Ayapaneco—but they refuse to talk to each other.
There was a fascinating article in the New York Times the other day about violence in the Philippines and its thriving karaoke culture -- and the deadly problems that can crop up when it comes to Fran
For most of us, college donations entail little more than occasionally dropping a small check in the mail after receiving repeated pleas for cash from our alma maters.
In case you're not familiar with the Turnip, it's a whimsical Google search, wherein I type a random phrase and we see what kind of interesting pages "turn-up." As always with thi
The image above is undoubtedly impressive, but the really amazing thing about the picture is the fact that this place doesn't really exist.
Today's Brain Game is open-ended; there are several dozen correct answers, and your job is to find just one of them (preferably one that someone else hasn't already offered in the comments).
Missile Silo Confessions: Living on the Edge of Armageddon.
If you weren't looking, you probably missed it, but the latest issue of mental_floss magazine made a cameo tonight on the hilariously smart CBS hit: Big Bang Theory.
OK, I have a confession to make: I'm a big wuss and I love Joni Mitchell.
We had a hard time narrowing all your amazing captions down to 10, so... we went with 14 finalists. Remember now, only one vote per person. May the best horse
The Hollywood Walk of Fame celebrates its 50-year anniversary this week.
Editor's Note: Reader Andrea recently asked if we could cover the history of traffic lights. Here's what we had in the archives.
Fan fiction—that is, fiction that uses an existing universe created by another author and expands (or pirates) it—has literally been around for centuries.
Here's a short clip featuring Jamie Lee Curtis, in which she describes a 25-hour power outage during a family vacation in Idaho.
If you're looking to lose some weight this year, consider spending some extra cash on adopting a new dog rather than getting a gym membership.
These days, my alarm clock is my 2 Â½ year old son. But I remember the days of beeps, radios and snooze buttons like it was, well, 10 minutes ago.