Sometimes the Invisible Hand messes up and brings items to market that hinder us more than they do help us. They don’t work appropriately, or they’re difficult to use. However, we probably haven’t experienced true dissatisfaction and anger until imagining trying to use these very badly-albeit humorously- designed products. Some people just want to set the world on fire to watch it burn.
Stonehenge is one of the world’s most well-known and mysterious monuments, but you don’t have to travel all the way to Salisbury, England in order to see it. As with most other…
America—land of the free, home of the brave . . . and a great place to make a buck if you don’t mind fleecing desperate people. Making money from dubious claims has been an American tradition at least since the days when sleazy con men hawked patent medicine to gullible suckers at every whistlestop on the continent.
But those were the Good Old Days; things are different now, right? Nobody today could make a soft living off of horse balm and Chief Kickapoo’s Vitality Tonic now that we have genetics and the germ theory of disease, right? We have scientists now, with lab coats and everything, who know better. Right?
How would you like to belly up to this unique bar and order a drink? The Romanian steampunk pub, Joben Bistro, takes this trend and runs full steam ahead with it. From the first step into the bistro, you are whisked away into the retro-futuristic romance of the steampunk scene. The pub itself is a fantastical work of art that leaves the time-travel seeking patron in want of nothing.
Dystopian futures and science fiction are nothing new; these themes have existed for more than a hundred years and in nearly as many incarnations. One of the fastest growing offshoots of this is Steampunk, a science fiction and fantasy sub genre featuring technology based on the 19th century harnessing of steam power.
For some of us, dolls are sinister, nightmare-inducing creatures with distant, glassy eyes that follow us around while they plot our demise in their little doll heads. Maybe these fears stem from a childhood misgiving, like cutting off most of P.J. Sparkle’s hair and dyeing it a magical shade of florescent that can only be achieved with a stolen green highlighter. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but what we ended up with was a deranged, wild-eyed goblin baby that vowed to eat us the next time we succumbed to slumber.
Still, there are some who regard dolls as a cherished childhood toy that embodies love and security. Those people are whom Australia’s Doll Hospital caters to. In a warehouse stacked to the ceiling with accumulated doll parts, “head doll surgeon” Geoff Chapman works to restore ragged childhood dolls to their former glory, repairing the silent victims of sibling rivalry or a teething puppy. He is the third-generation owner of the hospital, which started as an offshoot of a general store that received a shipment of damaged dolls.
Fair warning -in this hospital for broken dolls, there are things that can’t be unseen.