August 18, 2014 7:51 am

cubebreaker:

TurboRoo, a chihuahua born without its front legs, was given a 3D printed cart made by San Diego firm 3dyn so he could train to be a service dog for disabled children.

(via brendamarie)

7:51 am

roseshock:

Note to self

(Source: mamashug, via brendamarie)

August 12, 2014 7:53 am August 11, 2014 9:12 pm 9:09 pm 9:04 pm
folkinz:

A memorial for Robin Williams at the “Good Will Hunting” bench in the Boston Public Garden. (via)

folkinz:

A memorial for Robin Williams at the “Good Will Hunting” bench in the Boston Public Garden. (via)

(via entertainmentweekly)

9:03 pm

uncoolguy:

'It's not your fault.”

(via entertainmentweekly)

August 4, 2014 10:26 pm 10:24 pm 10:24 pm
newsweek:

I’m working from home in San Francisco, and the granola bar I had for breakfast wears off just after 12:15 pm. I open up the SpoonRocket app on my phone and select a chicken tamale and a mint smoothie. Six minutes later, there’s a car in my driveway. 

I flail to find some flip-flops and go downstairs to greet the driver, who pulls my order from an insulated bag and cooler in his passenger seat. It’s not like he has a whole pantry in there; I picked two of the four items on the SpoonRocket menu that day. 

The tamale is $8, the smoothie $6, delivery is included, and it has already been charged to the credit card I loaded into the app. I’m back at my laptop before the clock has ticked past seven minutes. And the tamale? It’s good. But it’s more than I needed to eat for lunch. I resolve to take a walk so I don’t fall into a food coma. 

The dangers of the world being delivered to your doorstep. 

I Want It, and I Want It Now — It’s Time for Instant Gratification | Re/code

newsweek:

I’m working from home in San Francisco, and the granola bar I had for breakfast wears off just after 12:15 pm. I open up the SpoonRocket app on my phone and select a chicken tamale and a mint smoothie. Six minutes later, there’s a car in my driveway.

I flail to find some flip-flops and go downstairs to greet the driver, who pulls my order from an insulated bag and cooler in his passenger seat. It’s not like he has a whole pantry in there; I picked two of the four items on the SpoonRocket menu that day.

The tamale is $8, the smoothie $6, delivery is included, and it has already been charged to the credit card I loaded into the app. I’m back at my laptop before the clock has ticked past seven minutes. And the tamale? It’s good. But it’s more than I needed to eat for lunch. I resolve to take a walk so I don’t fall into a food coma.

The dangers of the world being delivered to your doorstep.

I Want It, and I Want It Now — It’s Time for Instant Gratification | Re/code