The battery is probably dead in your carbon monoxide detector. This will probably end up killing you someday, but you may have a chance to live, if you’re a cat owner.
Annette and Kevin Shanahan of Reedsburg, Wisconsin, would have died if their brown tabby, Gracie, hadn’t been around. The Huffington Post reports that, on the night of Feb. 4, Annette wasn’t feeling right.
Annette Shanahan of Reedsburg, Wisconsin, told Madison.com this week that around 1 a.m. on Feb. 4, she felt weak, ill and disoriented and wandered out of bed, collapsing into a chair in the bedroom.
Her husband, Kevin, said he would have slept through it if it weren’t for the family cat, Gracie.
Gracie, perhaps noticing that one of his humans was seriously fucked up, sprang into action.
”All of the sudden Gracie, I heard she was pounding, knocking, knocking, knocking at the door,” he told local news channel WREG. “And so I got out of bed and to stop her from pounding at the door, and I looked to my left and Annette was there in the chair.”
Gracie doesn’t usually try to get into Annette and Kevin’s bedroom so he knew something was wrong. Kevin found his wife, and called 911. The firefighters later discovered that a malfunctioning water heater had released dangerous levels of carbon monoxide into their house. Yikes!
My disdain for cats is well-known (I think it’s even on my resume), but Gracie gets a pass. Sure, she was probably trying to save her own ass by escaping the house through a window in the bedroom, since cats are inherently selfish. But still – she inadvertently saved her humans.
Meet Gracie in the video below.
Pic: Huffington Post
Kim Kardashian replicant Kendall Jenner was relieved of over $200,000 worth of ugly jewelry on Wednesday night. Police think that either a party guest pilfered her jewelry box or someone tip-toed their way in during said party to get to her expensive baubles (which she’s usually splashing all over on the Internet). Either way, someone had to be blamed and a security guard is currently updating his LinkedIn’s “skills” section to include “Guarding Narcissistic Mounds of Plastic.”
He has a new album already? Didn’t he just drop a concept album about the CN Tower? Drake debuted a new playlist yesterday called “More Life.” It’s got a whole bunch of new tracks and he admits to drunk-texting ex-girlfriend Jennifer Lopez in one of them. It turns out that JLo immediately changed her number after she ended things with Drizzy and his wheelchair. Ugly sweaters – out of phone and out of mind!
Director Roman Polanski pled no contest to raping a 13-year-old girl in 1977, and then fled the country when it looked like he was going to have to serve some Subway Jared-level jail time. Now, Roman wants to sashay back into the States, spend a couple of nights at an upscale fantasy prison in Malibu, and then be done with it.
Unfortunately for Rosemary’s babydaddy, that’s not how raping an underage girl works here in America. Prosecutors have informed Roman that no deals will be made for a brief prison stay and he needs to get his ass back here for a hearing tomorrow to find out what’s going to happen to him.
Rock ‘n roll legend and music pioneer Chuck Berry died at his home near Wentzille, Missouri yesterday. The St. Charles County Police Department said that it responded to a medical emergency at his home and he was later declared dead after paramedics were unable to save him. He was 90.
The Little Professor!
If yesterday’s HSOTD, the Echo Mini Piano, turned chirrun into a master pianist, then The Little Professor turned every kid who played with it into Sir Isaac Fucking Newton! Texas Instruments, who later gifted the world with Speak & Spell, released The Little Professor in 1976, and it was apparently the first electronic education toy. If you played with one of these as a kid, this is the part where you let the brats know that in your day, you used your little electronic tablet thing to actually learn shit and you didn’t use it to like a stupid Instagram post starring Kylie Jenner’s double shellacked plastic turkey or chase those Pokemons! And after you do that, turn the water hose on those kids until they get off your lawn.
Using The Little Professor was easy, you’d turn it on, choose your difficulty level and then answer the equation he spit up at you. If you got it right, you’d move on to the next one. If you got it wrong, you got two more chances to get it right. If you got it wrong after three tries, The Little Professor would pull an, “ugh, I can’t with your dumb ass,” and just give you the answer.
Texas Instruments doesn’t make The Little Professor anymore (they did put out a solar version in the early-aughts), but you can get one on eBay. There’s also a Little Professor app for Android.
I bet if I played with The Little Professor now (that sounded sexy and it didn’t mean to), I’d make him combust with my mathematical knowledge! I’d answer every single equation right the first time, and only because after he hit with me a problem, I’d say to my iPhone, “Hey, Siri, what’s 3 times 3?”
Pic: Like Totally 80s