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“I came into this world with a howl and a grin, a scrappy kid from nowhere, ready to wrestle life’s big questions under the wide, unblinking sky.”
I really was a scrappy kid. Oh, and I’ve had cute dimples every day since.
Picture this: you’re settling into your cushy first class seat on a Delta flight, ready for a smooth ride from Seattle to Salt Lake City. Your 4 year old cat, Asparagus (aka Gus), is tucked into his carrier under the seat, probably a little confused by the hustle and bustle of boarding. Then, out of nowhere, a flight attendant swoops in with a line you’d never expect: “If your cat doesn’t stop meowing, we’re going to have to ask you to get off the plane.” Uh, what?
That’s exactly what happened to Janelle Rupkalvis on February 19th, 2025, according to her viral TikTok rant that’s been making the rounds.
Janelle, a travel influencer who’s no stranger to flying with Gus, was floored. “One, he’s a cat. Two, he’s not screaming—he’s just meowing because there’s a lot going on,” she said in her video. And honestly, can you blame Gus? Airports are chaotic, and cats aren’t exactly known for their chill vibes in new environments.
It’s a bittersweet tale from Video Stop in Pocatello, Idaho.
The last video rental spot in town shut down recently (early 2025) after years of hanging on while streaming took over. But there’s a twist: the owner, Matt McPherson, kept a piece of it alive for one loyal customer named Christina. She’d been renting there forever, even as the world moved on to Netflix and chill.
So, instead of liquidating everything, he saved about 800 DVDs (her favorites) and set up “Christina’s Corner” in what’s left of the store. It’s not open to the public, just her, like a private movie vault.
The social media buzz around this story calls it a feel good relic of a bygone era. No hard science here, just human stubbornness and nostalgia.
Video Stop was a holdout, the kind of place where you’d still find dusty VHS tapes and a guy who knew every plot twist. Christina gets to keep that vibe, while the rest of Pocatello’s stuck with Wi-Fi speeds and buffering wheels.
There’s a mess unfolding at Los Padrinos Juvenile Hall in Downey, Los Angeles County.
Thirty probation officers got slapped with charges (child endangerment, abuse, conspiracy, and battery) after allegedly letting, and sometimes egging on, nearly 70 “gladiator fights” between July and December 2023.
We’re talking 143 kids, ages 12 to 18, caught up in this, with video evidence showing officers standing by, some laughing or shaking hands with the attackers, while a 17 year old got pummeled one by one. California AG Rob Bonta called it out as planned chaos. The officers basically set the stage for these brawls instead of stepping in.
The footage, leaked in January 2024 and splashed across the Los Angeles Times, sparked the DOJ probe. One clip even has an officer checking her watch like she’s timing rounds.
All 30 officers are on unpaid leave, with 22 arraigned Monday and the rest due April 18th. The Probation Department’s cheering the charges, claiming they pushed for the investigation.
A Florida couple’s Cancún dreams has crash landed hard.
On March 2, 2025, Rafael Seirafe-Novaes, 40, and Beatriz Rapoport De Campos Maia, 29, rolled up late to Miami International Airport for American Airlines Flight 2494.
Denied boarding around 8:35 a.m., they didn’t take it well. They allegedly shoved past staff, with one of them chucking coffee at an employee’s face.
Video from the scene shows chaos: multiple cops wrestling Seirafe-Novaes to the ground, cuffs snapping on, while Rapoport De Campos Maia gets pulled aside.
The thermostat wars are a classic clash of science, comfort, and stubbornness. There are many key factors fueling those central heating arguments, rooted in physiology, psychology, and physics.
Data from ASHRAE (American Society of Heating, Refrigerating and Air-Conditioning Engineers) suggests 68 to 74°F (20–23°C) satisfies most people most of the time. Split the difference at 71°F (22°C), layer up or strip down as needed and call it a truce. Or, get a dual zone system and let science win. You can have separate temps AND separate peace.
Follow the link below to read more about thermostat tyrants in the house!
We all have our quirks, right? Those little things about us that make people raise an eyebrow or tilt their head in confusion. Mine? I secretly love the smell of gasoline. Yes, that pungent, chemical whiff that wafts around gas stations. It’s the one most people recoil from like it’s a personal attack on their senses. To me, it’s weirdly delightful, and I’m here to explain why.
I know, I know, gasoline doesn’t sound like a contender for “favorite scent.” It’s not exactly lavender fields or fresh baked cookies. But there’s something about that sharp, tangy bite that hooks me every time I fill up my tank. It’s not like I’m sitting there sniffing the pump (let’s not get carried away), but when that faint vapor hits, I catch myself taking an extra breath. It’s crisp, bold, and oddly invigorating. It’s like a shot of espresso for my nose.
Maybe nostalgia is doing the heavy lifting. Growing up, I’d tag along on road trips where the gas station stop was a ritual. We would stop and stretch our legs, grab snacks and listen for that glug-glug of the pump. Or maybe it’s from watching my dad tinker with lawnmowers and old cars, the garage steeped in that unmistakable aroma. Whatever it is, gasoline’s scent has a pull that’s hard to shake.
I’m fully aware most people disagree. To them, it’s a noxious, headache inducing stench. For most people, it’s something to escape, not embrace. I’ve seen friends grimace and wave their hands like they’re fending off a swarm of bees when we’re near a fuel spill. “How can you stand that?” they ask, as if I’ve just admitted to liking moldy socks. And fairly admit it’s not a “pretty” smell. It’s raw, industrial and tied to fumes most associate with pollution or car exhaust. But to me, that edge is part of its charm.
I can’t be the only one with a soft spot for a “gross” smell. Some folks swear by the earthy funk of rain soaked dirt or the briny tang of fish markets. Others confess to loving the sweaty, lived in smell of a gym bag (okay, that one’s a stretch for me). Point is, our noses are weirdly personal. What’s revolting to one person can be comforting to another. Gasoline just happens to be my oddball pick.
So, I’ve spilled my secret and now it’s your turn. What smell do you secretly enjoy that makes other people gag? Maybe it’s wet dog fur, burnt popcorn, or that funky cheese that clears a room. Drop those answers in the comments!
Life’s too short to pretend we all love roses and vanilla, right?
The Year: 1993
Melanie Chisholm, Melanie Brown and Victoria Adams are among 400 hopefuls at a London dance studio auditioning for producers who are forming a new group. They are selected, and along with Geri Halliwell and Emma Bunton, become the Spice Girls.
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The Year: 1984
The Police play the final concert of their Synchronicity tour in Melbourne, Australia. It is their last show, except for a few special events together, until 2007.
The Social Pie Network! 