Hasta La Gadget!

You may not believe this, but there are a lot of people on the Internet who are terribul spellers! For the nit-picky among us, it can be horribly annoying. But thanks to a web site that we just discovered, their misspellings can actually help save you some cash.

Say hello to FatFingers.com. The idea behind the website is relatively simple: help users easily search eBay for almost every conceivable misspelling of popular brands.

How would searching misspelled brand names save you cash? Theoretically, people who know how to spell correctly never see the misspelled items, which therefore receive less attention, fewer bids and perhaps lower final offers.

So for example, if you search for the brand “Adidas,” the site will auto-generate an eBay search field that includes nearly all the ways someone could spell it wrong: Adidad, Adudas, Ididas, Adidis, Adidaas, Adiddas, Adiidas, Addidas, Adiads, Addias, Adida, Adids, Adias, Addas, Aidas.

The site has been around for some time, but the savings are timeless.

We tried it out, and lo and behold, found some pretty good deals.

The site works with most name brands.

Like this bad-ass black “Addidas” T for less than $5:

If you don’t like that, maybe you’ll like these sweet “Addias” wrestling shoes for, wait, how much? 1 cent.

Warning for the paranoid Facebook users among you: Facebook will find out that you thought those penny wrestling shoes were “sweet” and put them in your news feed almost immediately. If it happened to me, it can happen to you:

There are ordinary looking power cables, and then there is something that Samsung has recently unleashed upon the unsuspecting masses – something that they have dubbed as the new Samsung Power Sharing Cable. In fact, taking into consideration our fairly hectic lifestyles that we lead these days, not to mention a rather busy time at home even after we have finished our work, it is not too difficult to actually run out of juice on our mobile devices simply because we forgot to charge them up earlier. With the Samsung Power Sharing Cable, it is a new manner of letting one charge between devices while they are on the go.

The Samsung Power Sharing Cable works this way – you will now have the ability to easily transfer power directly from your Samsung Galaxy S5, Samsung Galaxy Tab S or any other kind of compatible Galaxy device to any micro USB-compatible device. This is a brand new Power Sharing cable which offers multi-device users a versatile manner to power p their devices, letting you share the load with your Galaxy device’s battery with another device – be it that of your own, or of someone else’s.

In order to have it work, all you need to do is to download the “Power Sharing” app straight from Samsung Apps or the Google Play store, before you choose the right amount of power that you would want to transfer. Once that is done, all that is required would be to plug in one end of the cable into the device that the power is being drawn from while plugging in the other end of the cable into the device to be charged. Since the Samsung Power Sharing Cable is portable and tiny enough to fit in a pocket and purse while you are on the move, this is truly a worthy travel companion not to be forgotten while you are away on a business trip or on a holiday. It however does come only in a shade of white, which can be a bummer.

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In the early jet fighter days, nobody knew how much G-force the human body could withstand. Testing the limits of survivability came down to human testing. Today, we owe much of that knowledge to Dr. John Paul Stapp, who strapped himself into a crazy rocket sled to see just what the human body could endure.

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Have you ever found yourself in fancy of a bowl of ice cream, only to give up after the brick of creamy goodness bends your smooth and strains your hand? You’re not alone. The problem is one familiar to many and bothersome enough to spawn a Kickstarter campaign for an ice cream scoop specifically engineered for its sole task in … Continue reading

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have gay children.

I’m not sure if other parents think about this, but I do — quite often.

Maybe it’s because I have many gay people in my family and circle of friends. It’s in my genes and in my tribe.

Maybe it’s because, as a pastor of students, I’ve seen and heard the horror stories of gay Christian kids — from both inside and outside of the closet — trying to be part of the Church.
Maybe it’s because, as a Christian, I interact with so many people who find homosexuality to be the most repulsive thing imaginable, and who make that abundantly clear at every conceivable opportunity.

For whatever reason, it’s something that I ponder frequently. As a pastor and a parent, I wanted to make some promises to you, and to my two kids right now…

1. If I have gay children, you’ll all know it.

My children won’t be our family’s best kept secret.

I won’t talk around them in conversations with others. I won’t speak in code or vague language. I won’t try to pull the wool over anyone’s eyes, and I won’t try to spare the feelings of those who may be older, or easily offended, or uncomfortable. Childhood is difficult enough, and most gay kids spend their entire existence being horribly, excruciatingly uncomfortable. I’m not going to put mine through any more unnecessary discomfort, just to make Thanksgiving dinner a little easier for a third cousin with misplaced anger issues.

If my children come out, we’ll be out as a family.

2. If I have gay children, I’ll pray for them.

I won’t pray for them to be made “normal”. I’ve lived long enough to know that if my children are gay, that is their normal.

I won’t pray that God will heal or change or fix them. I will pray for God to protect them; from the ignorance and hatred and violence that the world will throw at them, simply because of who they are. I’ll pray the He shields them from those who will despise them and wish them harm; who will curse them to Hell and put them through Hell, without ever knowing them at all. I’ll pray that they enjoy life; that they laugh, and dream, and feel, and forgive, and that they love God and humanity.

Above all, I’ll pray to God that my children won’t allow the unGodly treatment they might receive from some of His misguided children, to keep them from pursuing Him.

3. If I have gay children, I’ll love them.

I don’t mean some token, distant, tolerant love that stays at a safe arm’s length. It will be an extravagant, open-hearted, unapologetic, lavish, embarrassing-them-in-the-school cafeteria, kind of love.

I won’t love them despite their sexuality, and I won’t love them because of it. I will love them; simply because they’re sweet, and funny, and caring, and smart, and kind, and stubborn, and flawed, and original, and beautiful… and mine.

If my kids are gay, they may doubt a million things about themselves and about this world, but they’ll never doubt for a second whether or not their Daddy is over-the-moon crazy about them.

4. If I have gay children, most likely, I have gay children.

If my kids are going to be gay, well they pretty much already are.

God has already created them and wired them, and placed the seed of who they are within them. Psalm 139 says that He, “stitched them together in their mother’s womb”. The incredibly intricate stuff that makes them uniquely them; once-in-History souls, has already been uploaded into their very cells.

Because of that, there isn’t a coming deadline on their sexuality that their mother and I are working feverishly toward. I don’t believe there’s some magical expiration date approaching, by which time she and I need to somehow do, or say, or pray just the right things to get them to “turn straight”, or forever lose them to the other side.

They are today, simply a younger version of who they will be — and today they’re pretty darn great.

Many of you may be offended by all of this, I fully realize. I know this may be especially true if you are a religious person — one who finds the whole topic disgusting or unpleasant.

As you’ve been reading, you may have been rolling your eyes, or clicking the roof of your mouth, or drafting familiar Scriptures to send me, or praying for me to repent, or preparing to Unfriend me, or writing me off as a sinful, evil, Hell-bound heretic… but with as much gentleness and understanding as I can muster; I really couldn’t care less.

This isn’t about you. This is a whole lot bigger than you.

You’re not the one I waited on breathlessly for nine months.

You’re not the one I wept with joy for when you were born.

You’re not the one I bathed, and fed, and rocked to sleep through a hundred intimate, midnight snuggle sessions.

You’re not the one I taught to ride a bike, and whose scraped knee I kissed, and whose tiny, trembling hand I held, while getting stitches.

You’re not the one whose head I love to smell, and whose face lights-up when I come home at night, and whose laughter is like music to my weary soul.

You’re not the one who gives my days meaning and purpose, and who I adore more than I ever thought I could adore anything.

And you’re not the one who I’ll hopefully be with, when I take my last precious breaths on this planet; gratefully looking back on a lifetime of shared treasures, and resting in the knowledge that I loved you well.

If you’re a parent, I don’t know how you’ll respond if you find out your children are gay, but I pray you consider it.

One day, despite your perceptions of your kids or how you’ve parented, you may need to respond in real-time, to a frightened, frantic, hurting child — one whose sense of peace, and identity and acceptance, whose very heart, may be placed in your hands in a way you never imagined — and you’ll need to respond.

If that day should ever come for me — if my children should ever come out to me — this is the Dad I hope I’ll be to them.

This post was originally featured on johnpavlovitz.com)

Note: The word “gay” in this post, refers to anyone who identifies themselves as LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, or Questioning) . Though I certainly realize and respect the distinctions and differences, it was simply the word that would quickly and easily communicate within the context of the piece. It was the clearest and best way to address non-hetereosexual individuals in the post, by using a common tern that would resonate with the average reader. Hopefully my heart for the LGBTQ community is still clear in the writing.