No inspiration porn here. Fronted by the fiercely independent, profanely witty Kalyn Rose Heffernan, Wheelchair Sports Camp has just unleashed their brilliant new punk-infused hip-hop album ‘oh imperfecta’ on Alternative Tentacles Records. I’m trying to get my hands on the record right now so we can bring them in for a full feature set.

Gravity remains an undefeated bastard. When a gimpy hand makes lifting a glass plate a hazard, the standard advice is always a patronizing “wear a bib.” Screw that. I bought a heavy-duty black vinyl apron instead. Now, I don’t look like a messy eater—I look like I’m about to clear a Dexter-style kill room.

From state dinners to steel cages: inside the unhinged “UFC Freedom 250” spectacle that left the Rose Garden trashed and the steel cage standing.

Frank didn’t just survive his kidnapping—he got a total structural makeover. Discovered by accident during a drive, the former Far Pit Mayor is now living large at Cannery Park with custom orange aluminum upgrades and a new family.

When the workstation is tied up with system-heavy rendering tasks, you go across the street to The Brewing Projekt. But after seeing the heavy chains structuralized through the lawn furniture, I had to find out what happens when the chairs start talking back.

My wheelchair costs as much as a luxury car, but the medical system treats it like indoor furniture. When a simple rain cloud can brick a $50,000 piece of technology, the engineering has failed.