Yeah.. I volunteer, give too much money to the homeless and cry for the humiliation of the old lady who pooped her pants on the train. I might as well pack two lunches considering the rate I give out food to those begging. With 9$ in the bank, I'll still offer to buy your lunch and suffer in secret as I get charged for overdraft. ‘You’re so nice, Tory!’ they coo. You’re the sweetest person I know,’ they tut. Despite the compliments and positive affirmations, the ugly truth lingers l...

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of “Yellow Submarine,” which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d’être, which is a French expression that I know. Another g...