Understatement can help us cope with disaster. But in the case of Paul McCartney, a little doesn’t always go a long way.
It’s time once again for our annual Halloween ritual, where we dust off a classic urban legend and reanimate it with a few new endings.
The Jazz Age blasts into orbit, adding oxygen parties and mighty pincers to the rise-and-fall decadence of the intergalactic one percent.
Only the truly trained can accurately describe how despair sounds without a noise filter. A sound technician finishes his horror movie script.
Stranded on a desert island, a panel of self-help authors must rely on their wits and catchphrases to survive.
Even a fake history of blogging—going back to the Old Internet, when HTML templates were so raw—offers insight into how we reached today’s web and survived comments.
Even cable series must adapt to survive. Possible spinoffs of Naked and Afraid explore charted territory.
A man and a supreme being walk into a bar. It’s a hokey joke until one day it’s true and the big man starts offering tax advice.
At the dawn of 2014, we anticipate what will happen in our new year. This is what will happen.
As New York real estate prices skyrocket, it’s time to head where no gentrifier has gone before.
Convinced his wife was buried by mistake, a widower insists on unearthing her body. What happens when they open the coffin? As is our Halloween ritual, TMN writers share their own endings to the story.
A group of gray-haired representatives from across Europe gather in a central London gentlemen’s club to discuss the United States’ aggressive spying techniques.