If you are looking for a wall stud, likely because you will be hanging a large or heavy picture, you can rap your knuckles along the wall. When you feel and hear a solid backing, you’ve found a stud. If you are unsure, you can use an electronic stud finder for a more accurate a...
Here we seem to be in a more ordinary kind of school than the above, but the use of a kendo sword is the same. However, the "hands on the wall" method is being used instead of the "bending over" position. The picture looks as if it may be more recent than those we know to be...
That’s not exactly the idea that went into the Polaroid-inspired “Good Time Ring,” but it might as well be. After all, it’s literally a picture frame that slips over one of your knuckles. Way cool. Created by Etsy user Yellowgoat, out of Hongkong, the very creative piece comes w...
If you’ve got 30 minutes, we have a no B.S., wire to wire solution to get your body in motion, your heart pounding and your core signing. No fancy names, no branded workouts, just bare knuckles shadow boxing, kicking boxing, interspersed with progressively more challenging core stability...
“You’re stupid,” said Gayle and Claude held up his special frog knuckles as a threat. Kelly stuck out her tongue and skipped close to him and backed away. I said, “You don’t like Elvis cause you don’t like music.” His answer was yanking my head back by my ponytail and runn...
for the family. I tried using a regular chef's knife, but it just squashed the bread. The smooth edge didn't provide any cutting power, either. I also used what they like to call a bread knife, but it was almost too serrated. I'd have a pile of bread crumbs on the cutting ...
With H‑A‑T‑E scratched into his knuckles And teeth like something from a horror movie. The clean‑cut boys, the ones who answered "Sir" And seemed to have intelligence as well, Would get the benefit of every doubt. Sometimes I'd listen with the stethoscope ...
“Cow. Dog.” Libba laughs and lifts her hand in a dismissive gesture. And Fettig sees the small pillows of flesh above her knuckles. He remembers them well. “I’ll be getting on home then.” But Libba keeps right on talking. “I hardly ever get to Acorn Hill. Well, I mean, Enzo...