Gizmodo reviews LASIK (Verdict: having your eyeball sucked out of your skull and sliced open with a laser hurts.)

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Gizmodo's Brian Lam describes in grisly detail a sensation I have often imagined in lurid detail in the waiting room of my optometrist's office: what it is like to have your retina sliced open with a laser beam.

The nurse applied a series of numbing drops to my eyeball, each stronger than the previous. The doctor clamped my lids back with a metal tool. I felt a bracket hold my eye down and someone in the operating room gave the order, "Suction."

A whirring sound commenced and my eyeball felt like it was being sucked up and out of my skull, elongated like a green grape between a Roman emperor's fingers, ready to burst. The bright blue-white light grew closer. As the pressure killed circulation in the eye things went black and I felt an arcing slice in the surface of my cornea—I did not move my jaw or tongue or mouth, but deep in my throat I uncontrollably whimpered...

Amazingly, Lam says that most LASIK customers, eager to save a few bucks, opt to have the surgery done with a scalpel instead. Meanwhile, it takes me a bottle of scotch every morning to work up the nerve to put my contacts in.

What LASIK really feels like [Gizmodo]

NoseBudd: special ice packs for nose bleeds

product370-1.jpgThe temptation to write something gross and snide about nose bleed medication — perhaps with a passing aside to the Beavis and Butthead method of nose bleed prevention — is strong, but the story of how Steve Riedle came up with NoseBudd — a specifically-designed ice pack for hemophiliacs — is worthy of respect.

A hemophiliac himself, Riedle's three brothers died of bleed outs as children, and the disorder prevented him from keeping a proper job. While shoveling snow as an adult, Riedle's nose began to bleed, and while bunching a snowball to the bridge of his nose, he had the inspiration to invent an ice pack that specifically targeted nosebleeds.

It's not exactly some amazing insight that cold stops nose bleeds. But it appears Riedle's project really works — a BBG reader specifically wrote in to kudos the product — and it's a reminder that just as simple problems that most of us take frivolously can end people's lives, incremental revisions of simple, existing applications can save them.

Nose Budd [Official Site]

Dumping a sex doll is still littering

izusexdoll.jpgIt's not illegal to kill a sex robot. Like the best girlfriends, they're already dead. But it is a misdemeanor to toss them out on the side of the road — and impolite to the Japanese police, who spent a few hours trying to identify this particular silicone succubus before realizing she wasn't a real human.

Turns out she'd been the pliant partner of a 60-year-old man from Izu, who decided to toss the sex doll after deciding to move in with one of his children. He didn't have the heart to cut her up, he claims, but had no problem wrapping her in a sleeping bag and leaving her in a ditch. Even a silicone heart is softer than that.

Man charged with dumping silicone girlfriend [Pink Tentacle]

Review: Axe Detailer Shower Tool (Verdict: I can't believe I like it)

axe-detailer.jpg"What's that thing?" asked my roommate. I pulled the Axe Detailer Shower Tool from the cardboard box, fresh from the PR company promoting it.

"It's like a shower poof," I said, giving it a squeeze. "And they included some Axe body wash, too."

"I bet that stuff smells like rapists, if rapists wanted to advertise they were approaching." I gave him a sniff but he wasn't impressed. Personally, I thought it smelled fine, if generically masculine. Besides, it's just soap.

So I put that Detailer up against every part of my sagging, pockmarked body and I cleaned myself like it mattered if my skin were exfoliated or not.

It's pretty decent! The tire-like handle at the top actually gives you something to hold on to unlike most fake loofa poofs, while the rough scouring pad on the top is good for thick skin like heels and elbows. I've used it every day for a week and found myself growing to like it quite a bit, despite its dubious branding lineage. I'd go so far as to say it's probably the best poof I've ever used — if for the rubber grip alone. (And while its name is a cute nod to men and car culture, it's just as useful for women. Not to say women can't like cars, either. You know what I'm saying.)

Fifty people can have one for free, they tell me, by becoming an Axe fan on Facebook and saying "I'm from Boing Boing. I need a Detailer." Or you can just buy them: a pack of four on Amazon is $17. In stores they should cost about $5.

Men's Extended Reach Body Hair Groomer (That's what she oh that doesn't work here)

hammacher_shaver.jpgWhile it doesn't quite share the reach of the Mangroomer back-hair shaver, the "Men's Extended Reach Body Hair Groomer" from Hammacher Schlemmer, with its extendable curving handle, also doesn't look like a pair of metal nunchucks, sparing you a moment or two of embarrassment at the TSA counter. (Then again, if you've a crop of back hair so fertile that you need to shave mid-trip, do what you must.)

The Body Hair Groomer comes with three different comb attachments, in case you simply want to trim your ape cape, not remove it entirely. It's $50, plus shipping. It will be our secret.

Product Page [Hammacher.com via Coolest Gadgets]

Pure Cart sanitizes grocery store carts between uses

purecart.jpgMy grocery store ritual is elegance defined: clad in my bespoke HAZMAT suit, complete with shopping list strapped to my groin like a Centurion's skirt, I wheel one clattering cart to the cleaning supplies aisle, fill the basket with as much bleach as it can hold. I then circle to the fresh produce lane, where, after running each blushing peach or head of cabbage through an extensive forensics suite and a test for turgidity under my wrist-mounted air hammer, place each chosen fruit or vegetable into a steel canister, douse it in bleach, and lob in a shaped micro-explosive before quickly pressurizing the capsule.

Working through each aisle to the beat of Skinny Puppy's cover of Marcos Valle's 1966 bossa nova opus "Summer Samba", I replace the jugs of bleach with stacks of Assessment Drums, which, due to fuses inadvertently snipped short when cutting coupons, occasionally jet out of my gloved hands into nearby shelves, sending mildly radioactive capers and gherkins forcibly into the nostrils of gawking housewives. After check-out — completed entirely by placing crisp one hundred dollar bills in the palm of the manager as I skip the registers and proceed to my station wagon — I drive the food to a cold storage cave, into an airlocked vault, and leave each of the samples to proof for a full cycle of the moon. What remains intact and edible after the final sulphuric bath becomes my dinner, or depending on seasonal vagaries, my lunch. I tend to eat a lot of peach pits.

So while I appreciate the idea behind the "Pure Cart" sanitizing system being installed in some grocery stores and will certainly be adding its peroxide-misting system into my own regimen, I do not think I'll be willing to leave my system in the cave unless these stores let me run not only empty carts through the system, but ones also brimming with food and, god willing, other customers.

Product Page [PureCartSystems.com via Retail Design Diva via Oh Gizmo!]