Thursday, April 24, 2014

All I want for Christmas is my...


This contraption - if ever that word fit - was, and could only have been, the brain child of a desperate frustrated writer. I KNOW HOW HE FEELS. Still, I don't think he should give up his day job just yet.

This bizarre helmet supposedly helped focus by rendering the wearer deaf, piping them full of oxygen, and limiting their vision to a tiny slit. (1925)

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