I don't think I've ever used a can opener with any kind of confidence or skill.  It's maddening.  I always feel like I just woke up after the Zombie/Nuclear/Plague/Religious Apocalypse, and am trying my best to open a bloated, mystery metal can with a rock, a twig, and a tailpipe from an abandoned Toyota Camry, … Continue reading A Moment with Domestic Incompetence // #1 →