The Fitbit for your d%$k is finally here

Wearable smart technology isn’t cool or really even that useful. For example, smart watches are as cool as calculator watches were a couple decades ago. But damned if companies won’t stop trying to hook you: there’s now a fitness tracker for your penis.

Men, have you ever wanted to feel more self-conscious about your performance in bed? The i.Con is here to help! It’s a Bluetooth-enabled ring you put around your junk to track time elapsed, calories burned and pace. Think of it as a Fitbit, only not on your wrist. You can then upload your data to see how you rank among other dumb guys who thought buying this thing was a good idea.

But don’t put it on your Christmas wish list just yet, the i.Con won’t be available until January, and even then only sold in the U.K. The rest of us will just have to track our performance the old-fashioned way, by accepting the lies of our sex partners.

What is this, where will Apple insert it?

ANSWER: It's a Turn-of-the-Century Handy Tobacco Churn.

CNET blogger Donald Bell raises an interesting/ALARMING question about Apple’s latest patent application: is this “the missing link” to the eventual iPod brain implant?

Sure, the drawing may look like an old-timey patent circa the cotton gin or filtered cigarettes. But if you look closer (go on), it’s actually a headset MP3 player.

But that’s not all! It’s a Bluetooth headset that stores your media files, plays them like a Shuffle (same four songs, infinitum) and records voice notes and can still connect to your phone, etc.

So, it plays the same song stuck over and over in your brain, records your thoughts, operates your phone and probably undresses people you see on the street.

Sounds like our brains, only with memory.

Take it from Snee: My friends are emotionally needy

Or, 25 Things About Me

I’ve been successfully ignoring Facebook for nigh-on three months when I start getting emails about friends tagging me in notes. As an Internet celebrity, that makes me nervous: who knows what my friends are saying about me when writing 25 things about themselves?

Imagine my surprise to find they had written not a got-milked thing about me! (Are you angry? Good imagining!)

So, as a service to you readers (especially the angry ones), here are 25 things about me: Continue reading Take it from Snee: My friends are emotionally needy