This week, Perks is giving you the rock star treatment at Lollapalooza: 20% off your stay at the Hard Rock Hotel Chicago, liberal use of their Gibson loaner guitars, gratis bottles and exclusive access to the after-parties. Also: you’ll get 40% off your next purchase of six scotch chocolate bars. You can get behind just about anything when the words scotch and bar are involved.
Things to do for July 22, 2010
Evil Fortune Cookies, Loud Cars and the Heat
The weekend never breaks a sweat.
Your Friends Are Late
Over the years, you’ve undoubtedly acquired a sterling reputation for punctuality. Translation: you wait around on your friends—at the movies, at work, at beer summits with the president. Here to help: the new iPhone app Where the Flock, which shows you how far away they are and how much longer until they get where you are, all on a live map. Kind of like Pac-Man, with less ghosts.
Introducing the Evil Fortune Cookie
Ah, the fortune cookie—never quite as fun as you hope it will be. (“Flattery will go far tonight.” Thanks, Confucius.) So it’s time to take another, nastier approach. Which is where these things come in—they come with an anti-fortune inside. Something like “Your friends don’t really like you.” It’s like Confucius crossed with Don Rickles.
What You’ll Wear Today
There’s something in the air today. That’s right—humidity. Which brings us to Sleeves, a website that gives you the weather forecast by telling you how long of sleeves you’ll need for the day. It’s looking like tank top weather’s sticking around awhile, but we positively cannot wait for three-quarter sleeve weather.
Signing Documents with Your Face
You’re a busy person. A lot of papers come across your desk, desperate for your approval. And some, you just rubber stamp. And now you can do that literally, with a rubber stamp made out of your face. No, seriously. You can do this now. You have a face meant for stamps.
A Gadget That Sounds Like an Engine
Every once in awhile, you’re forced away from that 450-horsepower behemoth you call your ride—you’re riding a bike, you’re walking, you’re stuck with a crappy 400-horsepower rental car. Fear not: plug this into your cigarette lighter, and reacquaint yourself with the familiar roar of a V8 engine. Which is far less embarrassing than making the sound yourself.