A lot happened this year. You got incepted. You learned to pronounce Eyjafjallajökull. (Congrats on that one.) But more importantly, you learned about self-destructing text messages. Here, a recap of the very best.
Once you’ve traveled in a shark-shaped personal submarine, it’s hard to go back to any other mode of transportation. Especially when it includes an onboard stereo, built-in video game console and (for good measure) 12-foot jump capacity.
You try to stay prepared for everything, even the possibility (however remote) of booze-related overindulgence. This pill-sized cocktail of vitamin C, amino acids and milk thistle helped you do just that. Now to celebrate your accomplishment...
Those candid shots from your birthday party really needed a broader canvas to do them justice... so you had these folks print them onto a genuine, oil painting–style canvas. Then you sold them to an Austrian collector for $10 million. It’s been a good year.
Whether it was The Social Network or following Bieber’s every tweet, this was the year you needed a vacation from the Web. So we clued you in to a pair of sites offering breaks from Facebook, Twitter or even the entire Internet. Bieber will miss you.
There were a few texts this year that would’ve been dangerous in the wrong hands. (Specifically, all those “diplomatic cables” to Carla Bruni.) This app made sure they disappeared from your contact’s phone just after they were opened. Consider yourself un-incriminated.
It’s hard to believe now, but at one point this year, it was warm all the time and you wore polo shirts and casually rumpled oxfords made by a tennis pro and pair of Levi’s and Gap alums, respectively. Actually, that’s not hard to believe at all.
