In college, the last day of classes was a HUGE party day, and my suite was hosting our society's party, complete with a fair bit of alcohol. After purchasing the alcohol, the buyers decided the safest place for a bunch of bottles of Andre, schnapps and tequila was the oven, but didn't tell anyone else.

I think I almost died when I preheated the oven to bake a cake that night, and soon started hearing a crackling sound and smelled a strange smell. Luckily, it was a crappy stove, and only got into the low 100s before I caught the problem.

To be truthful, I'm not sure what you can do to improve, but what you're doing right: I love the wide range of topics you cover. It's very esoteric, and it is almost always something new and interesting.