A ‘Major Row’ over Sony’s promotion of their new God of War PS2 game, where you play a, uh, god of war, in ancient Greek myth time. Because meat is “sickening.”

The nice thing about Muslim women is that they really care about their men. Is that so wrong?

Here’s the thing about these precious articles about douchey New York urbanites – they strive so hard to make horrible, horrible people seem relatable. But you know what? I don’t relate. It’s hard to relate when I’m the kind of person these horrible, horrible people are complaining about.

Yes. All-Time.

Here’s the thing. This whole Virginia Tech thing has been one giant media wet dream. It’s clear from the videos and the “plays” he wrote that the guy wasn’t crazy. He was straight up retarded. If something doesn’t come out confirming he was autistic I’ll eat the paint off my wall.

The only clusterfuck bigger than the soon to be bankrupt school’s negligence in tracking down a double murderer who hung out in his dorm room for two hours before wiping out an entire auditorium is the media’s pissing contest across party lines. Right-wing radio calls for looser gun laws. Left-wing pundits call for stricter gun laws. Ultra right-wingers see an excuse to, true story, crack down on immigration. And ultra left-wingers, well, I’m not sure what they’re exposing here.

The idea of defending Camille Paglia is all very strange to me. But apparently what she’s saying is… not true? Really? Really?

Could someone explain to me what is not true about that? I’d really appreciate it.

This was a horrific explosion of rage and violence resulting in a catastrophic loss of life. But this was not some crazy, senseless act by an evil person. It was a deadly collision of modern society and a brain literally not built to handle it. It’s sad and shocking and everyone’s prayers should go out to the families forever changed by it. But if you really can’t “make sense” of it, I’d recommend checking to make sure you’re not holding a stick.

I’ve been bad.

Actually I’ve been getting goat-screwed. I haven’t had a day off in 3 weeks. Today’s the first day I’ve gotten home before dark since President’s Day. Which, incidentally, I worked on. I can’t feel my face and my eyeballs feel like they’ve got jock itch. The asinine stories I could tell would cause reverberations throughout the knock-knock joke of Atlanta’s ad scene that would ensure the eventual fulfillment of my dream job of assistant-managing a Best Buy.

All in all, I’m loving life.

I don’t know who this guy is, why I should care about him, and why he shouldn’t be raped to death in jail.

Do The Right Thing as told by Sesame Street Little People.
Surprisingly, NSFW

Leave it to the BBC to blow the doors off The Westboro Baptist Church.

Illustrator, sad-sack and overall graphic genius Chris Ware supplies his uniquely depressing style to an animated story for next week’s installment of the television version of This American Life. The prepositions stop now.

Seriously. Do not click this link. If you click it, then you’ll see two naked men with thier bodies painted like The Human Torch and a black Captain America fighting each other. So clearly, you’re not going to click it.

Scratching my head, loving Craig, regretting not taking that scrapbooking class.

of a catalytic converter that does not exist.

If you want to watch the whole 45-minute show, it’s here.

Any VC’s out there looking to make a killing in the burgeoning vitamin water world need look no further. Also good for whack-a-mole training.

The Power of Gmail in the palm of your hand.

He’d nuke Iran on Good Friday. Get your affairs in order. Here comes the Rapture.

Nickelodeon Teen Choice Awards after-party erupts in gunfire. Sadly, no teen fatalities, because they can’t even do that right.