When you cohabitate with a boyfriend/girlfriend/manfriend, especially in New York City or any of its lesser boroughs, the best day you share with that special someone is Sunday. This is the only day of the week where a shared living space does not feel like a hostile takeover. "This is why we do this," you'll say to yourself, gazing at your significant roommate-lover, momentarily forgetting about all the excess hair caught in the drain and that the ice cube trays are always half-frozen or empty. Because it's Sunday. "To Sundays, to our Sundays" then you clink glasses of Bloody Marys and find the right page of the Times' magazine to dry-hump on top of until it's time to watch BreakingLandMenBlood. The rest of the week is spent trying to remember how to breath without screaming. Cohabitation is the centerpiece of this week's episode, titled "It's a Shame About Ray," a nod to the Lemonheads song. [The episode was directed by Jesse Peretz, former bass player for the Lemonheads and son of former New Republic owner and wealthy man-about-Tel Aviv Martin Peretz ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.—Ed.] You may remember that last week featured a Duncan Sheik song. This means that Lena Dunham is only one Cranberries reference away from becoming a bona fide 90's bitch.

An adult film actress best known for her roles in such acclaimed spanksploitation talkies as Big Booty Bomb #2 and Lesbian Pussy Power #4 is preparing her body to boldly go where no porn star has gone before: Space.

When Michael Jackson died, people clamored to determine the rightful heir to the King of Pop. None of the contemporary young male singers batted around – Usher, Ne-Yo, certainly not Chris Brown (despite his mother's grandiose claims) — satisfactorily fit the bill. Talent abounds, but none of these guys quite has MJ's levels of musical virtuosity, fascinating eccentricity and the ability to package them in appropriately surreal performance. Granted, the search seemed doomed, as the entire angle of Michael Jackson's celebrity was that there was only one of him. But now it is clear that by turning to men (and men-children), we were looking in the wrong place: the heir to Michael Jackson's throne is none other than King B.

While we were all busy looking towards more obvious places like Los Angeles and the Albany district courthouse for signs of the inevitable Robot Uprising, the harbinger of humanity's impending demise at the hands of machines was quietly signaling its arrival by the side of a nondescript road in Tacoma, Washington.

No, Ray Lewis did not kill the lights. Bane, the human Goatse, wasn't to blame. And it wasn't the Frogman's dedicated beard dryer, nyuck nyuck. Rather, the explanation that's been offered as to why the Superdome mysteriously went dark last night, holding America hostage to stretching football players, confused anchors, and an Oreo hashtag, was something far more mundanely vague—an "abnormality" in the electrical system.

Back in 2006, pre-(500) Days of Summer, Joseph Gordon-Levitt was a B-list celebrity at best.

A homeless, hatchet-wielding hitchhiker named Kai is being hailed as a hero after saving a woman from the clutches of a bear-hugging racist who claimed to be the reincarnation of Jesus Christ.

Shaq is many things. He's a legendary basketball player with a growing business empire and a one-time great film career. He was also a rapper. But did you know he's a Beyoncé fan? Neither did we until Super Bowl Sunday, when he let the whole world know.

As you may have heard, the Baltimore Ravens survived tonight's Beyonce-caused power outage and won Super Bowl XLVII. In addition to the half-hour blackout, there were crucial missed calls, inspiring viral marketing campaigns worthy of thorough investigation, and excellent sideline tantrums. But how did Joe Flacco, the game's MVP and the world's dullest person, react, live on CBS?

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From the second she appeared silhouetted in black against a field of smoke and ghosts to the moment she cut power to the New Orleans Superdome just to prove to Michelle that she could, it was clear that Beyoncé viewed the Super Bowl as a Beyoncé concert where a few fans had gathered in the parking lot to play a quick game of touch football.

Well, that was one way to quiet the lip-synching haters/give credence to rumors of Illuminati: Minutes after Beyoncé's inspired performance and just moments after a record-setting kickoff return from the Baltimore Ravens' Jacoby Jones, power went out in over half of the Superdome. CBS's James Brown said the outage was caused by a power surge. Another CBS reporter who spoke with NFL officials said the blackout was caused after an outside power source was lost. NFL and stadium officials reset the lights and, after a 35-minute delay, power was restored. So far, no official reason has been given but, for now, certain groups are denying responsibility:

President Obama said the Boy Scouts of America should lift their ban on gay members.

On this night, when America celebrates sport and spectacle, a great American athlete and entertainer is possibly in his last days. Muhammad Ali is near death, his brother reports. Ali, who was stripped of his title after refusing to fight in the Vietnam War (only to win it back), has been suffering from Parkinson's Disease since 1984.

From one of our readers, a sign from a man named Joe. Joe is on a mission.

To deny the Illuminati exists is to strengthen it. By the transitive property, Kanye West has made Pusha T a member.

Across the country, police officers have very little incentive to tell the truth. Is that such a crazy thing to say?

Simcha Jacobovici, the Canadian documentary director who claimed in 2011 to have found two of the nails used to crucify Jesus, is suing archaeologist Joe Zias for libel. There are few things more enjoyable than fights between academics, particularly when one of the academics is being accused of pandering and sensationalism. The blog posts fly thick and fast, the Change.org petitions sing with wounded intellectual pride ("we the undersigned simply and collegially request that Mr. Jacobovici abandon his lawsuit"), and everyone gets a chance to play.

The Baltimore Ravens beat the San Francisco 49ers 34-31 in Super Bowl XLVII, but there almost wasn't any second half at all — an electrical screw-up at the Superdome plunged the stadium into darkness just a few minutes after Beyoncé's jaw-dropping halftime performance. Read on for more about the Blackout Bowl: