In 2004, The New York Times' Stephanie Zacharek negatively reviewed the video for the Beastie Boys' new single "Ch-Check It Out." MCA a.k.a. Adam Yauch, who died today at the age of 47, had directed the video under his pseudonym Nathanial Hornblower. He didn't take kindly to Zacharek's review, and let her know in a letter to the Times demanding, among other things, that she send him a goat.

You would think that we Americans have conceived of every possible ice cream flavor on Earth. The ice cream aisle at your local grocery store occupies 40 percent of the total floor space, and that's before you get to all the Turkey Hill shit at the end of the aisle that's on sale because no one wants it. Famous ice cream shops like The Ice Cream Store have come up with flavors like Bacon, Booger, Mountain Dew, Caramel Popcorn, Motor Oil (which really does taste like motor oil), White Wine, Sweet Corn, and more. And fancy pancy restaurants love to present you with all kinds of ice cream with crazy ingredients like fennel dust and foie gras and eye of newt and whatever the fuck else makes them sound innovative.

"Artisan." Remember the word "artisan?" Perfectly valid word. Described an actual type of thing. Until the ad world got ahold of it, put it on the street, and pimped it out until every last chemical food concoction assembled by robots out of petroleum byproducts was marketed as "artisan." Totally killed the word. "Bespoke?" You're next.

I was wrong. You may actually be able to delete your old embarrassing MySpace profile even if you're completely locked out of the account. But you must pose for a picture with your MySpace URL like it's 2003 and you're trying to prove to your webcam girlfriend that you're not a total scammer.

At long last, incontrovertible proof that LMFAO is destroying the youth of America.

Adam Yauch, better known to music fans as MCA of the legendary hip hop triumvirate Beastie Boys, passed away today at the age of 47 following a battle with cancer.

Chris Harrison, host of ABC's The Bachelor and its various spin-offs, is separating from his wife Gwen after 18 years of marriage, People magazine reported last night.

At the National Magazine Awards ceremony in Manhattan's Marriott Marquis hotel ballroom, famed New York Magazine editor Adam Moss took the stage with chocolate on his face, almost certainly from the Chocolate Pot du Créme dessert course served only minutes before. It had gotten into the stubble under his lower lip in a smear that covered a goodly part of his chin, giving him the appearance of a man casually accepting an award for Best Magazine Section just after being punched repeatedly in the mouth. The three sizable television screens placed at the back of the stage enlarged Moss's chocolatey visage so that it could be clearly seen from the back of the room. Though his cacao calamity was the subject of many whispers amongst the assemblage, its existence did not appear to register in the consciousness of Adam Moss whatsoever. He left the stage without incident.

Spotted in the Living section of today's Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, an unintended reflection on the importance of a good copy editor.

Sure, it may seem like a useless pet trick now, but just wait until you come across a life-or-death situation in which you desperately need to pretend to inflate your dog like a balloon.

During a visit with his mom to The Metropolitan Museum of Art last summer, 13-year-old Benjamin Lerman Coady of West Hartford, Connecticut, learned a valuable lesson: Museums can sometimes be wrong.

A student drinking game that involves sitting in a tree and quaffing booze until you lose your balance and fall has become something of a sport in the city of Dunedin on New Zealand's South Island.

"Let's teach horny frogs to zip it up" is the headline today on the professional newspaper column written by Andrea "Sexxx Sexxx Sexxx Sexxx Embittered Tabloid Lady" Peyser. Seems like a good headline for someone whose primary interests are anger and frog cocks. (Andrea Peyser.) What is in this column, today?

It's time to talk about one of the overlooked banes of the internet: The Curse of the Zombie MySpace Profile. Many former MySpace users are stuck forever with old profiles stamped across their Google results like a bad butterfly tattoo, reminding everyone of how lame they once were. Including me.

The heads of Vogue's 19 international editions have come together to form a six-point pact which promises, among other things, to stop the practice of working with models younger than 16, or those who, at the editors' discretion, are determined to be suffering from an eating disorder.

The 280-pound black bear that captivated a nation with its tranquilized tumble off a tree near the CU Boulder dorms in Williams Village last week has sadly been recalled to Bear Heaven after being struck by two cars early yesterday morning.

Men. Canada is full of them. And women. In almost equal numbers. But should they be friends? Or only sex partners and enemies? These are the questions plaguing our northern neighbors, as evidenced by an article recently published and republished on several of the websites of the country's major newspapers owned by the Postmedia publishing group:

There are several points of contention surrounding an April incident in which an Ohio sheriff's deputy forced inmates locked down in his jail's special disciplinary area to dance for his amusement.
Let's analyze them now.

Teen heartthrob Mick Jagger will host and serve as musical guest on the season finale of Saturday Night Live, on May 19, it was announced Thursday.