Last Friday, a Canadian man live-tweeted his proposal of marriage to his girlfriend. The story went slightly viral as it unfolded—more than 700 response tweets came in bearing the hashtag #MikeProposes over the course of Mike Duerksen's 12 hour tweet session—and has since exploded in a major way as the Internet has, in typical self-fellating fashion, clamored to read more stories about itself.

The endorsement of ex-relevant-person Ted Nugent has unsurprisingly resulted in some distracting backlash for GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney, who was forced to respond today through spokeswoman Andrea Saul to a quasi-threat the rocker made over the weekend on President Obama's life.

In the spirit of today's ‘90s musings, here's my favorite R&B one-hit wonder recording of the post-new jack swing era (well, maybe second favorite after Adina "Freak Like Me" Howard). The ‘90s were a big time for gangstas-are-people-too sentiment, but it mostly just came via cinema like Boyz N the Hood and Menace II Society. "Gangsta Lean" was the rare example of this in song, providing a nice counterpoint to the superheroic (or vigilante-esque or whatever) imagery of gangsta rap.

Today, the ‘90s new jill swing trio SWV (Sisters with Voices) released their first non-holiday album since 1997's Release Some Tension. This fourth full-length is full of songs that find the fortysomething women singing about various states of love and longing, but the subtext is so blatant that it's practically just text. The album is called I Missed Us, named after a song that reminisces about past love, but named for the nostalgia that fuels this comeback and its contents.

Some two years ago, Lilith Performance Studio invited Indonesian performance artist Melati Suryodarmo to exhibit an older piece of hers entitled "EXERGIE- Butter dance."

The hot girls of Double Take are just that — hot girls. But don't let their hotness intimidate you. As they intone in "Hot Problems" — the duo's debut single — "we're just like you, except we're hot."

What's the "hot" news in Wisconsin today? And by hot we mean "explicitly sexual?" As in slang for that? Ha, I'm glad "you" asked. (Meaning me, rhetorically).

Two Sundays ago, the New York Times ran an article about Mitt Romney and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. The two have known each other for about 35 years. They went through Boston Consulting Group's "boot camp" together. They "can almost speak in shorthand." They finish each other's sentences and once accidentally ate from opposite ends of the same long strand of spaghetti. Their lives are an endless geopolitical meet-cute: Romney wants to run the nuclear big-box store of the United States, but he has enough love in his heart that he'd never crush the beautiful Middle Eastern shop around the corner.

Showing they know a thing or two about selling bacon burgers, Burger King Japan has begun offering paying customers the option of super-sizing just the bacon portion of their Whoppers.

An Austin man is fuming over what he says was the unjust killing of his dog by a police officer who arrived at his house by mistake.

Last year, NBC News hired Chelsea Clinton to "report" on things for them, because here in America, major news networks are purely in the entertainment business and the privileges of dynastic nepotism will get you everywhere. That is why she was hired. Because of who her parents are. It has nothing to do with her abilities, or the concept of "journalism." I'm sure she's nice and smart and all. But that is not why she was hired by NBC News. Okay? Now. How is that going?

The Upper Austrian village of Fucking is fucking sick and fucking tired of all the fucking jokes, so its 104 inhabitants (demonyn: Fuckingers) are getting together to mull a name change.

If your gmail is down right now, you're not the only one. There's currently a widespread outage, judging from Twitter—our own Maureen O'Connor reports that her gmail is displaying this sad "Temporary Error" message. We have no idea what's causing it, but for now, the best course of action is to pretend that you can't do any work at all without your email and go outside.

Behold, the perfect storm of Paz de la Huerta: America's messiest starlet eating burrito while having a purposeful wardrobe malfunction, in front of the paparazzi on a street in New York. Paz, bra, burrito. Let this be the holy trinity of New York City celebrity sightings, forever.

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Interested in celebrity dick size? Boy, do I have the book for you: Celebrities with Big Dicks like Jay-Z, Liam Neeson, Colin Farrell, and Many More, edited by one Dana Rasmussen. It's out of stock right now on Amazon—I bought the last copy—but you can order one of three used copies available, starting at the low price of $37.73 (plus shipping).

On last night's episode of NBC's enfeebled, Broadway-adoring show Smash, Uma Thurman dropped by to give the show within a show some star power. I suppose her presence was to benefit Smash itself, but didn't work, as the episode brought Smash to a series low in ratings. Poor Uma. Slumming it on TV in TV's actual slums.

The Space Shuttle Discovery, piggybacking aboard a Boeing 747, touched down at Dulles International Airport a short while ago, capping a leisurely ride up to Washington D.C. from Cape Canaveral, Florida.

Yesterday, New York Times foreign correspondent Jeffrey Gettleman (pictured) won a Pulitzer for his reporting on strife and famine in Africa. Though the Times traditionally decides who of its reporters deserve nominations, Gettleman didn't wait for the bosses—he nominated himself. Does that make him an asshole?

James Franco offers some choice words for writer Sam Anderson, who wrote Franco's New York profile, and the Portlandians behind fan fiction opus Fucking James Franco: They are all using him. The Hollywood Reporter reports,