Watching this cuddle-mongering doggy struggle to figure out how cameras work is certain to take your mind off the fact that Monday is only two short days away.
Company B's weird freestyle/house hybrid "Fascinated" (from 1986) contains my second-favorite first line in pop music: "I want to play with you tonight." Really into the direct approach here. (The last line of the first verse is hilarious, too: "Maybe we could play tonight." I get the feeling that maybe this lady really wants to play?) And don't even get me started on the "love toy" part. This song is a national treasure.
Attention alumni of NYU's College of Dentistry: For just $25 you can have Mark Zuckerberg's goofy dentist dad, Ed Zuckerberg, teach you all about social media marketing! Hopefully the self-proclaimed "Father of Facebook's" tips do not include sending out weirdly-formatted two-page letters to potential clients.
Warning: I'm keeping it vague, but there are things here that could be considered spoilers.
The most famous unwed parents in America may soon wed, The Hollywood Reporter reports. After Angelina Jolie was photographed with a giant diamond on her ring finger, jeweler Robert Procop confirmed that he "did indeed design an engagement ring for Angelina Jolie, designed in collaboration with Brad Pitt." So either they're engaged, or Angie is playing a cruel joke on every tabloid magazine on the planet. [THR]
The public relations industry is the birthplace of nutrition-free filler that grows up to become pseudonews. Sometimes, it can be a terrifying thing to behold in its rawest form. This is PR Dummies. The dumbth of PR, every week.
NBC's The Office may be terminally ill as far as longtime fans are concerned, but the network isn't quite ready to pull the plug just yet.
Motivations are supposed to be pure in Silicon Valley. Facebook, for example, was developed to make the world a better place; its billions of dollars in revenue are just a happy accident. And when a Facebook scion eagerly promoted her titillating new reality show, she was roundly condemned as a terrible sellout—by people who were themselves dying to sell out.
In order to better address the needs of our fitness-obsessed readers, we are introducing this semi-regular column, "I of the Tiger," to take on the vital hardcore fitness issues of our time. Today: pain. Dig it.
Remember how you were watching your personal DVD of the Chris Stokes silver screen classic You Got Served and thought to yourself "man, this movie could really use a stronger Lord of the Flies vibe"?
