After learning that Kentucky led the nation in the number of meth labs seized last year, glory-hungry (and hopefully flame-retardant) Missourians rigged up more labs than ever to make sure their state reclaimed the title of "America's meth capital."
For those of you who keep track of America's conservative family-values Republicans who are caught doing sexy gay things, here's a new name to add to your lists: Southaven, Mississippi mayor and failed Congressional candidate Greg Davis, who allegedly billed taxpayers $67 for purchases at a Canadian gay sex shop called Priape.
Former University of Northern Colorado student Tom Mink (right) (ha, just kidding—left!) just received a $425,000 settlement from a bunch of Colorado cities for improperly searching his home and confiscating his computer after he'd created "Junius Puke," the Photoshop at right of UNC finance professor Junius Peake.
Today we learned that advertising comes in all shapes, sizes, and ages. As humans, we are all one big walking, talking demographic as far as advertising goes. Mother, father, sister, uncle, grandmother, the ads target us all (this is really what the Tree of Life was about, FYI). But because today was a Golden Girls kind of day in the ad world, let's stick to that. Some commenters over at Sterling-Cooper put their noggins together and came up with some additional campaigns.
The Marist College Institute for Public Opinion has done its annual survey and declared "whatever" the "word or phrase considered to be the most annoying in casual conversation" in 2011. Right. Ummm... sure. I mean... whatever.
Jack the Giant Killer, from X-Men director Bryan Singer, is the latest in a string of classic fairy tales darkly adapted for the screen. The problem with these is that they try so hard to avoid the kiss of box office death that is the for-kids-and-adults genre, that they end up being a silly, self-conscious incarnation of the anti-family flick and up looking like a Twilight afterthought, aesthetically anyway. And thus we have Jack, a retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk featuring Nicholas Hoult, the kid from the British Skins.
For years, nay, decades, public health scolds have tried and tried to politely inform the American people that drinking gallon upon gallon of Fanta cola in lieu of water could have negative health effects, including but not limited to the fact that we as a nation are now enormous. But! Now, public health advocates have learned to tap into that most primal fear of Americans: fear of exercise.
Congratulations to all the horrible people on Twitter (and there are so, so many of you): A judge has just ruled that posting thousands of creepy, insane, obsessive rambling messages at someone is a constitutional right.
Britney Spears is engaged to a normal (though how normal could he be, really?) named Jason Trawick. According to TMZ, Jason was poised to pop the question tonight, but after a mysterious status update cropped up on Le Spears' Facebook wall earlier this afternoon, it would appear that the engagement took place last night.
The outpouring of grief, goodwill, and teary encomia that has attended news of Christopher Hitchens' passing would—if he was anything like the persona he presented in print—have turned his stomach. He loathed sentiment, welcomed combat, and delighted in inflicting hard truths. In that spirit, it must not be forgotten in mourning him that he got the single most consequential decision in his life horrifically, petulantly wrong.
