As a companion to our glossary of Mariah Carey's 10-cent words, here's a supercut of her talking about her songwriting throughout her 22-year career. Just as she keeps coming back to a heartbreaker, this is something she does incessantly.

Earlier this week, Brit-pop's finest Blur released Blur 21, an exhaustive box set featuring expanded versions of all seven of their studio albums, bonus discs of demos and outtakes and a few DVDs. It's over 20 hours of music. Blur has long represented something very particular in my life whatever the time (Damon Albarn is the first guy I ever allowed myself to acknowledge being attracted to) and with this insurmountable deluge of media, now is no exception.

This week's home-video release of LOL marks Demi Moore's tenth straight bomb. The film, which Lionsgate virtually buried during its miniscule theatrical run, took in a reported $46,500 at the domestic box office — about $10.95 million less than its budget. The movie is bad, the reason the Razzies exist.

A few days ago, Pulitzer prize-winning leftist cocaine site Huffington Post broke the news that Louisiana's Rayville Elementary — currently receiving a "failing" grade from the state — won't allow white students to transfer out due a federal desegregation ruling from 1986. A perfect article to be circulated as evidence of reverse racism! And all it needed was a little bit of "here's the reaction around the web" padding courtesy a quote from the forum ADISC.org.

This year, the Summer Olympics feature three dozen different sports. At least half of them are awful. Instead of hearing all the fans of minor sports complain when you banish them, why not simply fold them into other sports, creating a new, more entertaining sport?

This receipt, with its grand total of £44,660 — about $70,000 — was posted on Reddit yesterday with the headline "My friend's a waiter and this is a receipt for an official lunch for 15 Olympic Bosses. Now we see where all the money's going..." We found the restaurant where the supposed lunch took place.

Long live boom-bap.

Mitt Romney didn't watch his wife's horse Rafalca compete in the Olympics — "I'm not even sure which day the sport goes on," he said to NBC last week. "I will not be watching the event. I hope her horse does well." —so it falls to us to break the news to him: Mitt, the horse participated in dressage today. And it did well, but it didn't medal.

Hey look, Iran's Supreme Leader, Grand Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has joined Instagram. His feed is a quirky mix of blue-hued clouds above Supreme Leader HQ and selfies of him trying on different flowy robes late at night while "Jamin to Fiona Apple."

Like most of us, Mitt Romney saw anthropologist Jared Diamond's Pulitzer prize-winning book Guns, Germs and Steel in a bookstore, and heard some NPR segment about it, and decided to just pretend that he read it. Unlike most of us, Romney is running for president, so when he says this like this:

Politically, that is. Because Pennsylvania Representative Mike Kelly (R) was one day shy of infamy with the terror trifecta when he said this today about the contraception mandate:

This song has been around for a while, but England's Cooly G released her full-length, Playin' Me, on which "Landscapes" appears just a few weeks ago. It's a stunning piece of work that has me racking my brain for a new term to replace the horribly clunky, barely descriptive "post-dubstep" label. (Don't even get me started on "bass music.") Cooly describes her work as having a "deep house tribal dubstep vibe," but that pile-on of words doesn't reflect her sound's sparse elegance. There's also a dash of neo-soul — her approach to songwriting reminds me a lot of Joi's "Sunshine & the Rain," in that many of her songs consist of just a few chanted lines. "Landscapes" is one of them. Instead of sounding undercooked it is hypnotic.

Those involved in the making of this had to be aware of how cathartic it would be for the haters to see Michael Madsen annihilate Justin Bieber, right? The video for the dubbabystep "As Long as You Love Me" is a gift.

Bronies, adult internet nerds who love My Little Pony, have reached the crucial stage of any weird subculture's development. They're being cast on the Jerry Springer. Last night Jerry Springer tweeted out the above casting call. Bronies are not happy at the prospect.

Great Britain won its first gold medal of the 2012 Olympics today — in women's pair rowing — and the country celebrated the only way it knows how: with a rich buffoon doing something embarrassing and ridiculous.

Ed. Note: Unfortunately, we were asked to take down the photograph which originally ran with this story. Which is great because it gave me an excuse to have Jim Cooke illustrate a new one. Just like the last time, he's very disappointed with the results because he was rushed and insisted we say 'Bad Drawings by Jim Cooke.' But instead we will acknowledge his heroic patience once again.

Yesterday, we ran a post devoted to trashing the online wedding announcement of Jessica Hische and Russ Maschmeyer, two well-respected graphic designers with shitloads of friends and fans who all defended them and praised the announcement for its advanced doohickeys and blinkity-blinks. Drew Magary, who authored the post, was impressed with how gracefully Jessica handled his evisceration and suggested we extend an opportunity for her to counterpoint. She declined, but did say we can publish her email response instead:

There are fans of everything on the internet. Even James Holmes, the 24-year-old accused of killing 12 and injuring 58 in the Aurora, Colorado theater shooting. What would drive a bunch of seemingly normal internet geeks to worship a mass murderer? To understand this, you'll have to journey to the dark heart of internet fandom.

The scene above is a great indication of how bad noted sex enthusiast Miley Cyrus's LOL is. It's a movie that Lionsgate all but buried during its millisecond run in theaters. In the clip above, Demi Moore bathes with one daughter and chastises her other, Cyrus' character Lola, for having undergone a Brazilian wax, which she brazenly shows off — well, as brazenly as PG-13 will allow. "Maaahm!" is the wost answer you could possibly give when someone asks if you have a Brazilian. Moments later, Cyrus and Moore spoon in bed. So that's how it is in their family.

MTV's increasingly beloved ab-and-fang fest Teen Wolf is kind of like Girls without grooming...or so a recent Tumblr debate over the show's minority representation would suggest.