Try your hand at sketching in a tiny window with your mouse. Since Sketchplanet launched on Oct. 10, it has 21,677 sketches online. Started by Yongfook as a demo for an interview with a web consultancy. He got the job.

The original Sketchplanet (known as "Yongfook's Print Club") was created to prove a hypothesis; let people draw something anonymously and nine times out of ten it will be a picture of a penis.

And you can win fame and ... well, check out the Star Wars Challenge.

A few housekeeping notes here at YBNBY as we continue to improve the site until it reaches “must try harder” status.

1) Apologies to our RSS readers - I reset the feeds today, so all of them will show up as unread, even if you've read them before. I did that to get rid of all the annoying “Amazon” ads that appeared on the bottom of each story. So now you have full feeds that are ad free. Feel the love, people.

2) If anyone so wishes, they can now multiply the volume of crap in their inbox by subscribing to YBNBY via email. While I'd advise everyone to use either RSS or web as their main option, email delivery is there if you want it. The subscription form is at the bottom right of every web page.

3) Regular readers can now also subscribe to an RSS feed of just the comments left on the site. Or, as I like to think of it, The Johnny Chicago Feed.

My favorite blog, Transbuddha is really turning up some gems this week. Here's a kindly old lady introducing a BBC show on punk rock, and going out of her way to explain that the “following program contains 'language' ”... and I'll let you explore the rest yourself. Extreme language warning - also extreme hilarity warning :)

A big shout out to the Transbuddha team. It was actually their site that inspired me to start up this one.

Braving the flood-waters of Wayne, NJ.

Commuting Suicide
Killing myself slowly, day after day
Volume V: "Honk if you're miserable"

This morning our bus had a minor but ear-piercing malfunction. The horn was stuck in the honk position. For twenty-five minutes.

"I don't think he hears it," a fellow passenger hypothesized approximately four minutes in. "Excuse me, sir. Is the horn stuck?"

"Of course it's stuck," he snapped, immediately assigning schmuck status. "Do you really think I'd lean on the horn?"

I really did think he would lean on the horn, and was entirely convinced until his sarcastic reply. I, too, felt like a schmuck.

Then I had a flashback to The Michael Richards Show, a terrible post-Seinfeld flop I'm sure I never watched. But the scene I remembered from the promos was Richards in a convertible, horn stuck, loudly singing Bachman Turner Overdrive's "Taking Care of Business" to drown out the noise. It wasn't funny then, and it surely wasn't funny this morning.

Not much happened during the horn's twenty-five minute anthem. The furious looks by approaching drivers got old. The mood on the bus went from puzzled to furious to defeated. It was like someone said, "What would make this worse?" then turned up the volume.

But, after we pulled over and the driver performed minor surgery, we had peace and quiet. Always an adventure.

Just hopping on board? Check out Volumes I, II, III and IV

Cast your mind back to the days before the internet when, as an underage adolescent. there were only two real ways to get porn (and for those older readers who were too embarrassed to go buy it).

1. Access the stash of dirty books your dad kept hidden away (or at least, mine did)
2. Watch endless hours of scrambled cable porn in the hope that, if you squinted, you might just get a flash of boob

DestroyHotAction relives those days with a blog devoted to quicktime clips of scrambled cable porn. It really is quite mesmerizing Download them and watch them on your video iPod and be the coolest retro-hip guy on the block.

(Oh, if you're at work, you might want to turn down your speakers because the audio isn't scrambled)

This week's recommended new release is Black Hole by Charles Burns.

This new hardcover collection finally brings Burns' highly acclaimed and now hard to track down 12-part series together in one bookshelf-worthy package. Set in Seattle in the 1970s, it is a dark and unique depiction of adolescence as local teenagers find themselves victim to a sexually transmitted disease that turns them into mutated freaks. Some of the mutations are entirely deforming while others are subtle and easy to hide. The story focuses on a group of teens that are forced to join a group of mutated refugees that have started their own sub-culture in the woods outside of town.

Burns' woodcut-like linework and heavy use of blacks belies a psychological dark side to his storytelling and his penchant for clean, almost friendly depictions of the grotesque make you unsure whether you should laugh or cringe. This is his masterpiece which he has been toiling on for years and is now printed in a beautiful Pantheon-published book for us to pore over late into the night.

For a great interview with Burns about this book click here.

And now we have the first music video shot entirely on cellphones for the band The Presidents of the United States of America. Interesting to watch, although once you get over the “hey, cool, they shot this with phonecam's, there's not much too it.

Still, I hadn't posted much else in a couple of days.

- Jon Stewart interviews a man I agree with about 10% of the time...Bill O'Reilly
- Catch one of the clips (turd agitator perhaps) from of my new favorite reality show, Dirty Jobs.
- Two funny Family Guy clips - Asian Trix and Don't Stop Believing.
- A cool Lost fan-site, because I haven't mentioned the show for about 72 hours
- And the Colbert Report is an instant hit. Check out the Gravitas Face-Off with Stone Phillips.