On Saturday, I finished my last piece, just before deadline. "The Best Little Whorehouses in Second Life". Catchy. With a title like that, no-one would miss the irony. At least, not unless they were OUT OF THEIR FUCKING MINDS.

By Sunday, the feces, as they say, had not so much hit the fan, as had ricocheted back into my face, adding a visceral edge to the shit-eating grin I was already wearing. Angry strippers, jealous husbands, enraged pimps - I was getting hit on all sides, even threatened with elimination from Second Life.

But this is a fair world, a civil and just world. A world where safety systems are enabled so that grievances can be resolved in a calm and resolute manner. And so I put that theory into practice.

I went shopping for the biggest badass gun money could buy. With pictures.

More demotivation available at B3ta

- In the new Indiana Jones video game, you'll never see the same action twice. It's something called Euphoria.
- Two guys vacationing in Hawaii, they stumble upon the set from Lost, and they document the journey here.
- A dog and his favorite towel, set to the haunting melodies of Barry White. This is just silly, but what the hell.
- If you gathered together everyone that achieved their 15 seconds of fame via YouTube, it would look like this.
- And did you ever notice the way Spock took those long looks at the Captain? I call this clip Brokeback Starship.

Bob Schieffer is a network news icon and a heck of a nice guy. Last night was the last show of his year and a half anchor gig, where he passed the baton to Ms. Couric. I missed it, but there's a clip from the final moments here.

I'll never forget his line on the Colbert Report regarding the age of the CBS viewing demographic...Many households counted in the ratings for the CBS morning program are actually people who died in the middle of the night with their tv's on.

Cool guy.

Here's the background in case you haven't heard.