For the first season of "Lost" I was more than on board. I was loving it. I dug the unique narrative structure with the crisscrossing story lines, was invested in the characters and fawned over the production value. It was appointment television for me and my roommate Gareth. There were passionate discussions with friends at coffee shops about cryptic events and little clues in the show. I was a fan.

But then, something happened. The second season fired up and "Lost" slowly but surely began to unspool. Tuning in every week began to be Chinese water torture for me. At first, the steady drip of water on the forehead was nothing to worry about, I just got a little wet, no big deal. But after three seasons of the drip constantly striking my brow during every episode, I was ready to go postal. I couldn't take it anymore. So, after much inward thought and reflection, I told "Lost," as my Granddad would say, to bugger off.

Something funny for your Monday night from the folks at FunnyOrDie

Sia feels some pain for her music and has some fun distorting her face with all sorts of objects in this video for "Buttons." Those clothes pins must have hurt.

Here's another of those insanely addictive online games. Chronotron mashes up Lemmings with Cursor 10, to create a platform game where you send multiple versions of yourself back in time to help yourself solve clues. Without creating paradoxes, like making your grandfather wear a condom.

I'm up to level 18 and my day is shot to hell.

(Via Waxy)

When I first heard about The Nipple Gauge, I didn't quite get it. It's a credit card sized plastic measurement device for seeing how your nipple size compares to other people's. And I thought "Why on Earth would a woman want to measure the size of her nipples?"

Then I visited the web site, and saw this selling line, and I realized I'd been thinking about the wrong end-user completely:

The Nipple Gauge is a credit card sized device used for measuring, you guessed it, nipples. Getting her top off has never been easier... It's cheap, it's funny, and it WORKS!

There's genius at work here.

Playboy has put out a casting call for a 55th anniversary playmate, and they're accepting video auditions via YouTube. Unfortunately, that means they're all "no nudity", but in a way, watching the girls trying to prove their bootieliciousness fully-clothed makes the whole thing even more bizarre.

So far there's only been 29 entries, which seems either suspiciously light or suspiciously moderated.

Here's a new definition of "Catch your dinner." Insert quarter, claw one live lobster. The video above is from a restaurant in Maine. But in Osaka, Japan they have a Sub Marine Catcher.

(via OhGizmo.com)

It's a cold wet Monday morning in New York, so what better time to pick than now to officially Name Your Wang. For only $17, you can get a certificate claiming exclusive domain over your own John Thomas. Or Jack, or Pete, or whatever. It's like the Star Registry for me.

When you really look at it, we all have our obsessions. These are just two that people are likely to show to the world. Star Wars and sports obsessions are at least legal!