"Brother, can you spare a dime?"
E.Y. "Yip" Harburg


Dear our Government,

Well, I should have seen this coming. Years of reckless living and frivolous spending has finally caught up to ole J-Dub. Can you believe it? Bust out the checkbook, Government, I need a bailout.

The circumstances that brought me to his point are still pretty murky. It's vexing. You would think that churning out childish drivel for an online pop culture blog would have me in the black. Not so!

We're at "threat level midnight," here Government. Time for you to step up to the plate, knock the dirt off your cleats and be a hero.

Lovers in the UK have trouble saying a quick goodbye. Their passionate lip lock goodbyes take so long, it's causing congestion, delays and danger on the nations train platforms.

Now Virgin Rail is testing a solution. Living up to it's prudish name, the train operator is posting designated kissing and no kissing areas at some stations.

Can they, should they, get away with this?
More importantly, have they thought about the real consequences of this decision?

Gettin' all literary on me. 'Cause breaking up is hard to rhyme.

(via Bits and Pieces)

In high school, I wrote a script called The North Sea, which involved a creature from the ocean (THEY DRILLED TOO DEEP!) running around an oil rig off the coast of Norway and systematically dispatching the residents. Figuring it was an excellent place for a horror movie, as it was isolated, full of hidden areas, and capable of being blown up for the film's spectacular finale, the movie seemed to write itself. But I soon realized that I was tapping into the normal conventions of monster/horror films and the script probably still sits on the cluttered hard drive of my old Macintosh IIci ... alone and waiting...

Hotel developers see off shore oil rigs, not as settings for some of the most horrific deaths possible, but as potential high-end luxury hotels. According to this article from Gizmodo, developers are looking into the possibility of converting some of the 4,000 almost decommissioned rigs in the Gulf of Mexico into playgrounds for the world's elite. (Who, more than likely, made their fortunes from the very rigs they're vacationing on.)

The heart wants love. The mind wants sensible partner. But What Would Penis Do?
Here's a clue...

It's part of a promo for Levni Yilhaz book Sunny Side Down and another Tales of Mere Existence.

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With the advent of the racing sausages by the Milwaukee Brewers (guess which one is chorizo), it was only time before another pro team followed suit.....

Forget the internet, or antiseptics. It's not even the wheel or fire. No, the greatest single invention ever is body paint. Made popular in the last several years of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, body painting is the best of both worlds. Yes, you're looking at naked women, but because they're covered with the smallest layer of paint, you don't feel like a total pervert. We've covered body painting on this site before, but I thought I'd take a moment and put some of the web's best offerings in one place for everyone to enjoy.

(Note: Yeah, they look like clothes, but you're really staring at boobs. So it's potentially NSFW)