Apparently, Westboro Baptist has just discovered Graceland, decided This Shall Not Stand, and are in town to spread their special brand of love.

I think Clan Phelps seriously underestimated the sheer number and variety of Elvis impersonators that can be summoned on demand to appear and mock them.

So I finally got around to checking out Vine, Twitter's six-second video posting thingy. Okay, the Vine add-on for XBMC, but still. Two-thirds of Vine posts seem to be bored high school kids and their friends mugging for the camera, though there's the occasional nugget of entertainment to be had: One genuinely funny clip had a black teenage boy jamming to some country music in his car. When he spots one of his friends looking at him, he immediately flips on some rap and starts thugging out. Anyway, six seconds is plenty short enough to endure the banal bored kids clips to find the good stuff.

Though I watched maybe sixty clips and only saw boobs once. No dicks, though, so there's that.

When a full can of Pringles has less sodium than a can of your tomato soup, there is too fucking much salt in your product!

If money shots are so important and special in a porn scene, why do they always put them all in the opening credits?

So, they're basically a Japanese Guns N Roses tribute band who raided Prince & The Revolution's wardrobe?

One and a half rounds in, I've lost one Final Four team, one Elite Eight* and four Sweet Sixteen teams. Plus the hometown team got mauled.

At least my championship game teams are still alive and kicking.

*Correction: Two Elite Eight (Friggin Gonzaga).

Yes, that's Keisha Knight-Pulliam, folks.

Though to be fair, it's not like Paula Abdul's musical resume was that much stronger than Minaj's...

On the other other hand, I couldn't ID a Nikki Minaj single at gunpoint.

Ray Lewis can eat all the dicks. That is all.

Finally saw the video of Alex Jones going zero-to-batshit in thirty seconds on the Piers Morgan show (Seriously: The man jumps the rails and floors it about halfway through his second sentence). The man was a rebel flag hat, an open Natty Light and a can of Skoal Bandits away from filling THE ENTIRE "Paranoid Gun Nut" bingo card.

The word "classic" holds certain connotations. Age. Quality. Notoriety.

So when I fire up "Classic Hip-Hop Radio", I do not expect to hear an Eminem song. And not even one of his hits, at that.

That's like launching "Classic R&B" and getting a Beyonce song.

For the record, firing up "Run-DMC Radio" got me the results I was actually looking for.

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When Penny Arcade has non-gaming related politics nailed:



Posted in response to a petition to get Piers Morgan deported. Seriously.