Three nights in Vegas is too. much. time in Vegas. I am not yet recovered. I don’t know where all my moneys went. I have no more self respect. Which means I’m in the perfect mindset to dish up some links. Let’s do this thing.
You heard of CISPA? It’s the Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act and, like spending three nights in Vegas, it’s seems like a good idea but its looking to be pretty poorly executed. (Wired)
You know what’s not poorly executed? “Bunheads.” That show is just great, my meathead friends’ derogations notwithstanding, and Alyssa Rosenberg is pleading with ABC Family to save the “brilliant, strange, female-centered show.” (Think Progress)
If you’re not meathead-strong enough to open a persnickety jar lid on your own, duct tape (yet again) saves the day. (Lifehacker)
You know who probably doesn’t need duct tape to open stuck jars? Chemical engineering student Gaikuo Captain, who’s also a bad-ass artist. (Unreality)
But this Kansas fan probably does. (Source: Deadspin)
I can’t really make fun of the kid because right about him in the gif I keep seeing the flashing final score of my own Temple Owls’ ouster from the tourney. And it might just bring a tear to the eyes. (But congrats to the La Salle Explorers!)
Doing five shots of tequila in five minutes would also bring tears to my eyes. But not Justin Timberlake. He’s clearly a better man than me (and his tequila drinking ability is clearly the only reason this is so). (Warming Glow)
Speaking of things on the other side of the pond, have you listened to BBC Radio 4’s audio production of Neverwhere yet? …Why the f*ck not?! It streams for the rest of this week over on the BBC site and the first episode is also available as BBC’s Drama of the Week podcast, with the other episodes to weekly follow thereafter. (io9)
Apropos of nothing, here is a terrifyingly gigantic crocodile.
This awesome photo comes compliments of Kristen Bell’s Twitter account, with a caption: “Don’t worry, Veronica really loves dick.”
When I woke up in Vegas yesterday, I actually felt like that crocodile — swollen and cramped and stuck in a truck in the outback. I’m not feeling that bad today, but I’m not feeling particularly aces, either. So let’s cut this thing short and go out with a solid supercut. (Source: Press Play)