Deep in the woods of northern Florida, there exists a sanctuary for felines who have been left behind by extreme circumstances and extreme people: Caboodle Ranch, located smack in the middle of a wildlife preserve, is 30 acres of land devoted to providing otherwise-homeless cats some sanctuary and companionship. Lots of companionship, actually; there are currently six hundred and sixty cats living in the village, which is also full of cat-sized buildings where the kitties are allowed to roam around. After the jump, a video of life on the ranch (if you can stand the adorableness, not to mention the sick guitar riffs that drop in at a [...]
The followup to Cee-Lo Green's gleefully profane "Fuck You" is, perhaps out of necessity, a love song, albeit one that takes just as many sonic cues from the past as its predecessor. (A matched set! Aw, just like in real love.) The track is pleasant enough, with Cee-Lo's scratchy-sweater voice sounding quite fine over a seemingly endless loop of strings; the abrupt segue on this British radio rip actually makes me wonder if there's another minute or so to the track that got cut off by the overly excitable DJ who introduces the thing. [Via]
"Only if they asked." —Vatican astronomer Guy Consolmagno on the likelihood of his baptizing an alien, a question that came up after he talked about his sci-fi-borne love of the stars and noted to reporters in the UK that "any entity — no matter how many tentacles it has — has a soul." It would seem that he's even including the "narrow group of creationist fundamentalists in America" that he railed against elsewhere in his Q&A session in that soul census, which reads like something of a relative olive branch.
Bethany Storro, the self-proclaimed "nice girl" from Vancouver, Wash., who claimed that she was accosted by a woman who called her "pretty girl" and offered her a drink — then threw a cup full of acid in her face, resulting in fairly severe chemical burns on her face and neck — has admitted that she made up the whole thing. "In many ways this is something that just got bigger than what she expected," a flack for the local police said. It sure did! And it sure makes certain details from the story originally recounting the attack stand out even more:
Nestled in the extremely heartening announcement that Polly Jean Harvey could be releasing a follow-up to 2007's White Chalk early next year was a clip of "The Last Living Rose," a new song that she premiered live last year at the Camp Bestival fest. Why it took so long for a new PJ Harvey song to make its way to someone who considers herself a pretty big fan of the performer in question is a matter that will likely be part of my endless ruminations about the unwieldy nature of "keeping up" in an era where there is simply too much media, and how the resulting glut leads to [...]
Those of you who thought that Oprah Winfrey would celebrate her final year by extending the Olive Branch Of Harpo Productions in the direction of former book-club-scorner Jonathan Franzen can pat yourselves on the back: The Big O has decided to pick Franzen's much-discussed tome Freedom as her final Oprah's Book Club selection. The announcement will reportedly take place on tomorrow's episode, so be sure to bookmark the Faces Of The Last Season Of Oprah Tumblr before then.
Astronomers are predicting that the first Earth-like planet orbiting another star will be discovered sometime around next May, if recent trends in discovering extrasolar planets keep up:
"'What you got there, a little hobby or something?' Jay-Z asked [Adrian] Grenier. Mr. Grenier smiled big. 'You have a great night, man,' the rapper added. 'You too,' said Mr. Grenier. 'Good luck. I know you don't need it. Confidence! You've got it.' Jay-Z looked at him through his sunglasses. 'I was going to say the same thing to you,' he said. He turned away and strolled into the room with the mannequins."
Los Angeles Times columnist James Rainey sheds a little bit of light on people who appear on many of this country's local newscasts pitching toys — yes, toys! is nothing sacred? — and who are paid by the companies that produce the products being touted. Unfortunately, the people in the newsrooms that chase these stories don't exactly subscribe to the old journalistic maxim of "If your source says she really really really loves a toy and mysteriously is able to travel around the country with nothing but this particular message in mind, check her income stream out":
Above, a new pro-vegetarian spot from the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine that's making explicit the link between fast-food consumption and heart disease. Like, really explicit: The corpse at the center the ad died gettin' his burger on, as evidenced by the Big Mac Of Death that remains in his hand while a woman weeps over his lifeless body.
Real talk: "Nassau County State Of Mind" > the candied slab of saccharine that is the "Glee" version of Jay-Z and Alicia Keys' "Empire State Of Mind." And despite this Autotuned, overly precious assault on his Big Apple anthem, Jay-Z is still having a pretty decent run this week, what with his bonkers, cameo-studded Yankee Stadium shows and the fact that he hasn't released a cringe-inducing AC/DC cover yet. (There's still time, though?)
Have you started dating someone recently? Have you noticed that in the rush of your new relationship and finding out all the cute things about your new squeeze and the dates and the fun and the lovey-dovey social-networking proclamations and omg the sex that some of your closest friendships have run a little, well, cold? Well, OK, you probably didn't notice. (Because omg the sex!) But that's all right, because once you come up for air and/or breakup drinks, Science will be here to remind you why certain people haven't been returning your calls as quickly as they might have mere months ago.