What's the least fun thing you can think of? I mean, excepting the obvious, like performing your own root canal without anesthesia or watching your pet die or something. How about going to a Black Eyed Peas concert? How about going to a Black Eyed Peas concert where Tom Cruise comes out on stage in sunglasses and a leather jacket to plug his new movie, to which the Black Eyed Peas contributed a song? And then how about if Will-I-Am tells you that you get to be one of "the first cats" to hear the new song?

First of all, let's get this out of the way, the bodily fluids in question were not contained inside the bottles of Corona. In fact, the bodily fluids were not "thrown," apparently, despite the official charges, they were spit. And, they were just spit. Nevertheless, this is a story from the "Jersey Mayhem" section of the Asbury Park Press that really earns the distinction.

"As for me, I can't really figure it out. I did make my avatar look pregnant and go travelling around to see if people noticed, I didn't have the scripted text with the baby talk, so no one took much notice, but it didn't feel right for me. I think I'll stick with my virtual Siamese kitten Max, he sleeps anywhere without the need of a cot or a buggy and runs around without me looking after him, but maybe I'm the exception to the rule, because there are plenty of SL shops doing very well in the baby business! It must be that human instinct that people want to [...]

Monday, in New York magazine! "Dog-walking with the novelist and vegetarian polemicist Jonathan Safran Foer"! Also! "Circumcision: For and Against"!

Waste placenta not, want placenta not. From the inbox: "This is not a joke. The pictures are real. She made a panini and a bolgonese." And from the comments on the link: "The baby was grown inside the body, and it 'naturally exited the body'-why not eat the baby too?" An excellent point!

Wait a minute. This new rapper, Sam Adams-white-kid from Boston, goes to Trinity College, accused of buying 8,000 copies of his own record on iTunes to get famous-he's part of that crazy faux-documentary Casey Affleck's making with Joaquin Pheonix, right? I mean, this is just Casey Affleck's little cousin or something, right? This is a hoax, right? And… is that an Annie Lennox sample! What is going on?!

Here is of those moments when the internet shows you that there are other people who pretty much know exactly how your dumb brain operates, either because their brains operate the same dumb way, or, more frighteningly, because their brains are smarter and they're hoping to somehow profit off this fact. Even worse, they work faster than you: I read a story at Discovery this morning about how South African wineries have been having a problem with baboons sneaking into their vineyards and eating the grapes.

Brace yourself. The endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly fascinating phenomenon of people who you wouldn't expect to rap actually rapping is back for another go. This one's somehow even better and worse than previous iterations. Sigh. Here's Der Spiegel:

The sound is a familiar one: driving beats, austere rhymes, forceful vocals supported by female backup singers. Standard hip hop, it would seem. And yet, something doesn't seem quite right. The lyrics-some are Yiddish, others Hebrew, still others Italian. And then there's that voice. It's certainly too old to be coming from a hip hop artist, isn't it?

Ad-man Andrew Essex has recalled his New Yorker piece of June 24, 1996, in which members of the band Lotion (what?) made a claim about Thomas Pynchon's fan status. Now the former members of Lotion claim that they met Pynchon through one of their moms. (I don't know!) But it is true that the voice narrating the book trailer above is Pynchon. We do not know what is on his t-shirt however.

Breaking news: THE PUFFY FORMER BOY-BANDER AND SOMETIME ACTOR IS INVENTING A NEW SOCIAL CURRENCY. I'm so scared. I don't know. It seems to have started with this plea on, where else, Twitter: "Its so hot in the city!!!!!!!!! I'm sweating!!!!! Somebody HUMP the sh*t out of me!!!!!!" Which…??? And now?

Well, it seems like spring is actually coming. So that is good. But the news that Mark Linkous killed himself Saturday is terrible. If you've are familiar with his story (short version: he was depressed) and have listened to his music, which he recorded under the name Sparklehorse, this is perhaps not entirely surprising. He almost died from an overdose of Valium and antidepressants in 1996, and here is a video for a song called "Saint Mary" he released three years later that has the same world weariness you hear in the music of Elliott Smith. But the news arrives and reminds you of the commonplace, everyday sadness [...]

Earlier this week, we posted a gorgeous new video for a song called "Big Wave Rider" and we speculated about the origin of the name of the new psychedelic rock duo Rainbow Bridge. I guessed that they'd taken it from the famous Jimi Hendrix concert movie. As is often the case, I was wrong. The group's drummer/keyboardist, Bridget Smith, has now explained all to us.

Oh, we had heard about this oddity? In which caped crusaders were punching cops in the face and being arrested? And apparently it is true, as video does not lie very much. Odd!