Rooster Roundabout: This week’s music highlights
The Daily Word in sign language, our moral compass and Taos Ski Valley
There was a fake sign language interpreter at the Nelson Mandela memorial.
Russia is the moral compass of the world.
The space station broke down—miles from the nearest town.
A giant meteor exploded over Tucson.
Welcome back, extinct tree.
Lou Reed had a Lou Zoom magnifying app. Be sure to read the review.
Instant messaging is coming to Instagram.
Cool dragons. (Thanks, Oskar!)
Help me hate Michael Cera. I can’t do it all myself.
Let’s pour molten aluminum in a (vacant) anthill.
Check out Alibi’s Last Minute Gift Guide.
Have a delicious iPhone cookie.
Opposites don’t attract, says eHarmony.
McCluskey gets life.
Taos Ski Valley has been sold.
Happy birthday Edvard Munch.
The Daily Word 12.6.10: Don Meredith dies, fishermen find Richard Abruzzo’s body and do the Angnes Moorhead Macarena
The first pivately owned spaceship will launch tomorrow.
Fishermen have found the bodies of balloonists Richard Abruzzo and Carol Rymer-Davis.
Wikileaks is set to release a Doomsday Machine cache of encrypted documents held hostage against state interference.
Deals in the Senate will most likely extend tax cuts and unemployment benefits.
A deadly baseball struck and killed the catcher.
Meet Edgar Jimenez, the 14-year-old hitman.
The coffee cherry dung of the palm civet produces a remarkably smooth and earthy cup of coffee.
The “Throat of Fire” volcano in Ecuador has erupted. Help. It’s an erupting…volcano.
The sharks are attacking at an Egyptian resort.
Try the pee injection diet.
Michael Cera’s hipster bullshit makes me want to vomit.
Ponder with the Philosorapter.
“Get out of your truck or the SWAT team will make you get out of your truck.”
Destiny Baca, 18, is accused of selling four marijuana cigarettes to some teenagers. Schocking.
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
Comic-turned-movie makes for a beautiful oxymoron—a romance that kicks ass
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is super fresh, ultra hip and totally fun. And if that sounds too immature or too flippant, well then too flippin’ bad. Scott Pilgrim is an unabashed celebration of juvenile obsessions—a gloriously ill-spent summer afternoon of comic books, video games and Pop Rocks.