LMAO.

I love The Cramps, and I just found out their lead singer, Lux Interior, died yesterday.

You can read an awesome obit here. Or just watch this ass-kicking 1978 performance at CBGBs and respect the madness.

Rock.

Tip o’ the hat to Mr. Erwin for this little bucket of magic.

Hat-tip to fO.

Just read this in the Alley Insider and found it pretty alarming, but also most interestin’.

Not that it’s anything we think the New York Times Company should do, but we thought it was worth pointing out that it costs the Times about twice as much money to print and deliver the newspaper over a year as it would cost to send each of its subscribers a brand new Amazon Kindle instead.

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Got this via TechCrunch. Great stuff.

My old colleague Stivo finally found this! Yessssss!

Check out the beginnings of what promises to be a monster sissyfight between Matt Taibbi and the subject of his book review, fellow journalist (and total prick) Thomas Friedman:

When some time ago a friend of mine told me that Thomas Friedman’s new book, Hot, Flat, and Crowded, was going to be a kind of environmentalist clarion call against American consumerism, I almost died laughing.

Beautiful, I thought. Just when you begin to lose faith in America’s ability to fall for absolutely anything—just when you begin to think we Americans as a race might finally outgrow the lovable credulousness that leads us to fork over our credit card numbers to every half-baked TV pitchman hawking a magic dick-enlarging pill, or a way to make millions on the Internet while sitting at home and pounding doughnuts— along comes Thomas Friedman, porn-stached resident of a positively obscene 114,000 square foot suburban Maryland mega-monstro-mansion and husband to the heir of one of the largest shopping-mall chains in the world, reinventing himself as an oracle of anti-consumerist conservationism.

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