Sure Facebook’s demographics are always shifting, but anecdotal evidence leads me to believe that a major movement is afoot. First, my mom friended me out of the blue (due to a glitch with the photo sharing app she was able to do it without my approval), then I came across an incredibly unexpected ad. Sure, the graying of the audience is already confirmed, but is the site’s ad strategy following suit? After the jump, a sure-fire sign of the mighty Book’s unexpected aging.

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Cityscapes are all well and good, but at some point, even the savviest urban adventurer has to get out. Last month, I was invited to take part in a Malibu initiative, kicking off July 1st, hell-bent on bringing awareness to Reef Check, the world’s largest reef preservation organization (check out our feature on Armchair Activism for ways to help without doing any work).

The plane took me over the North Pole, through Siberia, and smack-dab into Southeast Asia. In the Philippines, I explored the reefs, rode  an oxcart through a river, crossed a rusty suspension bridge brandishing a beer, mistakenly went to a whorehouse, jumped from a cliff in underwear, rode on top of a tank down a one-way road, scuba dived with only 10 minutes of training, and slapped a man from Maxim. There’s no way to tell the entire tale, but this exclusive photo essay is certainly a start.

Barrier and coral reefs may not be cute and cuddly, but, as home to 25 percent all species, they do a lot to keep our slacker asses alive. Unfortunately, overfishing and global warming have had an unconscionably negative effect on their ecosystem. Are you depressed yet? Then join us in doing something about it: For the inaugural edition of Armchair Activism, we tap Reef Check, the world’s largest reef-preservation organization, for all the facts. After the jump, five tangible ways your life is affected by this trend and five quick, no-hassle acts of armchair activism to make it better.

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Lunch is long gone; it’s 4 p.m., Ed McMahon is entertaining in the great beyond, the DC metro is obsolete, Perez Hilton is still around, Iran is still insane, and work just won’t end. There’s only one way to make it out of this day alive: THE CAT POWER HAPPY HOUR, a daily pick-me-up from your friends at Flavorpill. After the jump, a picture so cute it’ll turn your cubicle into a den of pure cuddle. (Check back tomorrow, same time, same place for more unhinged adorability.)

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I remember the golden age of MTV, an era of headbanger’s balls, 120 minute adventures, non-stop music-video marathons, and enough claymation interludes to make your slap bracelet curl in on itself. When, oh when, did we lose our way?

To make matters worse for Americans, MTV affiliates around the world are still just as awesome as the original. On a recent trip to the Philippines, I flipped on the TV to see a video block featuring Sugar Hill Gang, Phoenix, and Death Cab for Cutie, all before an old-school art break. (What’s more, the station was 11 on the dial and again at 38). After the jump, we pay homage to our lost innocence with five amazing art breaks from MTVs around the world…

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Don’t get me wrong, tattoo artists do sometimes make mistakes (I once had a friend who paid for a “Free Spirit” and got a “Free Spirt” emblazoned on her back). Still, wasn’t it inevitable that the Belgian girl claiming an artist maliciously tattooed 56 stars on her face (instead of three) would come out of the closet on the issue. First, there’s the fact that she only went into excuse mode AFTER her father became angry. Then there’s the fact that she paid for 56 stars (If I only asked for three of something, I’m sure as hell not paying for 20 times that much!). Oh yeah, then there’s that little nagging fact that 56 face tattoos is NOT something you can sleep through.

In honor of today’s obvious, way-too-late admission exonerating the artist, we hereby grant Kimberley Vlaminck her due: her SRSLY certificate comes certified with a healthy helping of WTF?!

Sure, some publicists are vapid hype-hawkers, but the vast majority are genuine, thoughtful, and invested individuals. Unfortunately label concerns over bootlegging and leaks often make it hard for them to do their jobs. So, I didn’t blame the publicist when I received a promotional copy of Hercules & Love Affair’s new album so locked down with anti-bootlegging measures that it’s impossible to actually play. I blamed EVERYONE. Then I tried to find a use, any use, for the album. Read More »

Lunch is long gone; it’s 4 p.m., SC’s governor is MIA, Madoff isn’t the only one going down, Russian leaders are also worried about attacks, Iran is  still insane, and work just won’t end. There’s only one way to make it out of this day alive: THE CAT POWER HAPPY HOUR, a daily pick-me-up from your friends at Flavorpill. After the jump, a picture so cute it’ll turn your cubicle into a den of pure cuddle. (Check back tomorrow, same time, same place for more unhinged adorability.)

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So, how’d it go, guys? Sure, our fearless leader was out, but I can’t help but feel we still made pretty impressive progress. We chatted up Woody Allen, fought over PETA’s love for a fly, separated political musicians from poseurs, fell out of love with Armadillos, spoke to DJ Spooky, and freaked out with Captain Kirk.

Now, the pay-off. Earlier, I promised I’d leave you, our dear readers, with whatever you wanted for the weekend. I’m a man of my word: after the jump, pictures of Ponies (the one above is a bonus, custom-made by me)…

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Lunch is long gone; it’s 4 p.m., more financial regulators are looking like idiots, the new iPhones are exploding, Burris is getting off easy, Iran is  still insane, and work just won’t end. There’s only one way to make it out of this day alive: THE CAT POWER HAPPY HOUR, a daily pick-me-up from your friends at Flavorpill. After the jump, a picture so cute it’ll turn your cubicle into a den of pure cuddle. (Check back tomorrow, same time, same place for more unhinged adorability.)

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