A kid gets into trouble for using the F-word to his teacher and hires Mr. Super Lawyer, who gets online and writes a manifesto explaining the family of fuck [via Catherine]. This thing has everything - there's google searches, references to former fuck trials, and it mentions everything from Pulp Fiction to Chris Rock. My only question is: Who the fuck are Spleen Dingo?

Lasse, who was one of my blogathon sponsors, has captured a moment in time during the blogathon and turned it into high art. It's a truly moving piece from this young artist.

And speaking of the blogathon I forgot to mention that while I was posting like crazy my brother participated in the Reversed Blogathon. But after 24 hours of not posting he came back refreshed and wrote a brilliant piece of political satire in which he likens George W. Bush to Winnie the Pooh.

Dong Resin takes on the Prison Rape Elimination Act, which fails to mention anything about tossing the salad.

If this shirt isn't for you, and this one isn't for you, maybe this one could be.

PopMatters reviews the latest from Crazy Town. It starts "Here's a challenge -- find me a band that's worse than Crazy Town. Can't be done, can it?" and just keeps going. Good stuff.

I was watching mountain climber Aron Ralston on Letterman yesterday tell the story of how he had to chop off this own hand after being caught under a huge boulder, while climbing in a canyon. Although he made a few jokes while retelling the story it was still fairly grueling to hear the details of how he after having been trapped for five days had to break the bones in his arm, so he could cut the arm off. I couldn't find a decent interview with Ralston, but I did find a short CNN transcript of an interview, which will give you an idea of what he went through.

Artist Kevin Banks recently donated a series of framed images called Charles Schulz meets Robert Mapplethorpe to a charity auction. The series was intially accepted for the auction, but was rejected the day before the auction took place "due to its "obscene" and "pornographic" nature". Banks explains himself and then presents the images online, so you can judge for yourself (the first two pages are text and then the rest are images, which are definitely not safe for work). The phrase Good Grief! has never been this apropos.