This woman, Governor General Michaelle Jean of Canada, pulled the heart out of a freshly slaughtered seal then ate part of it raw. I officially fear Canada now as it appears they are ruled by Magua.

Twitter is transforming the way people communicate, especially celebrities and their fans

—Reveille productions managing director Howard T. Owens, on a new Twitter-based reality tv show that will have Twitterers stalking celebrities. I’m so glad to know that every new way of communicating is now being reduced to celebrity promotion, the Twitter crew must be so excited. Also: this is dumb.

The cover of this week’s New Yorker was drawn on an iPhone using Brushes. [via Gruber, of course]

It is way worse than I thought it would be, and that’s no joke … absolutely torture.

—Eric “Mancow” Muller after being waterboarded. Mancow’s day job is a right-leaning radio shock jock - you can become a member of the Mancow Militia for a mere $55 a year.

For gentlemen who appreciate a touch of style [via uncrate]

Perfect for when you’re watching Saturday morning cartoons. [via thedailywhat]

The problem with the design of AA.com, however, lies less in our competency (or lack thereof, as you pointed out in your post) and more with the culture and processes employed here at American Airlines.

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Mr. X, in a reply to Dustin Curtis’ open letter mocking the design of American Airlines. I have to admire Mr. X’s tone, especially considering the derision that Curtis was all to willing to heap on the faceless design team at AA.com.

Also: I recommend reading Mr. X in the same voice as MISTER F.

Because he sounds like someone who lives on the subway and wears origami sailor hats made out of Soldier of Fortune magazines.

—David Rees wants to know who this Dick Cheeny guy is and why should he give a flying purple goddamn what he thinks.

But John survived, grew into Nick Stahl and has now matured into Bruce Wayne — I mean Christian Bale, all grizzled cheekbones and frayed vocal cords — while the original T-800 runs the State of California.

—And this is why I love A.O. Scott.

“Don’t make me spit-up”

For indefensible