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I don't know how to break this to you gently, so I'm just going to come out and say it: there are taste receptors on every pair of testicles. To be more specific, there are taste receptors for the flavors of sweet and umami ("pleasant savory taste") sitting atop the undercarriage of the male anatomy. So don't even bother dropping a Sour Patch Kid down there, because it won't do anything.

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The lingerie company Blush has decided that their target demographic is Edward Snowden and has devoted their new ad campaign to him. Or perhaps Blush is trying to reach women who love men who are on the lam but also love lingerie? Unclear. (via BuzzFeed)

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Despite the less-than-stellar reviews that are currently tracking on Rotten Tomatoes, White House Down is at least earning praise for the performance of its star and UPROXX favorite, Channing Tatum. More specifically, C-Tates is being complimented on his on-screen chemistry with the film’s co-stars like Jamie Foxx and especially 13-year old Joey King, who plays his daughter.

Tatum and King appeared on Good Morning America yesterday to talk about that chemistry, among other finer points of White House Down, when they were asked to show off their very special “Channshake”, which is a complicated 45-second handshake that first appeared on YouTube in some behind-the-scenes footage last week.

Released June 22, 1993, Exile in Guyville not only launched the contentious career of Liz Phair — it also turned the indie rock establishment on its head. It brought more attention to the burgeoning music community in Chicago (Windy City acts like Smashing Pumpkins and Urge Overkill also had major releases that year), which drew ire from the community’s mainstays (legendary producer Steve Albini bashed Phair … Read More

Rilo Kiley frontwoman Jenny Lewis made her acting debut in a Jell-O commercial when she was a wee tot.… Read More

In the not-so-distant future, i.e. next spring, this is how men will dress. Additionally, all domestic animals will be outfitted with laser eyes, and croquet mallets will be made out of real flamingos. It will be a strange and dangerous time.

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OK, so the whole “relive winter weather” thing doesn’t exactly work if you’re in the Southern hemisphere, as it’s winter there now. Or if you live in a place where winter weather doesn’t usually mean snow (where y’all at, fellow American southerners?).

But don’t take my bad headline writing (it’s Friday, what do you want from me?!) out on Kit Cameo, who uses tissue or tracing paper, exacto knives, and wizardry to make these intricate paper snowflakes. In addition to Star Wars, Batman, and Doctor Who, Kit pulls from Alice and Wonderland and pirates for inspiration. Check ‘em out behind the jump.

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Here's the trailer for Netflix's first female-led series, Orange Is The New Black. It was created by Jenji Kohan, (who created and won Emmys for Weeds) and is based on a memoir by Piper Kerman.

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• Deric Lostutter, the Anonymous hacker who exposed the Steubenville rape case — in which players on the high school football team sexually assaulted a drunk girl at a party and were protected by their community — is facing hacking-related charges from the FBI, which carry up to 10 years in prison. Ten years, by the way, is a lot longer than either of the convicted rapists will spend behind bars. Lostutter said he is being made an example of by the FBI. [Think Progress]
• Ohio’s state Senate advanced a budget bill that strips state funding for Planned Parenthood clinics, which provide reproductive health care to low-income women, including cancer screenings and HIV testing. Instead the state would grant funding to so-called “crisis pregnancy centers,” which have been known to lie to women about reproductive health while discouraging them away from abortions. The bill now heads to the Ohio state House. [Raw Story]
• Scary: a majority of women, blacks and Latino seniors are on the cusp of poverty. [Los Angeles Times]
• A Baptist daycare/preschool in Fayetteville, North Carolina, fired one of its employees because she is pregnant and unmarried. [Madame Noire]
• Filmmaker Katina Parker is making a documentary series about black LGBTQ activists. [Clutch Magazine]
• Silicon Valley’s race and gender problem, as depicted in three charts. [Mother Jones]
• Delaware’s state Senate has advanced a bill banning discrimination on the basis of gender identity. The bill now heads to the state House. [LGBTQ Nation]
• Mississippi Governor Phil Bryant thinks that the American education system is so bad because moms aren’t staying at home with their children as much anymore. [The Broad Side]

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• A 17-year-old boy in Bolivia, suspected of rape and murder of a 35-year-old woman, was tossed into an open grave alongside the deceased and buried alive. [BBC]
• The United Nations has called on El Salvador to change its abortion policy — strictly illegal under all circumstances — after a seriously ill woman named Beatriz was forced to carry a dangerous pregnancy for several months. [Fox News Latino]
• Meet the woman fighting the Bank of England to keep women on British banknotes. [Telegraph UK]

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So I know Wreck-It Ralph came out awhile ago and it is customary to cover culture stuff when it is fresh. Whatever. I know I’m not the only one who watches movies months after release. You know who else doesn’t catch the midnight showing of The Hobbit? The people this article is about: youngish parents.

It has become de rigueur for children’s movies to break something off for the grownups in the audience. Usually this takes the form of snappy references to Star Wars or The Stone Roses or Iran Contra or other stuff that only old people remember. That’s nice and all— better than the psychotic schmaltz you could be getting— but Wreck-It Ralph, like the best children’s movies, offers more than that Family Guy Lite patter. It has a large and coherent anchor point for parents to see themselves in a relationship with the child and her world. Ralph is a clumsy, conflicted, naive galoot willing to make any sacrifice for a little girl. That’s me in real life.

To be clear, Ralph isn’t a parent. He’s just a guy. That sets the parent-child dynamic of Wreck-It Ralph apart from other films in its category. Finding Nemo, Brave, Lion King, Kung Fu Panda—these all have actual parents in them. But they are stories aboutbeing parents, and with the exception of Brave the parental figures present unconditional love but no personal change. Wreck-It Ralph is a story about becominga parent. Ralph starts out as guy who lives in a dump and is reviled by the fancy (insomuch as they don’t sleep in trash) folks next door. Now this I can relate to. I was that guy with the recycling bin overflowing with 32s of High Life, throwing tvs out a second story window just to see them break, and using Bud Light boxes to cover myself when I fell asleep on the porch. I had a stupid repetitive job that no one celebrated. I wanted to be welcomed into adult society but only on my own terms.

Ralph strikes out to earn their respect by winning a medal in one of the other video games. He sort of succeeds in a Halo-esque shooter, but as a result triggers a series of mishaps that land him in Sugar Rush, a cutesy racing game. There he befriends Vanellope von Schweetz, a punky outcast. While Ralph’s wrecking skills made him the bad guy in his own game, they are perfect for helping Vanellope. Together they break into King Candy’s car factory to make a custom racer and when it turns out Vanellope has no idea how to drive, Ralph pounds out a course for her to practice on.

This is an image of fatherhood I can identify with. I’m not good at making stuff, my own life being the most extreme example. I can’t make an ideal world for my daughter, as the patriarchs of Aladdin or The Little Mermaid— whose daughters run off on them, by the way— try to do. That idea is logically incoherent: there is no ideal world for a person that pre-exists their participation in creating it. But here’s what Ralph and I can do: hurl our fumbling selves against the world. Smash it up real good. Make a clearing for her to become who she is.

The most insidious enemy is King Candy, who convinces Ralph that it is really in Vanellope’s best interests not to race; that by doing so she will embarrass herself in front of a global audience and have her optimistic defiance crushed with a finality that mere exclusion never could. Ralph buys this line (it makes a certain amount of sense in the rules of video game world) and wrecks her car to protect her from herself. It’s a hard scene to watch.

But guess what: King Candy was full of shit. King Candy is actually the worst guy in all of video game history, a villain whose selfishness destroyed his native program and who has arrogated the throne of Sugar Rush by tampering with the game’s memory. What Vanellope thought was best for her really was best for her. And not just for her: when she crosses the finish line she breaks King Candy’s hack and restores all sorts of goodness to the realm. I believe any viewer can share the pleasure of this most deliciously just moment not in spite of it being a figuration of the revolutionary destruction of patriarchy, but because it is a figuration of the revolutionary destruction of patriarchy.

The lesson of Wreck-It Ralph is very different from that of its peers. Finding Nemo and company give you a “truth is in the middle” resolution where both parties learn to be a little more empathetic. Dad, don’t be so uptight. Kid, don’t be a little shit. That’s timeless stuff and worth repeating. But what if, contra Kurt Cobain, you think the figure of the father is hopelessly flawed and maybe being a dad is better?

“Dad,” at least as Cobain uses it, isn’t quite right— I’m not trying to go full ice cream for breakfast and bedtime is never. I understand that kids need authority to feel secure and to correct them when they do wrong. I’ve got no problem with that. There are plenty of questions where I think my moral intuitions are correct enough that I would be happy to impose them on my (or anyone else’s) children. Hell, I want to impose them on the world in general. At their core is the observation that the evil in the world comes more from grown men than little girls. Wreck-It Ralph agrees and offers a solution so simple even a dude who eats pizza out of the trash can do it. Smash those fuckers and their bullshit empire.

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Whether or not your child grows up to be the next Zuckerberg, programming is a highly useful skill for him or her to learn. It teaches vital problem-solving, creativity, and communication skills. Plus, it can be downright fun for you both. Here are some of the best tried-and-true apps for teaching kids of all ages how to code.

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Thank you to Tiana Nicole Calandro of Delray Beach, Florida (yay!), for the arrest excuse of the day. When she was pulled over for speeding, police saw something protruding from her T-shirt pocket and asked what it was. “It’s my nipple,” Calandro responded.

“I advised her I knew what a nipple looked like and that wasn’t a nipple,” the officer wrote in his report. You’d think that would have made her fess up, but no. Calandro swallowed the pill, which turned out to be Dilaudid. The officer tried to get her to spit it out, but that didn’t work either. And that’s how one’s “nipple” can land them in jail with possession charges.  [NJ]

How are things over in NRA-world, a mystical place in which logic runs backwards and the guns are as plentiful as the countless billowing American flags? Oh, about the same as usual — the gun bras are dangling off of clotheslines, the sound of delighted laughter is mingling with the ricochets of bullets at target practice, and the immemorial quest to turn the little ones into proud gun owners is progressing splendidly. For example, some clever Maryland Republicans have just offered a lifetime NRA membership to an 8-year-old boy who was suspended from school in March for chewing a pop tart into the shape of a pistol.

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The following sentence is the “First off, f*ck your bitch and the clique you claim/West side when we ride, come equipped with game” of old white men bitching about hipping and hopping and ripping and rapping.

POOR fellow our modern music.

The shots, they have been fired. Not from a glock, but from a well preserved musket, wrapped in a Confederate Flag. You see, guys, the Examiner’s Barry Prismall, a.k.a. Barry Smalls, has a lot to say about rap music. You may think you like your Practitioner Dre and E-Mine-Mike & Ike and Woot Tang Klan, but you don’t.

Canned crap from rap flunkies who can’t sing as they mutter away to a thumping beat – chattering a useless, deviant monologue of prose with an obligatory video of lecherous beauties fastened to the performer, and partying like there’s no tomorrow. For them and their careers, there’s probably no tomorrow.

Pink is one of the few contemporary artists worth listening to, in a vacuous era of music and various hybrid versions, because she can actually sing.

Barry really relates to “Stupid Girls.” He, too, hates women. Except Pink. She gets the wine cooler party started. It’s also worth noting that he’s insinuating all rappers are criminals and will eventually get shot.

But even Pink is trapped in a dim twilight of orthodox melodies and old-fashioned conventional passion.

Man, I hope he brings up U2 soon. Articles like these don’t count if the middle-aged man doesn’t mention U2.

My young daughter can’t stand modern music, but loves U2. Her family’s very proud.

Thank the father, the son, and the holy Bono, he did. Peter King, meet Barry. Barry, meet Peter King.

I don’t care that the Beatles’ era did whole crops of drugs while penning brilliance like Long and Winding Road and Come Together.

It’s actually “The Long and Winding Road,” but hey, it’s just like John Lennon said, “Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess/Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl/You let your knickers down,” which is certainly more poignant than “Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined/I think of crime when I’m in a New York state of mind.” Barry knows all about New York; it’s the home of his favorite restaurant, Bubba Gump Shrimp Co.

Today’s studio of wannabe rock stars simply learn a Michael Jackson dance routine, dial up a song on auto-tune, and later add voice-overs to a shemozzle of prefabricated sound; like a fault- ridden bongo organ, thumbing over programmed rifts of beats and notes.

It all makes sense now: Barry Smalls doesn’t like rap because he hasn’t been introduced to the world of Yiddish rappers. He’s gonna plotz the first time he hears “Suck a Shmendick” by Kibbitz N’ Bitz. Also, the process he’s describing above, it doesn’t sound all that dissimilar from what Phil Spector was doing in the 1960s.

The rap raiders replaced song with such mindless drivel they ought to hide the lyrics, if there are any. They call it rap because that’s what you want them to do – wrap it up.

Barry logic: it’s called country because it’s only played by c*unts. Jazz? More like Badz. Pop? POOP. He’s got a million of them, each more hilarious than the one before it.

Rap chatter-boxes managed to side-step contests like The Voice and American/Australian Idol, to gatecrash the charts with the phenomenon of some fast talking. Once they signed a recording contract they produced at will a deafening, staccato speech about vomit, violence, blood, sex, and dark depression.

That last sentence could also apply to the Velvet Underground, who wrote songs about heroin, transvestites, prostitutes, BDSM, and a crazy dude getting his head sliced open by a sheet metal cutter because he literally mailed himself to his ex-girlfriend. But that’s acceptable because it’s not scary when white people do it.

Rap is the biggest con in the history of music. Rap killed the tune. Imagine Bing Crosby stammering and stuttering White Christmas or True Love. Imagine Stevie Nicks reciting Rhiannon in a droll monotone. Imagine Stairway to Heaven with no chorus and no air guitar.

In rock, playing a recorder and doubleneck guitar in a song inspired by a book called Magic Arts in Celtic Britain is charming and unpretentious; in rap, simply talking is the “biggest con in the history of music.”

In the 1980s, modern music – let’s call it M’n M – hijacked the world’s sweet melodies and lay siege to song. Generations of cashed-up, lost teens are using their iPods to block out the truth while they throw away good money after bad. Thank God for the last vestige of Pink.

Barry Smalls has been blocking out the truth ever since 1964, when THE BLACKS got their consarn rights.

Rap is an asylum for slightly agitated nobodies, getting restless with their limbs and getting intense and rich on a one-sided, egotistical conversation. Since when did a heavily choreographed troupe with a provocative dance routine and a heavily tattooed commentator ever properly illustrate a song?

Rap is as bad as lip sync, and, just as dishonest.

Meanwhile, in Bristol, an ESPN producer’s racist spidey sense is tingling. “HIRE THIS MAN,” he yells to no one.

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Poop vs. biggest orgy vs. hidden cam: which of those three porn terms do you think is the most-searched-for in South Africa? *pleaseletitbepooppleaseletitbepooppleaseletitbepoop* Damn. Unfortunately, it’s boring ol’ “hidden cam,” followed by “contractions” and “anal,” with “poop” coming in 10th place, as we learned back in March.

BuzzFeed has helpfully compiled the world’s most popular porn terms into one video, so now you’ll know Romania is really into “mom & dad,” while Ukraine is all about the “raincoat (gay).” The clip doesn’t explain why there’s a spike in “lebron james fathead being peed on” in Indiana, but I guess some things are best left unknown.

Parkour is a growing trend in Iran, where more and more males and females alike are learning of the sport through illegal satellite TV broadcasts. Speaking to France 24, a 20-year-old college student explains how Iranian women, like the ones seen in the video above, have a tougher time of it. But they still do it. Because they’re awesome like that. (OK, that last part was all me).

Of course, it’s not easy for girls. While boys practise parkour in the streets, as it is meant to be done, girls often prefer to practise in less-busy places like beaches or natural parks, where there aren’t many people around. We fear getting in trouble with the police or basijis [volunteer militiamen who act as the morality police], who could accuse us of copying a Western fad. We could also get in trouble for practising sports outside designated facilities.

Parkour is a not an easy sport to do while wearing a headscarf and a manto [a style of long tunic worn by many Iranian women] over pants. You have to worry about getting your manto caught on things and making you fall, so you can’t move quite as fast as boys. But we have no other choice.

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Just because he’s a child who still eats food in a high chair doesn’t mean Luiz Antonio isn’t a brilliant son of a bitch. In the video below, via Reddit, Antonio explains to his proud mother why he doesn’t want octopus, or any animal. “When we eat animals, they die,” “I like them to stay standing up,” etc. By the end of the clip, based on philosophical reasoning, he’s effectively convinced Mom that he shouldn’t ingest the fried Ringo song in front of him.

I bet he’s duped her into letting him run around with scissors, too.

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Remember Joanna Rohrback? The Woman Who Prances While the World Dances? She is having her day in the sun and prancing too!

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This little Siberian eagle owl — which really, owls are highly underrated in the cuteness department don’t you think? — lives at the Screech Owl Sanctuary in Newquay, Cornwall, England. Here, he’s adorably communing with the mop used to clean up his little owl living space. according to one of the sanctuary’s workers, who is named — I shit you not — Caroline Screech. “As soon as our workers begin to mop the floor, he is out of his cage helping,” she says. “He absolutely adores that mop. He’s got lots of cuddly toys, but that is his preferred plaything.” Love takes a lot of forms, and who are we to judge if this baby owl has fallen for a mop? Though, from the looks of it, the owl seems a tad disappointed in the mop. Like maybe they got in a fight? Give it some time, owl, give it some time. [This Is Cornwall]

When asked recently if he had a favorite on-screen tonguing partner, Ethan Hawke picked Angelina Jolie hands-down. But it's not just because she's been working real hard on her jaw-kegels and tonsil-pilates—it's also because of the prophecy. Angelina, you see, is supernaturally predestined to kiss the best because she needs your man-souls for her food.

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*already crying*

A Massachusetts police dog got a official send off as over a dozen officers saluted the hound on his way to be put down.

Kaiser, a two and a half year old German Shepard, was a member of the Plymouth, Massachusetts police department. The dog was laid to rest after a brief battle with kidney disease by handler Ptl. Jamie Lebretton, who lead the K-9 through a gauntlet of officers paying tribute to the crime fighting canine.

*still crying*

In a heart-breaking Facebook post on the Plymouth Police Working Dog Foundation’s page Officer Lebretton wrote, ‘It is with deep regret and sorrow that I announce the retirement of my partner K-9 Kaiser. Kaiser was recently diagnosed with severe kidney disease/failure … [He] battled this disease with vigor and toughness like I have never seen before.’

*thinks might be out of tears*

In a final eulogy on the social media site Lebretton spoke directly to his fallen furry partner writing, ‘RIP my boy. I could not have asked for a better partner or friend … You made me a better person, a better handler, and a better cop. Till we meet again kai. I love you and will miss you daily.’

*finally gets “I Will Remember You”*

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He keeps talking about his Phonebook profile.

He wears jeans that are neither skinny nor sagging.

He is very excited about the relationship between Conway West and Kim Cardigan.

He claims to smoke the finest hashtag.

He asks a stranger to take his selfie.

He tries to buy an instagram of cocaine.

He watches TV shows when they actually air.

He arms himself with aerosol cans, and wonders where the Huffington Post is.

He texts ROFL when he’s “running out for lunch”.

He still has a Myspace page.

What could be creepy and the plot of the next found footage horror movie ends up being, well, creepy and the plot of the next found footage horror movie when filmmaker Matthew Clarke and David Milchard reenacted an actual conversation Clarke had with his two-year-old daughter, Coco. Little kids can get away with being protective brats who trap their parents into pretending they’re princesses. When a grown ass man with a beard does the same thing, it’s time to call the cops. It’s going to be tough for Clarke to explain to Coco that “no no, honey, I didn’t think you’d look like a 30-something man when you grew up.” But that’s a problem for Future Clarke. Don’t envy that guy.

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The other day, my BFF John DeVore IMed me to say that he has a new favorite TV show and that show is “Hannibal.” At first I was like, WTF, dude, what about “Game of Thrones”? But then I remembered that JDV brought “GoT” into my life and has generally never steered me wrong pop culture-wise (sitting shotgun when he drives, on the other hand…). So, last week, when I was laid up at home with a case of strep so bad I will probably never stop talking about it, I watched every episode of the first season that’s aired so far and ZOMG you guys, I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE SHOW, IT’S CALLED “HANNIBAL” and here are seven reasons you need to watch it.

1. It is about one of supermarket literature’s most popular villains. Duh, Hannibal Lecter, the former psychiatrist turned serial killing cannibal from Thomas Harris’ Silence of the Lambs. “Hannibal” is based on Harris’ Red Dragon, which takes place before Lecter has been busted for any of his crimes. In the show, Hannibal — played by the creepily hot Mads Mikkelsen — is a practicing psychiatrist who has been brought in by the FBI to aid a special investigator and criminal profiler named Will Graham, who has the unique ability to empathize with killers.  Hannibal offers Will his unique perspective, much as he does for Clarice Starling in Silence of the Lambs, only not from behind bars. But no one knows that Hannibal is so good at helping Will profile serial killers because he’s one himself.

2. It stars super dashing Hugh Dancy. Mr. Claire Danes plays Will, whose ability to empathize with (and by that I mean emotionally connect with not, like, sympathize) serial murderers who commit atrocious crimes allows him to imagine their state of mind, motivations and instincts. The job Will has been tasked to do takes an emotional toll, and he is plagued by nightmares, particularly after a major incident towards the beginning of the series. When he’s not trying to empathically connect with deranged murderers, Will is dealing with being socially awkward and withdrawn in real life. All that being said, he’s also lovely and fascinating and we often get to see him in just his boxers. It’s not supposed to be sexy, but it is. 

3. Puppies! Will may have a hard time connecting with his fellow man, but that doesn’t mean he’s necessarily lonely. He’s taken in a number of stray dogs, all of whom sleep on their own little beds in his room, guarding over him while he sleeps. This love for animals just makes Will even more endearing and complicated a protagonist. He has certain similarities with another serial killer show lead — Dexter — but is also totally his opposite. Speaking of “Dexter”…

4. “Hannibal” is the most premium cable show on network TV. Save for the lack of curse words or nudity, “Hannibal” has the inventiveness, violence, darkness and dare of a Showtime or HBO drama. It shocks me that it’s on the same network as “All-Star Celebrity Apprentice” and manages to get away with as much as it does. One episode — the fourth — was actually pulled from On Demand because it was so disturbing. But like shows on HBO and Showtime, the pacing of each “Hannibal” episode can be slow, surreal and methodical — the viewer is given time to catch all of the tiny details that make the series so special. Oh yeah, and Laurence Fishburne is on it and he’s a bad ass.

5. There’s a lil’ dose of romance. I don’t need my stories to have romantic elements, but I sure don’t mind it when they do. “Hannibal” is almost entirely chick flick trope-free, but there are sparks between Will and his friend and fellow profiler, psychiatry professor Dr. Alana Bloom. Alana really gets Will and is probably the only one looking out for his well-being … but is there going to be something more between them? Guess we’ll find out…

6. It’s for avid foodies! Already watching the food TV shows Ami recommended last week and looking for something new and different? Hannibal is the show for you. Before he was locked in a cell dreaming of liver, fava beans and a nice Chianti, Hannibal was an exceptional amateur chef. Okay, so his culinary delights — often served to guests — are made up of human meat, but I swear, some of his dishes look so delectable, I’ve found my mouth watering and my stomach churning.

7. “Hannibal” fans need you to watch. Even though it’s the best damn show on network TV, no one is watching it. Its ratings have been steadily dropping all season, but maybe that’s because it’s been up against “Scandal.” Now that that show has had its season finale, “Hannibal” will have a shot to woo new, loyal fans before NBC makes the very possible decision to cancel it. On a personal note, I already lost my beloved “Enlightened.” I can’t lose “Hannibal” too. If you care about me at all and respect my taste in pop culture — you do, right? — you’ll give this fantastic show a shot.

“Hannibal” airs on NBC on Thursdays at 10 p.m.

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So there’s this Tumblr, where comedians and other folks put baguettes in places they shouldn’t be, and then take nice pictures of it.

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I don’t know what else you would want. Also, congratulations, Yahoo!.

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