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Cable network FXX is keeping It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia around for a while. FXX renewed Always Sunny for two seasons, which will keep the show on the air through 2017, THR reports. The order is for an 11th and 12th season of the show, which will be 10 episodes each. The show had already been renewed for its upcoming 10th season, which premieres in January.The renewal will make Always Sunny the longest-running live-action sitcom in cable history, and it will tie My Three Sons to become the second longest-running live-action sitcom in all of television.

FXX's parent network, FX, has also signed Always Sunny's Rob McElhenney, Charlie Day, and Glenn Howerton to a three-year production deal for their company RCG Productions. The trio had a previous three-year deal with the network, signed in 2011. The deal includes a straight-to-series order for an untitled FXX comedy starring Tracy Morgan that McElhenney, Charlie Day, and Glenn Howerton co-created with Luvh Rakhe. The four will serve as showrunners on the series.

Under the deal, FX/FXX also ordered a pilot produced by the guys, plus ordered three pilot scripts they'll be producing as well:

• Harder, co-created by Glenn Howerton and longtime Always Sunny writer/producer Scott Marder.
• We're Good, Thanks, co-created by Charlie Day and Always Sunny actresses Artemis Pebdani and Mary Elizabeth Ellis, with Pebdani and Ellis attached to star.
• Blow Up Dolls, co-created by and starring UK comedian Sarah Solemani (Bad Education, Him & Her)

As you've probably heard, David Letterman announced he's retiring from late night in 2015, and succession talk started the second that was announced. Mashable reports today that Stephen Colbert is CBS's top choice to take over Late Show in 2015 and that he is interested in the job, according to their anonymous sources in both Colbert's camp and at CBS. The report says that Colbert hasn't had any formal negotiations with the network and has no agreement in place but that he had engaged with CBS execs about the job prior to Letterman announcing his retirement. "We’re not commenting on any rumors or speculation about succession," a CBS spokesman said, and Comedy Central had no comment. Entertainment blogger Nikki Finke has also cited anonymous sources that Colbert is the top choice.

Mashable's report adds that, although Craig Ferguson has a stipulation in his contract guaranteeing him to inherit Letterman's show (something CBS can buy him out of if they want), Ferguson has "never been seen as the heir apparent" by the network. According to the report, Stephen Colbert's Comedy Central counterpart Jon Stewart was at one point considered to be a candidate, but Stewart, who just took some time off from The Daily Show to direct his first movie, is said to be more interested in pursuing that project and other non-late night show stuff, rather than moving to CBS.

Stephen Colbert's contract with Comedy Central runs out at the end of 2014, leaving him wide open for the job. A date for Letterman's last show has yet to be set, but Letterman has said that it will be at least a year out from yesterday, sometime in 2015. If Colbert is selected for the job (and accepts it), he'll have to leave his faux-conservative pundit character behind and do five one-hour shows a week instead of four half-hour ones, but it sounds like he's up to the challenge. A year's a long time, and these anonymous sources could be wrong and things could change, but all intel right now points to Colbert being the number one contender to become the second host of CBS's Late Show.

Photo by Bradley Scott

This article originally appeared on VICE Australia.

Earlier this year, two young women in Queensland, Australia, were filmed verbally and physically assaulting an old man on a bus while shouting slurs about aboriginal people. The resulting video introduced the world to Australia’s one truly unique contribution to the global taxonomy of douches: the moll. Most countries have loud, irritating, and offensive youths, but only we have the special breed of scrag capable of committing a violent racist act while wearing $40 shoes, $300 sunglasses, and a cocktail dress.

The moll shares several things in common with her male counterpart. She loves drinking and her friends, is not above punching someone in the face, and spends eons getting an outfit together. Her dresses resemble those worn by early-2000s Latin Grammy Award winners. She gets her tan from a can and works in places with names like Ice, Magnetic, or Xposed. At times, she's indistinguishable from any other young woman. What sets her apart is the pure primal aggression with which she lives her life—she controls every situation through a terrifying mix of heightened competitive sexuality, simmering violence, and a confidence derived from a dozen or so watermelon Cruisers.

Molls roam in packs day and night. Before dark they stalk suburban malls in tracksuits and $40 worth of makeup, calling shop assistants bitches for not sharing their staff discount at Cotton on Body [sort of the Aussie equivalent to Victoria's Secret]. When night falls they shed their fleecy skins and emerge as screeching and bedazzled butterflies. It’s maximum impact with zero body hair.

Photo by Bradley Scott

The cornerstone of all their social interactions is alcohol. In the early evening they pre-game with friends on the back decks of their parents' houses. Living at home has its advantages: You never have to learn to do laundry, you get to use your dad's good stereo to listen to Jason Derulo, and you can pour the savings into drinking alcopops with your BFFs every Friday and Saturday night.

They have highly complicated female friendships which were formed in the first few days of high school and have been tested by years of online passive aggression. You’ll know who they are before you meet them because of the thousands of selfies they post every time they come within 15 yards of a bathroom. You’ll also know what all their friend’s bathrooms look like (spoiler alert: purple towels). These are the women they get shitfaced with before going out to meet the guys they will drink under the table. Drinking serves several purposes: It limbers them up enough to both flash the party photographer at the club and, if the mood strikes, punch someone in the face.

To outsiders it might look like a bunch of chicks smashing wet pussy shots [this is a drink, in case you were wondering] and letting their 50 percent human hair down, but beneath the surface this scene anything but carefree. The Australian female douche is locked in a constant battle to keep up with the boys, which means she has to humiliate whichever douchebag she is screwing at that moment.

She values strength above everything, so there’s no way she’s hooking up with a pussy—but at the same time she’s nobody’s bitch. To date her is to look good on her arm. Their boyfriends may be 'roided-up beefnecks who sucker-punch strangers after the ecstasy kicks in, but at home they are dominated and deballed.

She drinks to be one of the guys, but also to dominate and destroy the guys. There’s nothing the moll loves more than belittling her significant other in front of their mutual friends. Any guy who dates a moll is completely whipped. It’s kind of awesome. Next time you see a dude screaming, “Show us your minge!” at some girl outside a club at 3 AM, remember that there is a terrifying woman waiting for him at home who will make fun of his weird dick while his buddies spit-laugh beer and Doritos.

Obviously, it's a good thing that young women are able to level the playing field in their interactions with young men in some social arenas. But in Australian culture, our national identity is inextricably bound together with drinking, so naturally, this playing field is soaked with liquor. The combination of drinking and being super uncomfortable in your outfit usually leads to one of two things: forcing your less hot friend to swap shoes with you or fighting.

Photo by Sam Wong

These women love to fight. On any weekend at any club pumping some sick bass, you'll see two (or more) molls throwing down. It doesn’t take much: Madison banged Caz? Tegan spilled Amee’s Bacardi? Stacy clipped Sheryl’s car? You better believe someone is going to get leveled. In other countries, girl fights are all pushing and slapping, with maybe some hair-pulling when things get serious. In Australia, after a lifetime’s training of fending off randy Australian drunks, these fights feature haymakers, above-the-neck tackles, and beating on someone when she's down and cowering. If there is one thing Australia teaches its young, it’s how to kick the shit out of one another.

What is it about Australia that breeds such a heightened sense of entitlement? The country's wealth helps—molls belong exclusively to the upper and upper-middle classes and are raised to feel that they deserve their wealth. When you mix that attitude with a rugged outdoors culture of booze and fighting, you’re basically creating huge muscular toddlers whose tantrums can lead to broken noses.

Getting into drunken fights with strangers—once practically the Australian national pastime—is now being discouraged by public curfews, while penalties for violence in sports—another once-celebrated tradition—have increased. The only place where our inborn desire to punch someone in the neck is alive and well is the dance floor on a Friday night. Because no amount of police presence, legislation, or positive role models is going to stop a moll from teaching a bitch a lesson.

If we step back, there is something admirable in Australia’s hyper-aggressive alpha females: their prioritization of female friendships, domination of men, and physical prowess. It’s almost a testament to the power of woman—or at the very least the equality of men and women at their lowest ebb.

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To most people, the turducken, a solid slab of flesh created by stuffing a turkey with a duck, and that duck in turn with a chicken, epitomizes the egregious complexity and gluttonous obsession with meat that makes up a large part of modern American cuisine. But most people are pussies. In the historical world of engastration (stuffing animals inside other animals) and chimera (melding animals together) cooking, this 15-pound bird-block is about as interesting as a flaccid boiled hotdog. The true king of culinary absurdity comes from L’almanach des gourmands, an 1807 cookbook written by Alexandre Balthazar Laurent Grimond de la Reyniere, a man so outlandish he faked his own death to see who would attend his funeral. His creation was called the rôti sans pareil—the roast without equal—and it is everything that has made the half-dead art of engastration increasingly popular today: ambitious, ostentatious, and alluringly, inevitably delicious.

His recipe calls for a bustard stuffed with a turkey stuffed with a goose stuffed with a pheasant stuffed with a chicken stuffed with a duck stuffed with a guinea fowl stuffed with a teal stuffed with a woodcock stuffed with a partridge stuffed with a plover stuffed with a lapwing stuffed with a quail stuffed with a thrush stuffed with a lark stuffed with an ortolan bunting stuffed with a garden warbler stuffed with an olive stuffed with an anchovy stuffed with a single caper, with layers of Lucca chestnuts, force meat and bread stuffing between each bird, stewed in a hermetically sealed pot in a bath of onion, clove, carrots, chopped ham, celery, thyme, parsley, mignonette, salted pork fat, salt, pepper, coriander, garlic, and “other spices,” and slowly cooked over a fire for at least 24 hours.

For those not keeping track, that’s 20 layers, 17 of them birds, and a grand total of 18 creatures that had to die (assuming only one pig would be used to make the force meat, chopped ham, and salted pork fat) for the amusement of some turn-of-the-19th century dandies. And if that seems impossible, that’s because it is—today at least. Not because it’s scientifically impossible or there’s a lack of eager chefs in this world, but because many of the birds are now hard to find and kill. The bustard, for example, is on the brink of endangerment, and the consumption of ortolan bunting—a force-fed bird, killed by drowning in Armagnac, then parted from its feathers and feat and eaten freshly fried in one bite—is incredibly illegal and considered by some to be an affront to God. Despite that, ortolans still find their way to tables of the wealthy more than anyone wishes to admit, and those determined enough to find the desired ingredients for a rôti sans pareil could do so if they wanted. But of those professional chefs in the world who recreate old engastration recipes like this, none seem eager to use such blatantly illegal or unobtainable ingredients.

In the grand scope of food history, though, the rôti’s not so outlandish. There are recipes dating back to the 5th century for things like the scholar Macrobius’s Roman Trojan Boar: a pig “made pregnant with other animals and enclosed within as the Trojan horse was made pregnant with armed men.” The rôti itself was said to be based upon a similarly dated Roman recipe for a cow stuffed with a pig, goose, duck, and chicken. But this wasn’t just a piece of Roman heritage. There are tales of a Bedouin dish of chickens stuffed with rice and hard-boiled eggs crammed into a lamb, then stuffed into a whole slain camel roasted over a charcoal pit with nuts. Perhaps that tradition followed the Arab Muslims into Andalusia, where a 13th century Andalusian cookbook reports a cow stuffed with a lamb, goose, hen, pigeon, starling, and a final unknown smaller bird served to the Sayyid Abu al-‘Ala of Cueta.

Some of the more recent recipes—developed when engastration was at the peak of its recent historical, theoretical popularity in 18th century England—are still in play today. Possibly the most popular of these was the Yorkshire Christmas Pie of 1774: a turkey, goose, guinea fowl, partridge, and pigeon cooked together in a coffin-shaped piecrust. Food historians and aspirational chefs drag out this recipe every couple of years for British television specials and cooking demonstrations. But the True Love Roast, a 12-bird concoction of turkey, goose, chicken, pheasant, partridge, pigeon squab, Aylesbury duck, Barbary duck, poussin, guinea fowl, mallard, and quail—one bird for each day of Christmas—with eight types of stuffing is still common enough as well. In fact, for $1,200 England’s Heal Farm Fine Food will prepare the bird and ship it to you. That’s not such a bad price either, for 55 pounds of solid meat, which is enough to serve 125 people with a cook time of only ten hours.  

Richard Fitch, a Tudor food historian who recreates historical dishes for spectators at the Royal Kitchens of Henry VIII’s beloved Hampton Court Palace in London, is one of the proud few who has worked on resurrecting engastration and chimera recipes from old tomes. More often than not he’s working on something a little less extreme in the service of recreating foods that will be interesting, accessible, and somehow relevant to a mass audience. His next project will be "pudding of a nox," a type of medieval blood pudding, which he’s trying out spefically because a few members of his team have never tried it before. “Hopefully,” he told me,” this will mean that their learning process will act as a lens through which the visitors can look at the past. And for those members of the public who themselves have never made a blood pudding—most I would guess—they will act as a form of proxy. Everymen if you will. To show that if these guys can do it anybody could.”

Engastrations don’t fit that mold, but Fitch has some experience with Yorkshire Christmas Pie and a few chimeras. “Always pig/fowl combinations,” he says, like the cockentrice, the hind legs of a capon melded to the fore of a swine. And from that experience he knows a little about just why the Tudors and others might have gone through all the trouble of creating these massive monstrosities without the benefits of a modern kitchen.

As far as Fitch sees it, engastrations and chimeras were probably never all that popular. “I am unaware of any evidence that [engastration] was ever really done at all,” he says. At the very least it probably wasn’t commonly made, but was more popularized by the audacity of the idea and a certain degree of plagiarism. The obsession with the dish does suggest that something about the aspiration character of it, the alchemical act of combining animals held some of the appeal. And that does seem to be the case with chimeras, for which there’s a bit more evidence. Henry VIII notably served a cockentrice (and a dolphin) to the King of France as part of a massive feast meant to impress him with the wealth and capability of the English court. Fitch sees it not just as an attempt to do something weird, but to present notables with mythical hybrid creatures everyone knew in an abstract sense to be real and living off somewhere distant. Magicing one together would have been quite the feat of kitchen wizardry.

That spirit of aspirational cooking and alchemical creation is alive and well today in arts like molecular gastronomy. That—and John Madden’s incessant turducken hucking—is probably why engastration is more alive and well today than ever. We can turn a shrimp into a foam, so why shouldn't we ram a dozen birds together or make a chicken ride a pig wearing medieval armor (a real creation: the helmeted cock)? “It’s fiddly to do and demonstrates the skills of the cook,” says Fitch, “but has possibly transformed more into an aspirational or fashionable dish today, one that can be bought ready-to-cook from frozen. A status symbol in food, if you like.”

Engastrations have always seemed a little gaudy. De la Reyniere’s descriptions of the rôti, like, “enclosed in a young woodcock, as tender and plump as Mademoiselle Volnais and quite as well kept,” or “then enclose your callie (quail), which you should cover with a vine-leaf, as a coat-of-arms to show its nobility, in the body of a vanneau (lapwing),” reek of poetics and pomp. With all his slithering, sexually charged references to famous contemporary actresses’s figures, the recipe was probably far more fun to cook than it was to eat.

But there’s a case to be made for the practicality of engastrations, too. In Greenland, a dish called kiviak, made by killing 400 auks and jamming them feathers and all into a seal carcass, then letting it ferment under a rock from three months to one and a half years before eating the birds whole, evolved out of necessity into a matter of taste and convenience. And as for the rôti, de la Reyniere speaks with great longing for the mingling of “the quintessence of the plain, the forest, the marsh, and the barnyard.” It’s a tempting description of a complex and bold flavor, much like the transfer of juices in a turducken that helps the cardboard of a turkey turn into something palatable and novel.

At the end of the day, however, it’s the magical Frankenstein’s monster aspect of engastration and chimeras that draw people in. “From personal experience,” says Finch, “certain people, for some reason, find it offensive and disrespectful to the animals. And whilst I don’t agree, I can see why they would see it that way.” Forcing things together violently and deliciously. Consuming our unholy creations. There’s probably something deeply disturbing and psychological to say about that. But for most of us, the more innocent act of creating something utterly new in the kitchen is the real catch. It’s brutal, gaudy, and complex, but it’s one little corner of medieval magic we’ve managed to hold onto until today.

One of my favorite TV genres of all time was the dating show–mostly because, for some reason, I really liked watching a bunch of randoms do their best David Leisure impersonations while (always) bragging about how much they loved bungee jumping and feigning undying devotion to some other random person they met all of 20 seconds ago.

Dating show contestants were decidedly not real life people, and if they were, they would have been terrifying. My personal favorite was “Elimidate.” I was fascinated by how many people owned hot tubs. I cannot think of one person I know who has a hot tub. I don’t think I would be able to find a hot tub were there a hot tub emergency. Yet all these people who were not even rich totally just had Jacuzzis in their back yards.

I digress! As it turns out, noted handsome person Jon Hamm was once on one of these shows! It was called “The Big Date” and he was totally rejected by all of the ladies, despite promising them an “evening of total fabulosity” and a foot massage. At the time, he was a 25-year-old waiter with floppy hair, and he was totally outdone by a stuntman and a guy in “finance” with bleachy gelled hair. He did not even get asked to the podium.

It’s hard to blame them. These sort of shows can make even Don Draper sound like Glenn Quagmire, but how bummed would you be if that was you and you missed out on making out with Jon Hamm? I would be so bummed. Worst dating show mistake ever.

I, for one, would obviously be up for an evening of fabulosity with Jon Hamm. Although I’d have to skip the foot massage, because that’s gross and terrifying.

Randall Poster, the go-to music supervisor for Wes Anderson, Martin Scorcese and many others, has earned a reputation for bringing his music to life with inspired music choices. Working with Anderson he’s helped turned fans onto a trove of music that otherwise would have gone forgotten, from Emitt Rhodes to Peter Sarstedt.

As if the music from Wes’s excellent new movie “The Grand Budapest Hotel” wasn’t already fantastic enough, Poster has now made Spotify playlists for each of the movie’s characters for your browsing pleasure. There’s plenty of classical in there (M. Gustav is a classy motherfucker) but there’s also lots of obscure music that will likely constitute new discoveries. A little disappointing is that there’s no playlist for Zero, but leisure time for music listening probably isn’t in his lifestyle anyway.

Listen here.

Also, Poster did a Reddit AMA Friday afternoon. When asked what new music we should be listening to, he name-checked Lo-Fang. If you’re not familiar, check out a couple songs below.

A entidade acláralles aos sindicatos que Bruxelas non permite modificar o axuste previsto, pero "minimizará o impacto". O banco reducirá soldos e xornada para facer menos despedimentos. Os preferentistas piden ao FROB que "desbloquee" a solución que lle ofrece NCG.

Se me duerme la mano de lo que te echo de menos. ^^

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this is my favorite video on this planet

¡Hola parejitas jugonas!

¿Sabéis cuando surgió la comida rápida? ¿Y cuando inventaron el osito de peluche? No, ¿verdad? Nosotros tampoco hasta que este juego cayó en nuestras manos. Hoy jugamos a Timeline.

Nº de jugadores: De 2 a 8. En realidad pueden ser todos los que quieras mientras haya cartas, pero imaginamos que a más será insoportable.

Tiempo de juego: 10 minutos por partida. Pero rara vez te echaras solo una.

Autor: Frédéric Henry

La mecánica de este juego es extremadamente simple. Por un lado de las cartas tenemos un evento importante en la historia de la humanidad, y por el otro lado, la fecha de dicho evento. Nuestro objetivo será intentar deshacernos de nuestras cartas colocándolas correctamente en  la línea del tiempo.

Se repartirá a cada jugador 4 cartas con las fechas hacia abajo para que no sean visibles, y se colocara una carta en el centro de la mesa, que será el punto de partida de nuestra línea temporal. El resto de cartas se dejarán aparte con la fecha hacia abajo formando la pila la que cogerás cartas cuando te equivoques.

En su turno cada jugador escogerá una de sus cartas y decidirá donde colocarla. A la izquierda de la carta que ya está puesta en el centro de la mesa si cree que es más antigua, o a la derecha si cree que es más moderna. Y le dará la vuelta para comprobar la fecha.

Si ha acertado, pasa el turno al siguiente jugador. Si se ha equivocado, colocará la carta en el lugar correcto y cogerá una nueva carta del mazo sin mirar la fecha, y le toca al siguiente jugador.

En su turno, el siguiente jugador hará lo mismo, pero ahora tendrá que considerar las dos cartas y tendrá que decidir si colocar la carta a la izquierda de una de ellas, a la derecha o en media de ambas si el evento ocurre en una fecha intermedia entre las otras dos cartas.

Y ese es todo el juego, el primer jugador que consiga poner todas sus cartas en la línea temporal será el ganador.

El juego puede ser aburrido si te limitas a poner cartas sin más. Pero si hay algún patos@ que coloca el descubrimiento del carbón después de que se inventara la máquina de vapor, el juego gana en risas y burlas hacia la pobre Fayzah y su torpeza (en mi defensa, eran las 4 de la mañana). Además te permite descubrir cositas curiosas que son interesantes.

Para dos funciona exactamente igual que con más, salvo que hay menos cartas en mesa y menos tiempo entre turnos para pensar.

Y cuando ya os sepáis todas las cartas de memoria, sus varias expansiones hacen que de nuevo tengáis un nuevo reto en vuestras manos.

Si, hay algunas obviedades

Una pegilla que tiene el juego, más bien su caja es que las cartas no quedan del todo ajustadas en su interior y, por lo tanto, tras llevártelo a algún lado, cosa que su tamaño permite, tendrás que entretenerte en volver a colocar en su lugar porque se ha producido un pequeño baile en el interior de la caja.

 Opinión de Farko: Un juego muy entretenido. Sencillote y la rejugabilidad queda corta si no le metes expansiones, pero para lo que es, te hace echar unos ratejos majos. Muy gracioso con niños pequeños, que ponen las cartas en los sitios más raros.

Opinión de Fayzah: Es el juego ideal para los amantes de la historia. Descubrirás curiosidades que probablemente no sabias. No apto para grupos que incluyan un licenciado en historia, ganaran ellos seguro.

Enlace al juego en la BGG: Timeline

Reseña del juego en Jugando para 2: Timeline

Reseña en ¿Jugamos una… de Timeline?

Reseña en The Black Meeple: Timeline

Timeline en Mesa de Juegos

Na svidenje!

La relatividad de un defecto.

  

Neila Ray is a fitness expert who knows how to motivate geeks to get in shape. She has an ongoing series of workout routines that require no equipment but a serious connection to at least one fandom. There’s no My Little Pony workout yet, but there are workouts for fans of 300, Batman, Firefly, and more. Conveniently, there’s a workout that can be done without leaving the couch. There’s one that I can do. Well, right after I get bored of Netflixing tonight.

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Two days before I met with Uki Goñi, his analysis of president Cristina Fernández de Kirchner and the crisis in Argentina was the top article on the Guardian website. Goñi is a correspondent for British newspapers, covering events in Argentina, but his professional experiences before this are enough for a number of lives. He arrived in the city in his early twenties and began work as a journalist at the Buenos Aires Herald, an English language daily and the city's only newspaper reporting on missing people during the dictatorship. Over the next decade he focused on his band Los Helicópteros, and then wrote three books: El Infiltrado. La verdadera historia de Alfredo Astiz, on the activities of the ESMA, an illegal detention center during the country's National Reorganization Process (1976-1983) responsible for disappearances, tortures, and illegal executions; Perón y los Alemanes, on Perón's involvement with Nazi spies in the country; and The Real Odessa, on Nazi criminals' escapes to Argentina.

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The Irish Farmers Journal reports on a strange baby born on Paddy Murphy’s farm. New lambs were being born, but one looks like a goat. The goat-sheep cross, or “geep” is a week old and already showing nubs where his horns will grow.

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The lamb-kid may look like a goat, but his mother loves him. According to Wikipedia, such hybrids happen, but are usually stillborn. Sheep have 54 chromosomes and goats have 60. In the few rare cases of surviving crosses, the hybrid had 57 chromosomes. No doubt scientists will want to take a look at Paddy Murphy’s new geep. -via Metafilter

Menudo revuelo está causando una pizzería en la ciudad canadiense de Vancouver desde hace unos días al proponer a sus comensales pizzas con aderezos de mariguana.

La pizzería Mega Ill Pizza no solamente permite a sus clientes fumar mota mientras comen al prestarles pipas de agua, sino que proponen por unos diez dólares un “toping” o aderezo en forma de aceite elaborado con extracto de mariguana.

Sin embargo no cualquiera puede pedir este suplemente “diferente” ya que para hacerlo se tiene que tener más de 18 años de edad y tener una tarjeta que permite la compra y el consumo de mariguana. Originalmente esta tarjeta es emitida con fines medicinales pero podemos imaginar que muchos la han de pedir prestado para otros propósitos que la medicina…

El concepto ha sido criticado por algunos y aplaudido por otros. Aquí no opinaremos al respecto pero tenemos que reconocer que, con esta iniciativa, el dueño de la pizzería ya encontró la manera de dar a conocer su restaurante y seguramente tendrá muchos clientes interesados en sus opciones de menú diferente al de las pizzerías tradicionales.

Directo al Paladar| Tarta de camarones. Receta

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La noticia Una pizza con mariguana, por favor. fue publicada originalmente en Directo al Paladar México por Philippe Saez.

Want to take a brief dip into Middle-earth without committing to your couch and television for hours and hours? If so, the latest 8-Bit Cinema from CineFix is for you. They’ve condensed The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey and The Desolation of Smaug into three minutes of animated, video game style silliness. I would happily watch the entire film trilogy in this format or play a video game with a similar narrative:

The cut takes Thorin and company from Bag End to the showdown with the Goblins in just over a minute. Blink and suddenly you’re in the Lonely Mountain. You do lose some key scenes and dialogue along the way, but this interpretation hits enough of the highlights to cover the gist of the story.

My biggest takeaway is that the “Misty Mountains Cold” track sounds fantastic even when it’s synthesized, and I would like to buy it on iTunes. Also, 8-bit Smaug is a little adorable.

Tell about your favorite part of the animation in the comments!

HT: Laughing Squid

Photo via Flickr user Debs

Forget the old five-a-day mantra—there's now a whole new way to keep yourself from going into beige shell suits and rheumatoid arthritis. And ready yourself, because this may come as a shock: According to the results of a study released today, eating more healthy stuff is better for you than eating less healthy stuff. 

In fact, researchers found that eating seven or more portions of fruit and vegetables a day—rather than even one less portion than that—reduces your risk of death at any point in time by 42 percent. The University College London worked with the Health Survey for England to examine the eating habits of 65,226 people, using data taken between 2001 and 2008. Researchers then discerned that the more fruit and vegetables their chosen subjects ate, the less likely they were to die (specifically looking at risks of death by cancer and heart disease, which were reduced by 25 percent and 31 percent, respectively).

“We all know that eating fruit and vegetables is healthy,” says Dr. Oyinlola Oyebode of UCL’s Department of Epidemiology and Public Health, “but the size of the effect is staggering.” If you look at the figures, she’s right—it is staggering. But I can’t help thinking that the over-optimizing is staggering, too, and the dormant conspiracy theorist in me says there must be some sort of psychological technique at play in the phrasing, i.e., tell people to eat five portions and they’ll eat three or four. Tell people to eat seven and they might just eat five.

Some outlets are suggesting that ten portions a day is more optimal; the implications of which will probably have some people freefalling into despair. Because, really, how realistic is it to ask someone to eat that many vegetables a day? Unless you can deploy an assistant to whizz you up a gallon bottle of veggie smoothies every morning—or have the time and constitution to be consistently steaming broccoli—I'd say it's not very realistic at all. 

Break down just how much seven portions of the suggested 80 grams (about six tablespoons) serving amounts to, and it becomes completely impossible. It’s... so... much. My cup regularly runneth over with vegetables (one of my favorite snacks as a child was, apparently, raw parsnips, if that gives you any idea of how much I enjoy food that comes out of the ground), and I still feel not just daunted by the amount of greens I'm supposed to be eating but instantly guilty. Guilty for my future body and the future of the bodies I might birth from it. 

One in five of the UK population lives below the official poverty line. Over 13 million people don’t have enough to live on, and the demand for food banks among the UK’s poorest families—although statistically hard to measure—is enormous. Because of the unsustainable ascent in the cost of living, food prices, changes to benefits, and unemployment, people are in a hunger crisis. And although most food banks do offer fresh produce, it goes quickly.

So if you're a young parent who wants to feed yourself and your children, but who has missed out on all the carrots at the local food bank, what do you do with this new information? How are you supposed to stop yourself and your offspring from dying before your or their time? What do you do if you don’t have the means to go to a local market and buy peppers and sprouts? Because while doing so might still be a cheaper way to fill your fridge's vegetable drawer than the overpriced multi-packs you find in inner-city supermarkets, what if you can't afford the bus to get you there in the first place?

If a local supermarket is your only option, you'll buy something cheap and something that's going to keep your family full. If that something is frozen and can be cooked in the time it takes to set the table, so be it. Yes, more models for food education larger than Jamie Oliver’s knife collection should be put into practice, but this is about right now. It’s not about learning how to make dinner last week, it’s "What can I eat tonight?" If you’re in crisis, the immediate future is your only measure of time.

This news isn't just daunting for those in dire straights, either. For the average office worker spending $5 to $10 on lunch every day, how much of this suggested amount of goodness are you getting? Not enough, evidently. Short of those who have a fully equipped kitchen, access to a bountiful local market next to their place of work, and the time and inclination to blanch a few heads of cauliflower come lunchtime, most people are presumably going to find it a little difficult to eat more than a pound of fruit and vegetables every day. And forget those easy routes you might have taken before—fruit juices, smoothies, dried or tinned fruit—because, according to another recent study, sugar is the dietary equivalent of the grim reaper.

So what’s the solution? How do we process this research and act accordingly? The answer, I think, remains the same as for all the stuff we’re told is good or not good for us: common sense. Don't make your life one panicky, number-obsessed day after the next or turn your appetite into a mathematical equation. Just do the best you can, where you can, and maybe shake a few more frozen peas into the saucepan tonight. 

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Earlier this week OkCupid helped bring Mozilla’s new CEO Brendan Eich under fire for donating to California’s Prop 8 in 2008, a law that enacted a statewide ban on same-sex marriages.

Eich, the inventor of the JavaScript language, co-founded Mozilla in 1998, famous for its open-source web browser Firefox which is now used by nearly 20% of all internet users. After serving as Mozilla’s CTO for nine years he became CEO in March, where it took less than a month for his 2008 contribution to Prop 8 to come out and irk Mozilla employees.

As Mozilla staff began calling for his resignation, OkCupid caught wind of the controversy and did their part to spotlight the issue. Starting Monday OkCupid blocked Firefox traffic to the dating site with a note explaining that “Mozilla’s new CEO, Brendan Eich, is an opponent of equal rights for gay couples. We would therefore prefer that our users not use Mozilla software to access OkCupid.” OkCupid then gave Firefox users links to download alternate browsers.

The pressure worked, and Thursday Mozilla announced Eich would step down as CEO and leave their board. From a post on their blog:

Mozilla prides itself on being held to a different standard and, this past week, we didn’t live up to it. We know why people are hurt and angry, and they are right: it’s because we haven’t stayed true to ourselves.

We didn’t act like you’d expect Mozilla to act. We didn’t move fast enough to engage with people once the controversy started. We’re sorry. We must do better.

Brendan Eich has chosen to step down from his role as CEO. He’s made this decision for Mozilla and our community.

Mozilla believes both in equality and freedom of speech. Equality is necessary for meaningful speech. And you need free speech to fight for equality. Figuring out how to stand for both at the same time can be hard.

Our organizational culture reflects diversity and inclusiveness. We welcome contributions from everyone regardless of age, culture, ethnicity, gender, gender-identity, language, race, sexual orientation, geographical location and religious views. Mozilla supports equality for all.

Read the whole statement here.

This whole episode illustrates the power of consensus, and how quickly it can change. The CEO of one of the most influential internet companies in the world was just deposed for contributing $1,000 to a cause that was upheld as the law of the land in California for two years before being overturned in 2010.

It’s enough to give you hope in the long march of progress and a reminder to watch your ass—retribution for being on the wrong side of history is relentless, and without expiration date.

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At 4pm on Thursday, Mike Mills, bassist for the CBS Orchestra, Paul Shaffer’s house band on “Late Night with David Letterman,” tweeted the news that the 66-year-old titular host will retire in 2015.

Dave just announced his retirement #2015 #muchlovedave

— Mike Mills (@m_millsey) April 3, 2014

Mills’s leak came after Letterman announced the news to his audience during Thursday afternoon’s taping at the Ed Sullivan Theater for tonight’s show. Here’s Letterman’s statement that he gave on the show, according to The Hollywood Reporter:

The man who owns this network, Leslie Moonves, he and I have had a relationship for years and years and years, and we have had this conversation in the past, and we agreed that we would work together on this circumstance and the timing of this circumstance. And I phoned him just before the program, and I said ‘Leslie, it’s been great, you’ve been great, and the network has been great, but I’m retiring.’

Watch the statement when the episode airs at its normally scheduled time tonight (11:35pm ET).

h/t Variety/THR
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David Letterman’s cantankerous wit, mixed with a penchant for mocking the absurdities of late-night clichés, has endeared him to those who make people laugh for a living. After hearing today's news that Letterman is planning to step down next year, I reached out to some of my favorite comedians to get their thoughts on losing another late-night icon.

Eric Andre (The Eric Andre Show)

Letterman was one of the first "anti-talk-show" talk-show hosts. He didn't give a fuck when the show started and just filmed himself walking around the studio. He also gave a platform to more "out-there" comics: Andy Kaufman, Bobcat Goldthwait, Bill Hicks, Mitch Hedberg. He will be missed.

Todd Glass (The Todd Glass Show)

I remember when Johnny was leaving. For people, it was more than someone funny was leaving; it was the comfort watching the same person every night. No disrespect to Johnny Carson, it’s just that I didn’t really connect to that. Now, I understand, because that’s how I feel about David Letterman leaving.

I don’t think there’s a right or a wrong when it comes to leaving your political or social views to yourself. You just have to do what you want to do. But it really made me fall in love with him on another level, because over the last five or ten years, he’s really been expressing those views more and more. He will be very proud of that, I think, as years pass. We’ll realize that he was on the right side of history.

Also, he’s just so comfortable and so relaxed. The type of relaxation that you’d maybe see on a podcast. To do that on national television? To just be so comfortable in your skin that you’re not afraid of silence sometimes. I just love everything about that.

Jake Fogelnest (The Fogelnest Files)

I knew this day was coming, but the news today really caught me by surprise. It's almost impossible to articulate just what a profound influence David Letterman has had on me. He is the definition of late-night comedy cool. Always has been, always will be. I just hope Regina doesn't get too annoyed with him sitting around the house playing with ham-radio equipment.   

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Ryan Stout (Conan, Chelsea Lately)

I have always been fond of David Letterman because, in order to find him funny, you need to pay attention. You have to be on the edge of your seat, watching every moment, or you're going to miss something. 

If he comes back from a commercial, he might say something like, "Really, Paul? A piece of cake, every day?" And if you didn't catch what they were talking about before the break, you don't know why that's funny. So now, you've been alienated, left in the dark, and it's your own fault. You weren't paying attention, and you didn't get the joke. That's not Dave's fault; that's your fault.

I enjoy that. I think you can offer someone the gift of laughter, but in order to receive it, they need to deserve it. Sometimes they have to earn it. It's not free. And comedy shouldn't be wasted on simpletons who can't focus.  If you were sharp enough to pay attention to Letterman's every move, it paid off.

In general, late-night talk shows were designed specifically to tuck people in and put them to sleep. And I would argue that job description hurt Letterman's ratings. He's not the comedian you fall asleep watching. If you are dozing off and Letterman is making jokes that you don't understand because you aren't paying enough attention, that is going to be very agitating. You're constantly going to be asking yourself, Why was that funny? That struggle is going to keep you awake. And if you don't want to be awake, you're going to change the channel to a more mellow brand of late night.

But for those of us who want our comedy sharp and crafted at the 11:30 PM hour, David Letterman has always been the guy to watch.

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Chris Gethard (The Chris Gethard Show)

Discovering Letterman was the first time in my life I saw something funny and realized that funny could also be smart and cool. When I was a kid, his book of Top Ten Lists was like a bible of comedic timing and dumb subversiveness. Most importantly, he does what he wants. He conducts the most honest interviews, he brings on interesting fringe people as guests to give them exposure, and he is willing to wear an Alka-Seltzer suit on national television. He still does the best interviews in the game, hands down. He brought us Kaufman and Stern and Pekar and Elliott and so many others who may not have had as much of a chance without him.

To me, Carson is God, and Letterman is king. To people of my generation, he was the guy saying, "We can be weird and different, and that's what's cool now." I can't overstate his influence on me, and on comedy in general. I think he's probably the most underappreciated voice in contemporary comedy, and he's a dude who's on national TV every night to great praise. He will always deserve more credit than he gets. Always.

I've never met him or been on his show, and if I can't make that happen before he retires, I know it will be one of the biggest regrets of my professional life. I only hope that my work extends the ballsiness he put out there in some small way, because he's in my Mount Rushmore of comedy. And he gets the Lincoln slot. His is a standard I will always seek to honor in my own work.

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Guy Branum (Chelsea Lately, Totally Biased)

David Letterman merged the absurd with the human. When he'd suggest to Isabella Rossellini that they rent a Ford Taurus and just drive around, it was a legitimate, honest flirtation put in the most ridiculous terms. From "Will It Float?" to his attempts to psychically predict which pies his mom made for Thanksgiving, he put basic, human curiosities and emotions and turned them into something delightfully absurd.

He also showed me how important it is to respect other people—from making a hamburger with Julia Child to bantering with Amy Sedaris, he gave other people the space to be great, and it always made him look better. He's magical (but I still haven't forgiven him for fucking over Merrill Markoe).

Laura Kightlinger (HBO)

I have a folder that's called "Sucking Eddie Brill's Dick."

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James Franco (35) allegedly tried to hook up with a teen girl (17) via Instagram, which is VERY GLAM and news I can get down with.

I don’t really know if you know—but banging older guys is practically a pastime for a lot of teen girls (and boys XXX). That is just how the world works. You might have been that boy/girl at some point.

Right now: some 17-year-old girl is ready to go suck some 24-year-old dude’s dick she met off Tinder. Boo fucking hoo! This is the real world. No law will ever change the way humans break them.

Lorde, 17, miss underage anti-teen dream, is openly dating a 24-year-old Asian dude who is 7 years her senior. Guess what? Beneath her “subversive” teen-girl-in-all-black rebellion is a ordinary teen girl who gets fucked by an older man all the time. Shocker.

It could be that James is manipulating tabloids as method pop art—manufacturing a scandal for PR. If you haven’t noticed, his new film PALO ALTO has a storyline where he plays the hot teacher and Emma Roberts plays the young teen girl hot for him.

I imagine the fictional teacher is near James’s real age, so life imitates art.

It would just be boring to attack or belittle James for what he did because he’s a celebrity. (I don’t even know if this term is valid in 2014?)

Instead, we should pat him on the back.

I think we should try to understand the situation for what it is. It’s reality.

Art is supposed to take details from our everyday lives and show them to people, sometimes in a way that makes us sick, sometimes in a way that comforts us.

I think he’s just a man like every other man at night with a hard on, in bed scrolling through Instagram, out there trying to fuck!

NOW MOTHERS AND FATHERS:

It is your duty to lock your teens up, smash their screens, and keep them away from daddy James.

If you can…

Don’t worry! In the sequel they eventually decided to nuke it from orbit. It was the only way to make sure.

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