You had to know this was coming, right?

"Get Lucky," Daft Punk's first single off of Random Access Memories has blown up—way, WAY up. That's not a surprise, given that they're f—king Daft Punk, but this seems almost seems like a bit much.

Apparently, the French masters of EDM have partnered with condom manufacturers Durex to create a as-of-now limited edition set of "Get Lucky" condoms—as illustrated by American D.J. Diplo:

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• "thank god i had those daft punk condoms last night" - Diplo

So apparently, Diplo got his bone on with some DP jimmy hats—which I can only assume are chromed out, with flashing LEDs—and decided to share his adventures with the world.

No word on whether the Daft Punk condoms (which will hopefully feature various helmet designs for each, uh, "gentleman's sausage" that they adorn) will be sold, but if they are, count on us at Weekly World Central buying a pack of them and being sorely disappointed that they don't feature the lyrics to "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" on each wrapper.

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So, I was on the always insightful and informative Bust Magazine website reading about Sarah Anne Ward's photography period-art project. I've gotta say — I wasn't too impressed.

I tended to agree with some of the comments that the Rorschach images on underwear, sheets and a panty liner aren't that realistic. Period blood, after all, isn't usually a bright red ink color — although wonderful for that Rorschach idea. But at the same time, it isn't blue either, which it seems most pad and tampon commercials want you to believe because blood is well, gross. Blue water soaked into a tampon on TV is "beautiful" — so long as we stretch the definition of beautiful.

But here's what I really liked about the Bust post: The Period Store.

It's a subscription-based service timed to your menstruation cycle that, depending on how much you want to pay or what you feel you need, arrives each month in the form of feminine hygiene products from all over the world (the Korean eucalyptus pads that supposedly make you feel like you're in a forest sound intriguing, but just not sure I want that forest feel, you know, down there). There are also other hygiene items you could receive, like sea sponges (I had no clue).

But the box also includes tea, medicine, something sweet with chocolate and the best thing — a 5x7 art print. Art is always good for what ails you — things based in reality delivered to your door, not Rorschach period blood made with red paint or ink. Cool and all, but not necessarily what I see every month.

The Undergrads is the not-terribly-original name for a fairly interesting look at what happens when three improv nerds from University of Arizona's "Charles Darwin Experiment" get in front of a camera and make with the funny.

And honestly? It's pretty good — which is why they're asking for your money to help them produce a short season's worth of webisodes:

The three are all on an improv troupe at their school, The Charles Darwin Experience, which the webseries is loosely based on. The troupe inspired them to bring improv to a different medium than just the stage, and many other members are featured in the series. This project isn't for a class or for a profit - but just for fun! Many of the actors and crew members are all friends who hang out in their spare time as well. However, this project is very important to all of us and is something that everyone takes seriously.

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We've already managed to squeeze out a special-length pilot episode for the series, but now we need YOU! We have a plan for a twelve episode season in total, with most episodes lasting about three to four minutes, with a couple special-length episodes thrown in.

Although we can check out film equipment from the school, and have access to a camera, there are a lot of hidden expenses that we need help with. In a perfect world, we would really like to buy our own sound equipment, but at the very least we need funds for costumes, props, and for snacks to feed the crew so they don't get cranky.

I'm not going to lie: that three-to-four minute sweet spot is what they need. The episode embedded above flags a bit at times, so a bit more tightness could do nothing but help — but given what they've shown so far, they seem to be a decent enough group to warrant having some money thrown at them.

But only if they maintain the odd gag of the incredibly tall guy from the rival improv group. I'm all for that.

In a bit of goofy fun that's happening with increasing frequency, Google's latest Doodle (the image that displays above the search bar on Google.com, which changes frequently on holidays across the world) is another animated attempt at celebrating geeky, science culture.

And this time, it's a point-and-click game!

Today is the 66th Anniversary of the Roswell Incident, where a UFO supposedly crash-landed in the New Mexico desert. From the U.K.'s Telegraph:

On July 8 1947, several witnesses reported seeing flying saucers at Roswell, New Mexico.

Suspicion was fuelled after Roswell Army Air Field (RAAF) public information officer Walter Haut announced in a press release that a "flying disk" had been recovered that had crashed on a ranch near Roswell.

Witnesses also claimed to have seen alien bodies at the crash site.

The incident soon became largely forgotten until 1978 when physicist and "ufologist" Stanton T. Friedman interviewed Major Jesse Marcel, who had been involved in recovering debris in 1947. Major Marcel claimed that the US government covered up the existence of an alien aircraft.

His claims sparked years of conspiracy theories, which the US government attempted to put to an end with the official 1997 report Case Closed: Final Report on the Roswell Crash.

Google's animated doodles have been rolling through quite a bit lately, with mini-games based on sports during last year's Olympics, a short adventure celebrating Star Trek, a mini-music video for Queen frontman Freddie Mercury's birthday, and so much more — it's almost like they're running out of things to do there, or something.

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• "Border Patrol" leader and professional wrestler “El Patrón” Oliver John.

"Lucha Libre is the cheapest form of therapy there is," according to luchadore Blue Demon Jr. in "Border Patrol Body Slam," one of the latest releases in the ongoing New York Times Op-Doc series. From the Times:

(Wrestling promoter) Gabriel Ramirez wanted to bring lucha libre, traditional Mexican-style professional wrestling, to the United States. When he dressed American professional wrestlers as Border Patrol agents to play the main villains, he knew he had a lucrative idea that would appeal to Latino audiences. More than entertainment, however, what he built is a type of Theater of the Oppressed, where social hierarchies are turned upside down and where, unlike in some media coverage, the Mexicans are the heroes.

The mini-documentary, a companion piece to a full-length project in the works, can be seen at NYTimes.com.

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Fireworks shows are fairly awesome — but you might have noticed that explosions don't seem to be as tremendous and grand as they used to be. No, that's not just you being a jaded adult — there's a reason for it, Fast Company Design explains:

Today, shows tend to pack in more, smaller fireworks to make up scale in bulk. There are a variety of intersecting anthropological and financial reasons for that, explains Doug Taylor, the president of Zambelli Fireworks (a company that will put on roughly 600 fireworks shows across the country this holiday weekend). People live closer together, safety regulations have gotten tighter, and if you don’t have size, fireworks are exciting in sheer density.

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“What’s happened is, the size shell that you can shoot in a particular location has decreased,” Taylor explains. Just as shell width correlates to height, so too does height correlate with regulation. Old regulations dictated that you needed 70 feet of area cleared for every inch of shell fired around a launch area. The new industry standard is 100 feet. So when you play that out, practically, a large 12-inch shell needs 1,200 feet (or nearly a quarter of a mile) cleared in every direction to be considered safe.

What it really comes down to is that there are too many people and too many houses, all too close together and spreading out way too far for fireworks to be as huge as they were, once upon a time.

For more, check out Fast Company Design.

Before we get into the video, let's go ahead and get this out of the way — you probably shouldn't try this yourself unless you're taking steps to ensure that you aren't going to set our fair desert on fire.

That said, there's nothing quite like the majesty involved in setting 200 sparklers off all at once. It's the kind of thing that just screams "America!" at you, over and over again, tapping you on the head, asking if you were listening.

America!

Seriously though, there has to be an opportunity to pull something similar off, what with the pop-up fireworks tents hanging out on every corner and in every grocery store parking lot.

Waldo, the elusive children's book character with a limited wardrobe, is hiding out in Tucson this summer.

Twenty-six local businesses around Fourth Avenue, Downtown, and around Broadway Village will be hosting six-inch-tall Waldos for the month of July. Kids who get their passport stamped for finding Waldo in 20 of those locations will be entered into a raffle for gifts from participating businesses and Waldo-themed prizes, including a six-volume set of Waldo books (I'll try to control my jealousy).

Kids can pick up their Waldo Passport at Antigone Books (411 N. Fourth Ave.), in the children’s section of the Main Library (101 N. Stone Ave.), or at Yikes Toys (2930 E. Broadway). Passports are due back to one of these locations by 7 p.m. on Wednesday, July 31.

Fine, it's not really science. But it's plausible enough, right?

No? Whatever. Sometimes, people are assholes — at least this video takes the time to try and make sense of that assholery by committing it to a particular recessive gene that may or may not be passed down by one's parents.

It's a fairly long video, at 13+ minutes, but it's a fairly good laugh. Just keep headphones in, if you don't want to have someone nearby at work wondering why they keep hearing the word "arsehole."

[h/t: Laughing Squid]

Sometimes when we work here, we find things that are so funny that other people in the office become uncomfortable with our level of laughter.

explodingactresses.tumblr.com is the latest cause of our sales department looking over at editorial and wondering what the f—k we're getting into.

I'll admit, the title of the blog is curious — I mean, actresses exploding? What could be funny about that, you ask?

Well, I ask you respectfully: what isn't funny about Meg Ryan's faked orgasm from When Harry Met Sally turning her into a party favor, or Julia Roberts literally exploding with glee upon viewing a fancy new necklace on loan from Richard Gere in Pretty Woman?:

Even better is the mass of Disney princesses getting the explosion treatment during musical numbers: