So, here's a weird thing: Apparently, there are people who make a (blog) living out of tracking down the attractive people in ads and revealing their names and professional information.

• Of course they have ads from American Apparel.

Yep. WhoIsThatHotAdGirl.Tumblr.com. It's a thing that exists—and of course it would, in this day and age, considering that there is a Tumblr for literally anything your weird, deviant heart desires (as one of our poor, unnamed staffers learned one day, during an innocent search for attractive men and kilts.)

In all seriousness, they're doing a service (to an extent), as they dig up contact information, demo reels, and past work for women who may not otherwise be heard from very often—even if they are doing it to aid in providing fantasy material for people on the Internet.

Today, the Daily Beast has this vaguely interesting listicle (list-based article) centered around possible reasons that the small town of Wellington, Kan., has made it illegal for a house to contain more than four cats.

Shocking stuff, sure (at least, if you were planning to move to a town in Kansas with a population less than three times that of Tucson High's total enrollment, anyway.) But the first item in their list is this heart-warming story out of our fair state:

An 81-year-old Arizona woman named Lucienne Touboul was arrested in May on charges of animal neglect and cruelty after police were tipped off that she was hoarding 64 cats in her home. It wasn’t the first time Touboul encountered legal trouble. She had an outstanding warrant from a 2010 animal-cruelty case, in which deputies discovered nine frozen cats in her icebox—which she told police she used for cooking a stew. “In 50 years of law enforcement,” said Sheriff Joe Arpaio, “I’ve never heard of a case quite like this where an animal lover presumably turns her much-loved pets into stew.”

For the full tale of Ms. Touboul, see the Daily Beast's source here.

Joseph Sciambra claims to be a former gay porn star (I choose to take his word for it) and he has a few interesting theories about anal sex, including the idea that the practice creates demons.

Totally worth watching (although perhaps not at work if you're using speakers that can be heard by others), if only for the line "Anal has become the first kiss." The dating world has certainly changed since I got married, apparently.

This is traditionally the time of year when news outlets, facing slow news days (aside from the occasional terrifying mass shooting, of course), throw together trend stories about holiday shopping.

The Los Angeles Times isn't immune to this trend—though they went the extra 480-some-odd miles for this one, venturing to check out the consumer relationship between Tucson and Mexico, pointing out that Mexican consumers account for roughly 5% of Pima County sales tax revenue and noting that officials are working to bring that number up.

From the L.A. Times:

Faced with political backlash from the state's tough illegal immigration laws and increasing efforts to secure the U.S.-Mexico border, local officials have tried to mitigate the long border lines and bad perceptions with grass-roots public relations.

They've met with Mexican officials, trained local retailers in Mexican culture and even created a half-hour Tucson tourism television show for more than 200,000 cable subscribers living in Mexican border states. Their aim? To banish the perception that Arizona is unwelcoming or hostile toward Mexicans.

"We really need that customer to come here," said Felipe Garcia, executive vice president of the visitors bureau.

An estimated 24 million Mexicans visited Arizona in 2007 alone, according to the most recent University of Arizona study. Of those, about 2.7 million visited the Tucson region and spent about $976 million in Pima County. Tourism officials think those numbers have continued to rise.

Check out the full story at latimes.com.

A woman in Louisiana, with assistance from the ACLU, has won the right to keep her Christmas display up: A string of multicolored lights arranged to look like a hand giving her neighbors the finger.

From the Associated Press, via SFGate.com:

Sarah Childs was in a dispute with some of her neighbors in Denham Springs, just east of Baton Rouge, so she decided to send a message with her decorations. Neighbors complained and police threatened to arrest her, so she and the American Civil Liberties Union of Louisiana sued the city.

A judge ruled in her favor Thursday.

"I imagine it will be back up before too long," ACLU of Louisiana executive director Marjorie Esman said of the display.
Childs erected the lights on her roof last month. She has removed them twice — once after a police officer told her she could be fined and again after another officer threatened to arrest her, her lawsuit said.

Since we're a family publication (we consider ourselves the cool cousin of Tucson's extended family of news publications; you can make your own comments about the Star's role in this metaphor) and it's the holidays, we're including the photo, courtesy of the UK's Daily Mail, after the jump.

Why yes, that is Tom DeLonge, of Blink 182 and Angels & Airwaves fame, talking about UFOs. No, I don't understand it.

This video is from Spacing Out, a space-focused web series that has roots in Tempe, and is part of the OpenMinds.tv video collective (whose website appears to be down as of this writing, unfortunately).

If aliens and space are your thing (and more power to you, if they are), check out Spacing Out's Facebook page.

It turns out that there's a course at Brown University, entitled "Open Source Culture," that studies "the line between sampling and stealing," examining the idea of open source works and how today's Internet-centric culture has taken the idea of using "found footage," expanded upon it, and transformed it (for example: Danger Mouse's "Grey Album," a mash-up of Jay-Z's "Black Album" and the Beatles' self-titled "White Album").

• wiki.brown.edu
• "Da Great Gatsby" cover.

As a final project, student Katherine Lee created "Da Great Gatsby," a reinterpretation (remix?) of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby," as run through Gizoogle, a search engine/translator that spits out Snoop Dogg-ified versions of whatever is put into it. As Lee put it, she had been using the translator "to read NPR," which sounds fantastic, truly.

Her reasoning, according to the page cataloging the project?

Apparently, a person searching for temporary housing on tucson.craigslist.org only needs your yard, it seems. This person, whose name was not signed at the bottom of his/her space wanted ad, appears to have come across a rather, uh, "magical" windfall, and needs your land to make his/her dreams come true.

They want to grow a beanstalk. Of the magic kind. And the ad is just too crazy to not dissect below the jump. The actual ad will be in block quotes, my comments will not. Let us begin.

[Note: Out of respect for this individual's privacy, we have not included a direct link to their ad. But c'mon, you all should be smart enough to figure it out if you want to.]

Jonathan Mann is a singer-songwriter who produces one song (with accompanying video) per day. Ivory King was his girlfriend.

As of this song, they are officially broken up. Which is cool, I guess, since it appears that they've come to a mature decision and chosen to remain cordial about it. Good for them.

Unfortunately, this video is...difficult to watch. Nothing against Mr. Mann and Ms. King, but man, the choreographed dance that they do about 38 seconds in pegs the needle on the Awkward-Meter. The folks I was watching it with here in Weekly World Central tapped out not long after she pulled out the bass clarinet at about the 55 second mark.

I called it after about one-and-a-half minutes — dance break number two spelled my end. If you can watch the entire time without averting your eyes (and I know that anyone who would claim to have done so in the comments section would be honest about it—after all, who would lie on the internet?), you will officially be my hero for the day.

Apparently, a Las Vegas Denny's has decided that there's just a bit too much class and grandeur involved in quickie Vegas weddings, electing to create a place where people can get hitched with a minimal amount of fuss—and, potentially, eat a Grand Slam mid-ceremony.

According to Reuters, this particular Denny's is said to be among the ten largest Denny's restaurants in the world, one of the few Denny's to offer a full bar and will offer a sandwich consisting of bacon, peanut butter and bananas between two pieces of french toast, called "the King Stack," in honor of Elvis—and which I'm challenging Lindy's on Fourth to improve upon right now.

But the main event for the 24-hour diner on Fremont Street is the wedding chapel, set to start hosting a number of hastily-conceived bad ideas weddings early next year—including a celebrity wedding whose participants have yet to be announced.

While the building's architect, James Wines, hopes for a Kim Kardashian wedding ("because then you could have repeat performances," he said), I'm personally rooting for Justin Bieber to marry whoever the hell he happens to be dating at the time—hell, maybe there can be surprise Bieber-Kardashian nuptials and everyone can be happy.