The amount of museums and specialty groups in Tucson never cease to amaze me. Gayle Castañeda, founder of the Castañeda Museum of Ethnic Costume non-profit organization, has decided to publish an all ages A-Z childrens book based on her extensive doll collections. Castañeda trying to raise $10,000 before Thursday, June 5.

The colorful dolls chosen for each letter of the alphabet are eye catching. We hope adults & children will peruse this book together, with comments flowing back & forth. The book can provide several levels of learning. On one page of the book there will be an ethnic doll, & on the opposite page there will be a colorful map & short, informative description of that doll. Ethnic dolls in folk or regional costume provide a fun way to learn about, enjoy, & respect other people different from ourselves. Hopefully our book's readers will feel that excitement! So far Museum funds have enabled us to begin preliminary work on the book.

The funds will be used for the printing, production, distribution and marketing marketing costs, according to the project page.

Click here to visit the Kickstarter page.

I've been there, losing track of how much I've been using my phone and finding that I'm under 5%, and God forbid that I'm without access to the outside world until I can get back to a power outlet. I think everyone with an energy-draining phone has been there. However, what are you supposed to do?

Apparently, people ask restaurants to charge their phones for them? This is actually a thing? Perhaps this trend hasn't made it to Tucson yet, but Eater wrote about a Facebook post from their Chef of the Year, Brendan McGill, of Hitchcock on Bainbridge Island, Washington, where he discusses the perils of trying to please power-hungry customers:

People waving their dead iPhones at bartenders is becoming epidemic. A service you might provide to a friend or regular has become an expectation - busy service staff who already have plenty to worry about are also expected to juggle a full bar's dead phones. Folks seem to be taking less responsibility for their personal devices and their respective batteries.

Should we pull a David Meinert and make some groundbreaking policy, say, a $5 menu charge for using our well-stocked electrical charging station? Or do a Canlis and bring guests a charging pack on a platter, with only one to hand out at a time? Alternately, simply decline to charge people's phones.

The strive to provide excellent service raises the conundrum: if your server is messing around with your phone, they're not attending to your more dining-related needs, nor those in the rest of their section. The classiest joints seem to be aiming to take the tech out of dining: no photos, no cell phone talking in the dining room.

So, what do we think?

Some places are probably more apt to provide such a service than others (casual bar with an extra outlet in a public area?), but is this really what we expect now from sit-down restaurants? Like McGill mentions, shouldn't we take some responsibility for ourselves and our battery needs?

While the news is usually focused on hate, corruption, and crime, not all is lost. While your favorite businessman was discovering that having a biracial girlfriend and owning a basketball team isn't really a great idea if you're a married racist man, an everyday hero was at work.

• Christy Harding

Our story begins in Jacksonville, Florida, where the water is warm enough to go ocean kayaking in the dead of winter when a hurricane hits further down the coast and the waves are gigantic. Or so I've heard. A two-year-old girl named Ashley was diagnosed with a potentially fatal disease and needed a new kidney to survive, so her mom posted a facebook ad looking for a donor.

This week's hero is Christy. Christy was at her job, EARNING $$$$$$ ONLINE WITHOUT LEAVING HOME! NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY!, when she saw the facebook ad looking for someone with Type-0 blood. Christy jumped on the opportunity, knowing that she had been blessed with Type-0 blood instead of being one of those AB-negative scumbags. In one fell swoop she heroically clicked on the ad, read through it a little bit, checked around online to make sure it wasn't a scam, researched Ashley's disease and then found a summary in plain English, then contacted Ashley's mother. Christy had never met Ashley or her mother and they weren't distantly related. She had never known they existed until seeing the facebook post. After the initial email, the details were quickly arranged and Christy went from Florida to Minnesota on Monday to meet the family and perform medical tests. The surgery has yet to take place, but the tests so far have been positive and everyone involved is still preparing for the surgery to happen.

In summary, Christy is a hero. She drove sorta across the country to donate her kidney to someone she's never met, expecting nothing in return. As to her motivation, Christy had a young daughter too and feels that her daughter inspired her decision. She explained, "I can't imagine waiting for that phone call for someone to say, 'Yes. Someone has made the decision to save your daughter's life.'" While Ashley is expected to recover from a potentially fatal disease, she isn't the only daughter to be greatly blessed this week. With the newfound strength and courage of her mother inspiring her, Christy's daughter too will grow to be stronger than any challenge she will ever face or something.

"My dad has been collecting penises for a long time," says Sigurour “Siggi” Hjartarson's son. Hjartarson is the owner and curator of the Icelandic Phallological Museum, located a half-hour from the Arctic Circle.

Welcome to The Final Member, a new documentary about a museum of dicks.

Hjartarson's museum is dedicated to the preservation of mammalian genitalia. From the impressive length of a sperm whale's member (nearly six feet) to a measly hamster's piece (2mm), Hjartarson's got them all, except one. There's one lone empty jar, eagerly awaiting a human penis.

The Final Member chronicles not only the likable Hjartarson's various eccentricities (he's really into his museum; he wears bow-ties fashioned out of whale-dick bone, and he takes long walks on the Icelandic countrywide with a bull's penis for a walking stick), but it also showcases two men competing to get their appendages in the museum first.

First up is Pall Arason, a 95-year-old Iceland native, adventurer and a self-proclaimed womanizer. He wants his manhood preserved, but there are concerns about elderly shrinkage. In Iceland, there's something about "legal length," and the explanation is one of the film's most side-splitting scenes. Poor Arason is involved in the doc's most harrowing sequence, when attempts to encase his penis in a plaster cast go horribly awry.

The latest jab at the Old Pueblo came in Sunday night's episode, when after Lois and the Griffin family were worried that Peter's business trips had made him too intelligent and aloof, they decided the only way to fix this was to send him to America's dumbest city as a way of reversing his smarts.

So, of course, that meant the next scene had Peter walking into a room with a sign that said "Welcome to Tucson," followed by the sight of several slack-jawed and summer-toothed simpletons punching each other in the junk while giggling.

The trip apparently worked, as Peter came home as his old dumb self, declaring that while in Tucson he'd seen a wet T-shirt contest using chocolate milk at the Tucson Philharmonic. Oh, and that Battleship was still in theaters here.

(Stupid writers: we don't have a philharmonic)

This is at least the fourth jab at Tucson in the past two years on either Family Guy or another Seth MacFarlane-made show, American Dad. Past digs include calling this city unnecessary, questioning the University of Arizona's admission standards and a variety of observations about the region while on a helicopter tour.

There have also been clips dedicated toward Arizona's immigration stance and fondness of illegal immigrants, but since that's completely true there's no reason to quibble.

I grew up in a community located in the South Tucson —Kino and 29th St. to be exact—that is referred to as the Vistas. I'll never forget leaving my house to go to Cavett Elementary or Utterback Middle School and noticing various structures, walls and fences tagged by the residential gang members that referred to themselves as the Vista Bloods. Our family didn't have to sit on the floor to avoid stray bullets zipping past our windows, but gunshots and police sirens were common. Relatives on both sides of the family are riddled with gang bangers and found some sense of community and comradery by wearing a uniform defined by a primary color.

So, I never saw the appeal or had the desired to emulate the rappers and family members with "Brown Pride." I did have an extensive Homies figure collection on my desk during my days slaving away at a call center, but that's about it. Alright, I do have an affinity for 60s R&B/slow jams and Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.

This type of fashion and lifestyle is starting to take off internationally. Coconuts Bangkok and Fusion Live have reported this trend of Thai men dressing up like Mexican gangsters after obsessively watching Youtube videos and becoming enamored with what they saw. Thankfully, these Thai vato locos are merely appreciating the tattoos, jewelry, clothing, music, cars, and avoiding the violence and rituals that is commonly associated with real gangs.

From Coconuts:

Perhaps what most separates the Thais from the Mexicans they imitate is that almost all of them hold innocuous 9-5s as teachers, policemen and bureaucrats. Many are family men, and some admitted to consulting their wives before getting certain tattoos. Needless to say, the Thai gangs don’t fight amongst themselves or deal in illicit drugs, both of which are hallmarks of real Latino gangs. In a nutshell, this is a brotherhood of style-conscious men who bond over baggy white shirts and gothic-baroque tattoos

Some McDonald employees leaked a NSFW disturbing video of a topless woman in a thong breaking cash registers, destroying fixtures and eating icecream by hand at their resturant somewhere in Florida, according to UPROXX. The Tampa Bay Tribune hasn't been able to pin-point the exact location. Tampa Bay Police is unaware of the incident and looking in to it, according to the Tribune. These McDonald's workers don't get paid enough to deal with this kind of crazy.

Watch the NSFW video, below the cut. Don't forget to shout "World Star" while watching.

On Saturday morning, same sex marriage became legal in England, which is great news for anyone who loves love and probably also for the guy who wrote the smash hit comedies Notting Hill and Love Actually. More material! One particularly moving story was captured by the folks at the Sunday Sport, which seems to have purchased the font library of the National Enquirer at some point. Get your non-brand-name facial tissue ready for the touching tale of the man who married his mugger:

For all of you out there who missed the UA 'riot' that took place this past Saturday, here's a video that covered the event from start to finish. My analysis of the event: Wildcat fans really know how to throw a party.