This particular incident is imbued with racial overtones and, as such, is likely to be something of a YouTube sensation. According to a translation posted on YouTube, the Chinese woman said the fight started when she asked to sit next to the other woman, who is African American, and was rebuffed. "She has no heart, always bullying chinese people," the woman reportedly says. YouTube commenters are discussing the matter in their typical nuanced, racially sensitive manner (i.e. being flaming bigots, repeatedly).

The racial angle aside, the incident is yet another example of how you really can't freak out on mass transit or on the streets or in airports any more:

• Have a tantrum because you missed your flight? You may well be remembered as the Cathay Pacific airport lady, for the rest of your whiny life.
  
• Flash your dick on the subway? There's an app for taking a picture of that.
  
• Shove a guy off his bicycle, while he's in motion? Someone will film it, and you'll have to pay.

We've written about nerdcore anthems before, including this rap about the SXSW internet conference, the one about the Hadron Collider and the one from the O(nline)G threatening to shank a Wired writer. With few exceptions, the genre has been dominated by geeks, which is why it's nice to see Kate Miller-Heidke get righteous on a creepy, Facebooking ex.

The Twitterati are, naturally, eating this up (though it dates to May).

*Which means it's probably a marketing ploy for something.

L.A. Rag Mag breathlessly reported how notorious Hollywood gay Alexis Arquette helped the blog purchase a copy of a photo showing Brando performing fellatio. His partner's identity is unclear, but people believe that the penis in question belonged to Wally Cox, Brando's longtime friend who shared a New York apartment with the actor.

An amazing discovery. Or should we say rediscovery? Or re-re-rediscovery?

Findadeath.com first published Brando's cock shot in 2004. That photo has resurfaced repeatedly since then, in part because of its publication in the 2005 book Brando Unzipped, which published a small version of the photo and reported that it came up in Brando's 1959 divorce proceedings with Anna Kashfi, his first wife. (According to the book, Brando acknowledged the photo's authenticity but described it as a "joke at a party.")

Is it real? Brando Unzipped maintains that it is.

This, by the way, is a photo from the book of the aptly named Mr. Cox.

Another piece of evidence: A snapshot allegedly taken of a framed print of the photo in the living room of French artists Pierre et Gilles.

And then there's L.A. Rag Mag's excitement over the photo. Sure, they could have made the whole story up and just republished a copy of the photo from the Internet. But the blog's excitement over their supposed find seems hard to feign. It's how rumors circulate these days: From the real world to books to the Internet, and back again, endlessly. Brando's cocksucker photo will never get old.

It's the human impulse to try and find one's brand, or one's employer's, among the "most influential" that turns the bastardized Tokyo subway map into self-promulgating piece of marketing.

The map is a reminder — as if we needed one — that, these days, you don't need to be a print magazine publisher to use an arbitrary ranking system to get people to look at your content.

Speaking of which: You can find the full-sized map here.

[via Daring Fireball]

That's the likeliest explanation for why one of the internet giant's vehicles slammed into a low bridge outside Pittsburgh. It was in the process of driving around and taking pictures for the Street View feature on Google Maps and Google Earth; hence, the crash has been preserved on Google's servers.

You can start here and keep clicking the forward arrow to watch as the cameras apparently get bent by the bridge, or just watch the video above.

You have to hand it to Google for having the good humor to leave these images online. The scene has already produced lots of chuckles over on Reddit.

Or maybe Google just didn't want to go to the trouble of deleting the wreck images. After an accident, the best approach is often to brush yourself off, pick up your camera and move on. Any spy worth his salt can tell you that.

The methodology: Use a fine paintbrush to moisten the middle of your Manischevitz flatbread. Break it neatly in half. And slather it with Nutella.

Hello, missing the point? The thing with the matzoh is that the Jews were too busy fleeing their Egyptian oppressors to let their bread rise. Like they'd have time for this kind of obsessive cracker division!

According to the Omegle blog, the site is the brainchild of Leif K-Brooks, an 18-year-old high school student who lives in Brattleboro, Vermont. Which makes perfect sense: If you've been to Brattleboro, it's easy to imagine how quickly a clever teen might run out of interesting people to talk to. And yet Facebook, with its insistence on real names, has made making friends online so cumbersome. Part of Twitter's charm is its throwback use of quirky Internet usernames. (Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg goes by "finkd" on the message-broadcasting service.)

Omegle takes that one step further, replacing goofy pseudonyms with perfect anonymity. (Chat partners are identified simply as "stranger.") It's the Internet-chat version of truckstop-bathroom sex — hotter because you don't know who you're hooking up with.

And yet it's over so soon.

[Photo by eurlief]

Numa Numa: 27.28 million hits now. Wowzers. If you are Gary Brolsma, the Numa Numa guy, you can only go two ways: fight your destiny and retreat into yourself—which would exact a high social cost, but let you retain your fundamental humanity—or embrace it and pimp it as much as possible. Gary's chosen option #2, as you can see, because here he is with that Geico gecko, going 'viral' and generally being a one-trick pony like some Harlem Globetrotter who would really love to tell the kids about the dangers of drugs and alcohol, but all they want to see is that half-court trick shot. The point is, never ever do anything popular on the internet, or you can kiss your ass goodbye.

Kutiman's video series has generated awe and praise in the week since it debuted. One fan even issued a preemptive warning to entertainment executives who might be contemplating lawsuits:

...if your reaction to this crate of magic is "Hm. I wonder how we'd go about suing someone who ‘did this' with our IP?" instead of, "Holy crap, clearly, this is the freaking future of entertainment," it's probably time to put some ramen on your Visa and start making stuff up for your LinkedIn page.

Because, this is what your new Elvis looks like, gang.

Like Elvis, Kutiman follows in some impressive footsteps:

Girl Talk, a Pittsburgh musician and former engineer whose albums are built from unauthorized samples. His 2008 Feed the Animals was a critical smash, but Rob Walker noted in the New York Times Magazine that the "music is a lawsuit waiting to happen." (The music in the video at left is Girl Talk; the images were put together by students at Concordia University in Montréal based on a Girl Talk concert video.)

Parry Gripp, the man behind Buffy the Vampire Slayer's theme song, writes short songs to accompany his YouTube video cocktails, built from the time-wasting video service's typical fare (think pets, family home videos) and mixed with short songs he writes himself. The result is a pretty brilliant visual punk rock. At left, "Young Girl Talking About Herself."

Poster Boy, the famed "remixer" of subway advertising posters, is possibly facing trial (depending on whether his real name is Henry Matyjewicz or not). His work is, variously, anti-consumerist, anti-gentrification, and anti-war, and he's trying (possibly with some success) to turn "Poster Boy" into a broader movement.

[via Daring Fireball]

This comes straight from our Gawker overlord Nick Denton: If you click the link, it takes you to the ViddyHo.com and asks you for your Google Talk login information. For the fools who enter their user info (that's Denton's IM window up above, with a couple folks who are already victims; sorry Rachel and Brian) it will then spam all of your chat buddies with the same message.

Viruses are usually annoying, but in this case, it's kind of fun to see who falls for it and who doesn't. Denton says: "I nearly did."

Update: our geekier brethren tell us that this is a "worm" and not a "virus," as the original headline suggested.

Strained emotions are, after all, an increasingly inevitable side effect of the absurdist drama that is modern airport security. Airline cost-cutting only makes matters worse.

The hitch: The worse your tantrum, the more likely you are to be recorded on someone's cell phone cam and humiliated globally on YouTube. Just ask bus uncle.

UPDATE: A reader tells us everyone in the video is speaking Cantonese. "They're trying to console her, then she starts yelling at her husband (i think) that he should have checked in first, because he could have told them that one more person was on her way." Ha! Any further Cantonese tidbits (in English pls!) to tips@gawker.com.

UPDATE: Thanks to "Michael" for his wife's transaltion, pasted in the comments here.

The site features outrageous fried foods, like the corn dog pizza, the double bacon hamburger fatty melt and a seven-pound breakfast burrito.

The site launched Monday. By Tuesday it was doing 1.3 million pageviews, beating our own 1.0 million pageviews. With, we'll assume, far less overhead.

On its first day out of the gate, the site had links from Perez Hilton, Time.com, MetaFilter , DListed; the next day the New York Times website linked. So, there's that. Someone is very savvy about obtaining links!

Then there's the gestalt of an outrageous site that keeps you reading page after page until you just have to send it along to eight friends. Which can be tricky to assemble without a budget, but if there's on thing America has in abundance, it's plenty of freakishly fatty consumables, and pictures of said consumables. Someone just harvested the bounty. Mmmm, harvest...

(Book deal in three, two...)

"Giants Fan in Shambles," it's titled. So true: the guy may need a "reality check," but can't someone provide him with a protective stuffed animal or something? Even Crocker had a blanky.

We'd agree with Cajun Boy that New York sports fans are generally insufferable, but we just cleaned this shirt and don't want to get snot and tears all over it.

An undated photo of Blagojevich signing the rack of a youthful female voter — hey, he was reaching out to important demographics! — is making the rounds on Facebook. The picture appeared in the collection of CJ Dugan, a Chicago-area animator. We're not sure if he took it, or just reposted it from elsewhere. But what we really want to know is what's in the censored part — all the more suspicious after Blagojevich deleted his own Facebook account. Destruction of evidence!

Update: We just heard from Dugan, who is the mystery photographer! "I was clearing out my iPhoto library and found it," he tells us. The photo, he says, is from September 20, 2008; he noticed a crowd gathering at the Cubs game and snapped it as he walked by. And the weird blocked-out portion? "That was just my flash on someone's shoulder." Darn! There goes that conspiracy theory. Dugan reports he's newly popular on Facebook, including a friend request from Chicago Sun-Times columnist Rich Miller.

(Photo by CJ Dugan)

The discussion is about a bad date arranged online. But from the very first post, which takes an unexpected turn halfway through, the thread itself offers drama, an unfolding series of revelations from the original poster and her date, who also chimes in. The commenters are, of course, alternately hilarious and loathsome. Even if it were a work of fiction — guerilla opera? — the discussion would still be compelling.

That's not to say the whole thing isn't kind of predictable and, ultimately, sad. About maybe 100 posts in, anyone should be ready to concede to advice columnist Carolyn Hax's warnings that online dating is just generally a terrible idea.

Except maybe for the awesome stories it leaves you with.

[via Nick Douglas]

Everything that makes YouTube a time-wasting creative desert is just fodder for Gripp's brilliant mind. Take "Young Girl Talking About Herself," which remixes clips of well, exactly that, paired with lyrics of a frenetic energy that reminds me of They Might Be Giants or Weird Al Yankovic.

"If this catchy tune were made into a real 3 minute song I'd download it," one commenter writes in a YouTube comment. But that misunderstands Gripp's genius. If he were just copying Yankovic's schtick, he'd do classic three-minute rock songs about the Internet, designed for radio play; or he'd just carelessly slap a bunch of viral-video references into a song, like Weezer.

How backwards! Three minutes might be right for archaic formats like the LP, but it's wrong for the Web. Most of Gripp's video-mashup songs are one minute or less in length — exactly right for the YouTube attention span. The joke doesn't get played out. It's over before you know it, and leaves you hungry for more — click, click, click. But enough words. Behold the brilliance of Parry Gripp!

"Shopping Penguin"

"Dramatic Chipmunk Hey"

"Spaghetti Cat (I Weep for You)"

"Hamster on a Piano (Eating Popcorn)"

"Cat Flushing a Toilet Music Video"

"This Is My Ringtone"

"Robot Hamster"

"Puppy Time"

"Do You Like Waffles?"