Et Cetera: My Vegas essay is coming along, with luck it'll be up this weekend. In the meantime, I'll just set these links down here in case you're interested.

• A new scent for the man who's looking for that three-years-in-a-cave fragrance.


• For your inner Emeril, cook-it-yourself restaurants. The author is down on this trend, but I think it's brilliant. The ultimate solution for the gather-in-the-kitchen syndrome. Plus, no dishes to clean.


• "...table tennis is an intense sport with all the earmarks of big-time athletics -- steroid scandals, colorful characters, Byzantine romances and groupies. Also, there's a lot of glue sniffing."


• Now that crucifixtion is all the rage, in a particularly grisly development, it seems some guy decided to commit suicide by nailing himself to cross. Turns out, this is not physically possible, as the article deadpans: "When he realized that he was unable to nail his other hand to the board, he called 911." I'm hoping this shows up on an episode of Cops.


• But perhaps even stupider are the City Council of Aliso Viejo, Calif., where they almost banned Styrofoam cups after learning they were processed with Dihydrogen Monoxide, which was claimed to be a dangerous chemical. To wit: "Dihydrogen monoxide is colorless, odorless, tasteless, and kills uncounted thousands of people every year. Most of these deaths are caused by accidental inhalation of DHMO, but the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide do not end there. Prolonged exposure to its solid form causes severe tissue damage. " Its other name is water -- H2O. Snopes has the scoop on this long running hoax.


• "Omigod! I have Chris Rock's old cell phone number!!" And, to coin a phrase, high jinks ensue.