Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones looks rather dapper in his jail mugshot. Check out more musicians posing for the po-po over at Billboard Magazine. [Billboard]

The mash-ups keep rolling in today. This one somehow combines a Chef Boyardee ad with Samuel L. Jackson's tough talk from Pulp Fiction. Is Marcellus Wallace a...ravioli? [NYM]

Apple sent out a private invitation to journalists last week with its logo cut into the body of an acoustic guitar. Obviously, this has a lot of white men who hang out on the internet very excited. Steve Jobs will be on stage at 10AM Pacific Time this morning to greet all the fanboys with some big announcement or new thingamajig. You can be all nerdy and follow the live blog of the event at Boing Boing. But we'll let you know if anything interesting happens. This could be the press conference where Steve Jobs finally shows us the implantable brain iPod we know is coming. We can't wait till our nose is turned into a USB port!

Set times. Dates. Contracts. These are all things that are just written down for Axl Rose to ignore. Over the weekend, Axl brought his group of alien Guns N' Roses to Reading and Leeds, to play the U.K. festivals. Both nights, the band was kicked off stage eary for starting their set one hour too late. I love this guy. He just doesn't give two fucking chickens as to what happens. And the best part about it is, he really doesn't have to. People will sit there and wait for just one riff from Appetite For Destruction to come zinging out of the speakers. If they could somehow inhale that album's debauchery and danger, they would. Axl Rose is still my hero. And he should be yours, too. Get in the ring, mofos! [NYM]

Who say's rappers aren't humanitarians? Cam'ron is hoping to track down the homeless man responsible for this fly ass hook that he sampled for his new track "Ya Momma On Ya" featuring Snoop Dogg and Jim Jones. Cam wants to hook Red up with some cash, and put his face up in the video. Applaud him.

Cam'ron feat. Snoop Dogg, Jim Jones, and Red, "Ya Momma On Ya" [Download]

With school starting next week, we ask you to please remember that teachers are not the only ones responsible for your kid eating a whole can of Pla-Doh or failing gym. Buck up, America. Shit's on you, too! This school in Australia let wayward parents get the message through their voicemail.

Dov Charney and his '80s porn botique empire, American Apparel, of art-school girls in striped knee-high socks is in deep doo doo with investors. This article from New York Magazine on the brand's demise points out a lot of its obvious pratfalls over the last few years of its eccentric CEO. But what we really took away from the piece was the amazing paragraph detailing Charney's aesthetic:

"American Apparel's print ads are so beguiling precisely because of the Terry Richardson­esque amateur-porn world they inhabit: a sleazy Utopia full of curvy, pouty art-school chicks with futon hair, bushy eyebrows, and none of the anorexia or dramatic pretensions (fear, love, unrequited love) seen in the usual fashion print ads. American Apparel girls are a rougher bunch; they look only too willing to follow you back to your apartment, have a couple beers, and do unspecific yoga for your cheap camera; you know just from the look in their eyes that your late-afternoon fling will commence the minute you figure out how to peel off their capri leggings and spandex monokini."

Do you want more? Yes. Yes you do!!! [NYM]

Before there was the beatbox, there was Sammy Davis Jr. skatting for scotch. Word up.

If you knew a bunch of clowns were about to stick your side with a bunch of metal poles and a dude in a pink outfit was going to taunt you until the end of existence, you would try to be out, too. [Gawker]

Beloved record store Fat Beats is closing its brick and mortor stores in New York and Los Angeles, reports XXLMag.com. The store's president, Joe Abajian, was quoted as saying, “We’re proud of our legacy and will continue to re-invent ourselves. For now, we’ll see you online at FatBeats.com.”  [Birthplace Magazine]

Bring in the clowns! According to CNN: "Reality TV star Tila Tequila suffered facial cuts when she was pelted with rocks and bottles while performing at a music festival in Illinois early Saturday." That festival was the "Gathering of the Juggalos," a mix of bad music, wrestling, and general stupidity organized by The Insane Clown Posse. In a life filled with low points, Tila Tequila continues to add vertical on her climb to the top of Shit Mountain. Imagine: Thousands of people who pay money to see talentless grown men in face paint rap think you're terrible. It's enough to almost make you feel sorry for this bobble headed fame whore. Almost! [CNN]

Well, here's a strange story: In upstate Beacon, NY, they've decided to use an old law that makes playing pinball illegal. They've shut down a retro museum in town of old pinball and arcade games. What did pinball ever do to anyone? If you'd like to play some games without any figer pointing (hopefully!), head over to our new games page. [Boing Boing]

New York City's Times Square used to be the home to urban junk: drugs, prostitutes, pimps, and seedy merchandise. Today, it's a tremendous blinking light of Americana: Pop culture epherma and the mass produced brands made of sugar, plastic, and pixels. Pop Tarts just opened a brand new 3,200 square foot shrine to itself in the epicenter of New York City tourism. You'll be able to sample pop-tart sushi. (Yuck?) While there are obvious reasons to deride our junk culture, it's hard not to be fascinated by the brands and innovations that sprung from our imagination. Check out this article highlighting some of our most important inventors of junk.

Let Us Now Praise the Great Men of Junk Food [NYT]

The question remains: Is there anything autotune can't make better? Check out the original news clip of this project queen's star making turn on the Internet last week. In decades of trying, I could not come up with a better name for this gentleman than the one he was given, Antoine Dodson. He's now trying to cash in with a clothing line. This is like a Chapelle Show skit come to life.

This is what happens when you act like a jack ass: You get hit by an ice cream truck. Even sometimes, though, when you don't act like a jack ass, you might get hit by an ice cream truck. We're not sure what we're trying to say anymore. Mostly, this summer, try not to get hit by an ice cream truck. [Dangerous Minds]

There is a guy in Manhattan peddling gourmet grilled cheese at lunch. On the street. Illegally! (Make O face, slap hands on cheeks.) The New York Post has the oozy details of this melted dairy product dealer:

"The underground chef takes orders by text message, cooks his sandwiches on the stove in his brother's East Village apartment, and then meets his customers on street corners."

According to this sandwich slinger, though, things are getting dangerous in moving the product:  

"It's not cool with the Department of Health," he said. "I don't know how much longer I want to do it because I'm living in fear. It would be such a stupid thing to get in trouble for."

"I kind of want to quit, it's getting too big, but I want to feed these people." 

My crack dealer gives me with the same line, man! [NYP]

In Sweden, the cops dance for your money. And pleasure! [Videogum]

Bring on the apocolypse. It's prophesied. But, please, let it take place on a Monday. We don't want the end of the world getting in the way of our weekend. [Videogum]