Before it was shuttered by the federal government, IsAnyoneDown.com published naked photos of women without their consent. Now Craig Brittain, the site's former owner, is demanding that Google erase anything that mentions his history of brazen, mass privacy violation. That's so cute.

Earlier this month we wrote about "Jace Connors," a seemingly deranged violent Gamergate obsessive who filmed himself kicking a wrecked car and claiming he'd been planning to attack the game developer and writer Brianna Wu. At the time, we believed that "Connors" was terrorizing Wu out of a sincere belief in the Gamergate myth that Wu was harming "gamer culture." Now, he claims he was terrorizing Wu...for "satire."

Even on an internet that lives in a constant state of excretion, spewing weird shit from every orifice without pause, the primordial human oddness glimpsed in Gernot Lausen's "Wet, messy and gunge videomix" is rare.

After years of emoji that only sort of vaguely resemble white people, Apple is giving the world a rainbow of emoji that only sort of vaguely resemble humans of all races: Black Santa Claus is ready for your iPhone.

If you're the kind of person who splits rent with roommates, frequently dines out in large groups, or has a recreational drug habit, Venmo is a fantastically hassle-free way to make payments. It is the rare internet startup that actually provides its users with a useful tool, rather than an attention-sucking advertisement delivery service disguised as a platform for connecting with friends. So why does Venmo insist on being a terrible social network, too?

Sometimes the long arm of the law clutches you with nothing more than brute force and brawn. And sometimes that arm folds back onto itself, posing as an underage girl's vagina, in order to trap and incriminate an internet predator.

This summer, a very small council of people you've never heard of will make a very large pop-cultural impact when they release dozens of new emoji. But this crop of tiny phone art had to be narrowed down from a much larger bunch, which means we're likely missing out on what would've been some amazing specimens.

Across the vast and teeming wilds of the Instagram comment sections of popular celebrity accounts, certain questions echo: "Follow back?" "Like my pic?" "Can I eat your pussy?" For years, scholars and scientists of the celebrity Instagram have wondered: Are these requests ever fulfilled? Let's find out.

A Facebook alert from the public relations department of Indonesia's national police force warns parents of a scourge that may or may not be plaguing their nation: children wearing perfectly fashionable t-shirts that happen to feature an array of giant pandas making sweet, species-saving love to each other.

Two tiny cups of coffee, filled with water boiled on a tiny stove and poured over a tiny pinch of coffee grounds. A shrimpy shrimp, dipped in a shrimpy bowl of batter and deep-fried in a shrimpy pot of cooking oil. Baby chunks of chicken, grilled on baby skewers (they're actually toothpicks). These are but a few of the extra-small wonders found on Miniature Space, your new favorite YouTube channel.

Unless you fancy yourself an audiophile, you may not hear much of a difference when listening to the MP3 of a song compared to its uncompressed counterpart. But find a way to isolate everything that's lost in translation, and that difference becomes audibly and eerily real.

Three years ago, Vice traveled to Central America to meet up with John McAfee, the antivirus software icon turned paranoid, strung-out narcotics icon. McAfee claimed his life was in danger, and kept his location secret—until Vice fucked up and revealed it, as is finally documented in this video.

If the aim of classical internet trolling is to provoke the strongest, most emotional reaction in your trolling's targets, Second Life prankster Endwerc just pulled off the equivalent of a Paganini caprice. It starts with a simple question: "Oh my god, are you having sex with that baby? Can I join in?" What follows is a troll of otherworldly efficiency.

The hacker who broke into Taylor Swift's social media accounts now seems to be targeting her celebrity friends—or her celebrity fans, anyway. British pop singer Lily Allen Instagrammed a text message Thursday night from someone threatening to "hack u and kidnap u then rape ur gaping body," with the caption "Cool iMessage from some kid that got my number from hacking Taylor Swift's Twitter."

Thanks to Tinder, we can plow through dozens of potential partners at a time while we're eating, or pooping, or riding the bus. The app is mindless and convenient, requiring almost no active engagement with the human-shaped pieces of content it peddles—all you have to do is zone out and start swiping. But for one bold man, all that swiping wasn't quite convenient enough.

In an essay for The Awl called "The Triumphant Rise of the Shitpic," Brian Feldman gave name to a defining aesthetic of the social internet: Shitpics are image files that have been put through a wringer of so many screencaps, shares, reuploads, and Instagram filters that the ugly digital artifacts introduced by those processes are as central to their identities as the images themselves. With his project I Am Sitting In Stagram, artist Pete Ashton takes the rise of the shitpic to its apocalyptic conclusion.

A specter is haunting Reddit: The specter of SJWs.

What do CENTCOM, Taylor Swift, and Newsweek all have in common? The inability to keep people out of their Twitter accounts: hackers claiming to be ISIS sympathizers of the "Cyber Caliphate" just briefly hijacked another social media star.

We're living in a golden age for photography. You go to New York; you take a picture. You go to London; you take a picture. You go to Los Angeles; you take a picture. You go home and upload those pictures to the internet, where they live forever with thousands of other equally miserable and nearly identical pictures of the same landmarks and tourist attractions. Corinne Vionnet takes those boring pictures and mashes them all together into something worth looking at.

Sup, blogs? It's TeenagedDrakeFan420 here to tell you: if some random-ass fuckboy hits you up online asking about where you get your weed and molly, don't even worry about it. It's just a fellow traveler on the information superhighway who's a little turned around. Why not be a chillster and point him in the right direction?