Lunch Break Links: February 6, 2008

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Columbus Alive

Also, several media outlets were fooled into thinking Led Zeppelin would be appearing thanks to the inclusion of Lez Zeppelin in the lineup.

The Beatles' spiritual mentor died.

Heath Ledger's death has been chalked up to a prescription drug overdose.

EW flashes back to Lost's second season for another one of those episode-by-episode guides. I was wondering what the value of printing something like this was, then I realized that people like me will read anything about Lost. So there you go.

Reasons to love the writers' strike? Heresy!

Speaking of the strike, looks like a significant number of new episodes could be produced if this gets settled within the week. The WGA is set to meet with its members Saturday.

A Florida man was arrested for singing rap lyrics around kids.

Speaking of rap, here is the new Ghostface video for "We Celebrate":

More links and another video hidden after that there jump...

USA Today has a feature on the new wave of social networking sites.

Television Without Pity has launched an online TV criticism series, viewable here.

John Darnielle told Paper Thin Walls a story.

Status Ain't Hood wrote on Grand Buffet, a Pittsburgh joke-rap band that I first encountered about five years ago opening for Dismemberment Plan. They are exactly as he describes.

Considering Colin Meloy is releasing a Sam Cooke covers EP, you may want to hear this Britt Daniel rendition of Cooke's "Bring It On Home To Me" so you can understand what a high standard Meloy has to live up to. (Thx Idolator)

Interested in hearing a new Man Man MP3?

Pop Candy has begun a four-part "comics crash course."

For the first time, all the Grammy nominees for Best New Artist are females. One of them, Feist, won the Shortlist Music Prize.

Sometimes copyright law is so lame!

As sad as I am to admit it, The Glutton is pretty spot on about this second season of Friday Night Lights.

AV Club talked to John Cleese.

Lastly, here's a video from experimental rockers A Place to Bury Strangers. It's called "The Falling Sun."