Has it really been over a week since our last WWWoundup? Heavens, what have I been doing all this time? Oh, yeah: planning and writing the multi-part epic story running through our first-ever "Sell-Off" over on Sellout.Woot. Fellow writer Scott Lydon and I have forged a tale of lovestruck gorillas, cowboy fairies, and a futuristic, stylistic private dick - and we'd be awful sad if nobody bothered to read it. Start on the Sellout.Woot blog page, scroll down to the first entry for today, and continue reading upwards. If that's too much work, we'll assemble an index of links to each installment after the whole thing's complete. You don't want to miss the weirdest thing Woot has ever done, do you?
In the meantime, enjoy links:

• People are not at their best when grieving, which makes it an especially bad time to show up on Google Street View.
• Hey, look who's blogging from beyond the grave: George Orwell. Only problem is, the entries are 70 years late.
• And the gold medal in the 100-meter crash-and-burn goes to the Blue Screen of Death!
• The Melody Door: where knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell meet.
• Kali, goddess of death has never looked so cuddly.
• Don't have a cosmic cow, puny human: Bart "Galactus" Simpson.
• if the majority of video-gamers are women, as the industry claims, why do female video-game characters still dress like strippers?
• I'd like to see a "Woot activity" aerial photo of the U.S. along the lines of these specialized satellite images of Britain showing Internet activity, aircraft flight paths, and London taxis. (As seen on Fimoculous.)

Four O'Clock Flash: how to sum up Switch? Um, it's a ball-catching game where your guy has to switch colors to catch the right balls, because if you touch the wrong-colored balls you lose a life, and then the walls start closing in, and, uh, it's a video game and you should play it. (As seen on waxy.)