Icy veins of the day: Syrian state TV was in the midst of interviewing political analyst Hussam Shuaib yesterday when two huge car bombs went off within seconds of eachother, nearly blowing him out of his chair (see above). His reaction? “Please continue your question…”

Terribly fascinating: a day in the life of an American drone pilot.

The pizza cocktail, aka the latest death knell of Western Civilisation, sounds loud and clear in Pasadena, California. It’s “a scarily accurate drink that tastes as if your slice jumped into a Vitamix with a bottle of vodka. Tomato water, basil-infused vodka, ghost pepper–infused vodka, porcini powder and muddled basil are shaken together and topped with a Parmesan and mozzarella foam.” Shudder.

Brand-tweaking: How the The New Yorker went about getting a typeface upgrade.

It’s a huge surprise that gamers are doing some heinous things in the new GTA V, said nobody ever. Our favourite: “Shit happens, bro.”

Inside architect Norman Foster’s gorgeous, futuristic Philologische Bibliothek library in Berlin.

Schadenfreude of the day: Apple invites Blackberry workers to recruitment party.

This is what happens when the world’s most famous street artist, Banksy, hires an old man to sell his works – about $1 million worth of them – for $60 apiece from an unannounced, unmarked stall outside Central Park? Total sales for the day: $420. Estimated value of said sales: $225,000. When asked to comment, every New Yorker said “Go the fuck back to England you Limey jerk.”