Since we know there's only so much Hulu you can keep watching, Bwog's enlisted comedy expert and television aficionado Rob Trump to guide us through the wonderful world of web series. First up: The Burg.

The Burg's most recent short, "Jump," [Sorry, we would embed video, but it's not working -- Ed.] opens with a cheap jab: "Have you guys seen this new 'Hipster Olympics' video?" gushes Ryan, the preppie-out-of-water, "They make all these jokes... like hipsters wearing tight jeans. It's so true!" Cue Xander: "I couldn't get through that shit." And uber-hip Jed: "I don't watch things with the word 'hipster' in them."

Just like that, The Burg shows why it's so much funnier and smarter than all the other milquetoast hipster-satire out there. The show, a sitcom centered on five hipsters (well, four hipsters and Ryan) living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, doesn't just check off hipster stereotypes laundry-list style, it engages the truly hipper-than-thou persona of the main characters. There's Xander, the excitable film auteur whose dress style pushes the boundary between intentional and unintentional irony; Courtney, the morally indifferent aspiring actress; Spring, the righteously liberal activist of the group; and my favorite character, Jed, the sour know-it-all and bass player in the band Sea Monkey Do. They're all hipsters-- that's obvious enough -- but they have importantly differentiable personae and potentials for disparate storylines and conflicts, which the team behind the show exploits wonderfully.

Is Morningside Heights doomed to the depths of hipsterdom?

All signs point to yes. Hipster overlord Todd P's Showpaper, a Brooklyn-based DIY zine focusing on upcoming independent concerts, is coming to Morningside, specifically Kim's. (In other news, writing the phrase "Brooklyn-based DIY zine focusing on upcoming independent concerts" is something like a crime against humanity, or a sign of the impending apocalypse. Or maybe both!)

"Previously the sheet could only be found in the lower east side, Chelsea, Bushwick, Williamsburg, and Green Point," explains an email announcing Showpaper's arrival.

And so Morningside Heights joins the ranks of Bushwick and the Lower East Side as the latest area to experience the chilling aftermath of American Apparel's manifest destiny. Godspeed, irony, godspeed.

- JNW

A motley band representing Philolexian Society cell CRUSHP (a one-syllable shortening of the Committee for Rectifying the Unphilolexian Sneaky Hipster Problem) has gathered on the Sundial and is hurling insults at passing hipsters. Hipsters, thus far, have not been too affected, because the catcalls are still quieter than the Norwegian middle school-themed songs blasting on their iPods.

For all the hipster-haters out there seeking oneliners, CRUSHP's finer slogans include "no label, no talent!" and "their new album is better than their first!" Manhattanville expansion opponents might appropriate the chant, "What do we want? Sincerity! When do we want it? Now!" And they would surely ask CRUSHP's permission before taking it for themselves.

In the interest of honest journalism, Bwog has been debating among itself all morning whether it has been infiltrated by too many hipsters to cover this story without bias. Indeed, Bwog may have been the target of a CRUSHPer hollering "skinny jeans reduce your sperm count." Bwog was only semi-hurt, as this correspondent would prefer to keep her sperm count low.

More photos after the jump

It's the summer, The Heights is painfully empty, campus is strangely quiet, maybe it's time to go beyond Columbia's gates and head into... the outer boroughs. Bwog staffer Lucy Tang treks to Bushwick to get punched in the face, so one day, you can too!

The last time I was in a mosh pit, I got punched in the face. Serves me right, I suppose, for seeing Fall Out Boy (though to be fair, I was 13, and not actually there to see Fall Out Boy). Then last Friday the 22^nd, my face was once again trampled; same skinny jeans, less studded Hot Topic belts.

The occasion?

A Todd P show.

Yesterday was a perfect day in our ever-more perfect union for a perfect sport: kickball. Emma Jacobs writes in that WKCR crushed WBAR in the semi-annual Station Game, held in Central Park. The final score was 13-2, 'KCR. Unfortunately WBAR members forgot to bring the trophy. They did, however, remember their vintage boombox.

Which station's programming reigns supreme? You be the decider. Or the commander guy.

More skinny jeans and kickin' kicks after the jump!