3:01 Pick Me Up: Mazzy Star

Unless you have the good fortune to be unemployed or working as a ditch-digger, 3 p.m. is the cruelest time of the workday. The morning latte has worn off, and the post-lunch crash has you desperately reaching for the J. Peterman Urban Sombrero. To get you through the rest of the afternoon, you have a choice. You can raid the vending machine for an old-fashioned (not to mention life-shortening) white-sugar injection. Or you can kick-start your heart by cueing up one of the over-adrenalized videos we carefully hand-select each weekday at 3:01 p.m. If the following clip doesn’t bring you temporarily back to life, chances are you’re dead inside. Now plug in those earphones and fucking crank it.

Today's offering: Considering that we got enough testosterone-jacked assholism yesterday to last us the next year, it somehow doesn't seem right to piss more gas on the fire. So we're going to break with the whole point of 3:01 Pick Me Up today and take things down. Way down. While you are chilling out, you might want to ask yourself what the hell is wrong with your fellow human beings. Not that "human beings" is the best description for the loogans who took over Vancouver last night.