If the NFL had egg on its face after the bungling of the Ray Rice suspension, they dove head-first into a Denny’s Grand Slam Breakfast yesterday. Commissioner Roger Goodell’s appalling decision to only suspend Rice for two games prior to TMZ’s release of the elevator video showing the violent knockout of his then-fiancé makes the league look even worse for their initial pathetic ‘punishment’.

The security camera footage, leaked Monday morning, garnered immediate condemnation from the population, other players and pundits, and spawned swift action from the Ravens organization and the National Football League. Rice was released from the team, and subsequently suspended indefinitely from the NFL—but it immediately begged the question: Why the harsh punishment now?

The disturbing video of Rice dragging his unconscious fiancé out of a casino elevator has been out since February, and a league investigation was followed by a meaningless mea culpa from Rice, victim-blaming and willful ignorance from league-brass. Everyone knew what occurred in that elevator, yet the Ravens and the NFL were content to issue a meager suspension and allow Rice’s return considering there was no hard-evidence as to what had taken place. Meanwhile, players like Josh Gordon and Wes Welker received stronger suspensions for violations of the league’s drug policy—a season and four games, respectively.

Using the NFL’s logic in the Rice scenario, players disciplined for drug use should have a viable avenue for appealing their suspensions until videotapes surface of them in the act. Test results, handling of sample specimens and proper procedure are constantly scrutinized to possibly overturn a league punitive ruling—yet this rarely results in player reinstatement on a technicality.

Ray Rice brutally punched his wife in the face and dragged her out of an elevator like a caveman and they were willing to let him skate with a two-game ban.

This is a total failure by the NFL. Ray Rice should have never been welcomed in the Ravens locker room—he was cheered wildly at training camp—and never allowed on a field again. Many in the media are calling for a total dismantling of the league power-structure, from Commissioner Goodell down. The Ray Rice saga is yet another black mark on an organization already facing widespread scrutiny for improper concussion protocol, tax-free status and consistent sheltering of repeat offenders.

In order to remove the shroud of negative publicity from their image, the NFL must immediately reevaluate their entire code of conduct and never again allow the possibility of people like Ray Rice to fill the rosters of their teams.

In a society dominated by technology, much has been made about the security vulnerabilities that present themselves as our offline lives become increasingly intertwined with our online ones. These vulnerabilities were on full display over the weekend as many celebrities’ iCloud accounts were hacked, resulting in a mass release of explicit photos.

Cloud computing is something that we are all very familiar with, and utilize daily. It has streamlined our ability to share information in a seamless fashion, allowing all of our devices to operate essentially as one. While Cloud technology allows for instantaneous back-up capability and the efficiency of sharing files across numerous devices, this weekend’s leak of celebrity photos exposed how easy it can be for someone to access personal information and release it online.

The Cloud feels a bit like an omnipresent entity hovering above us. Everybody uses it, but few really understand how it works. With a lack of understanding comes a lack of attention paid to privacy options and techniques, leading to security lapses which create scenarios where hacks are possible. It’s a Frankensteinian situation of sorts, where the innovations that make our lives easier at the moment come back to haunt us in the long-run.

So is ease-of-use worth the potential for privacy invasion? Should companies like Apple who run these Cloud servers been held accountable for the malicious activity of others, or is the blame solely on those with insufficient passwords and security setups? One thing is clear, however; we all need to pay closer attention to our accounts, because as technology continues to advance, doors will continue to open that create situations where it can be used against us.

Awards shows are a guilty pleasure of mine. There’s nothing better than drunken rich people with microphones—it’s always a recipe for following day blog-fodder. Unfortunately, last night’s Emmys were the award show equivalent of watching paint dry. No stage-crashing. No rambling acceptance speeches that border on self-involved word-vomit. Station-to-station, it was a three hour exercise in “play-it-safe” emceed by human manila folder Seth Meyers. I miss Ricky Gervais. With that in mind, here are my highlights.

Breaking Bad Crushes It

As expected, Breaking Bad took home all of the major categories where it was nominated, the most contentious of which was Bryan Cranston’s win for best actor in a drama. Any other year and Matthew McConaughey would have taken home the Emmy for his portrayal of Rust Cohle in True Detective, but competing against the final season of Breaking Bad in any category is a recipe for a snub.

Billy Crystal’s Robin Williams Tribute

Billy Crystal’s touching memoriam to Robin Williams was right up there with the best moments in Emmy history. His story about Robin in the broadcast booth at a Mets game was a perfect example of Robin’s quick-wit and ability to find humor in any situation, and only made us miss him more. It was a perfect tribute that celebrated the joy that Williams brought to others, and did not harp on the sadness of his loss.

Bryan Cranston and Julia Louis-Dreyfus Make Out

Alluding to their onscreen kiss on Seinfeld while they presented an award together, they reenacted it later on when Louis-Dreyfus was approaching the stage to accept her award for Outstanding Actress in a Comedy. It was some much-needed comedic relief in a show that had been particularly stale up to that point.

Stefani’s Botches Colbert’s Name

In one of the only flubs of the evening, Gwen Stefani channeled her inner John Travolta and mumbled through Stephen Colbert’s name. Not really a highlight or a lowlight, but in a show that went about as smooth as live-television can, it was worth a mention.

So there’s your 2014 Emmy roundup. Here’s hoping next year we see more sloshed celebrities and red carpet disasters.

I had full intentions of writing this about the uproar surrounding the new Facebook Messenger requirements. I was going to write about the dichotomy between increased information and privacy invasion. I was going to throw numbers at you. Possibly increase your paranoia.

And then I got the news.

Robin Williams was found dead yesterday, the result of an apparent suicide. I’m going to set-aside his accomplishments in stand-up comedy; his acting prowess. I’m going to set aside Robin Williams quite possibly being the most likeable guy in Hollywood.

Robin Williams, to the outside world, was joy personified. The man appeared the embodiment of happy-go-lucky—the epitome of exuberance. That wasn’t enough.

This is an issue close to my heart. There is a disturbing stigma attached to mental illness in this country—and beyond—and Robin Williams’ death is another tragic example that we are still insufficiently-equipped to deal with it. The human condition is predisposed toward self-preservation, and in the case of depression, often leads to suffering in silence for fear of social consequences. Too often it leads to Robin’s heartbreaking outcome.

It’s okay to ask for help. There’s nothing “weak” about admitting you can’t go-it-alone.

So today, along with reflecting on Robin Williams’ life and accomplishments, we should think about the people in our lives who we know struggle with depression. Reach-out to them—a phone call, a meeting for coffee, or a text-message. It just may be what saves their life.