Michael Jackson and Alfonso Ribiero

Remember The Fresh Prince’s cousin Carlton Banks? Little Alfonso Ribiero was a badass moonwalker.

Henry’s Kitchen

It’s 2am and I need to be asleep, not helplessly giggling at a YouTube video. Too bad, sucka. Paste/Sauce.

Kurt Vonnegut shows you how stories go

My favourite story is probably: “Girl gets lonely and hungry. Finds charming and adorable person with hamburgers.” But these are pretty good, too.

Full transcript of this talk is here. Can we just overlook the weird “primitive peoples” part? Really, Kurt Vonnegut. Come on. Anyway, the rest is funny. Via Kottke.

I’m baaack

I got hit by Hurricane Summer (too soon?) and stopped writing for a bit. Now I’m sick with Proscratination Fever, so I’m back. I also have Metaphoritis, it seems. I’ll get better at this, I promise.

Anyway, here are three photos I took during a recent trip to NYC:

This is a police station in Midtown. Seriously. It’s a full-on castle. WTF? Who cares, so awesome. It even has a wooden door that’s curved at the top like a little drawbridge or something. Obviously it has dungeons in the basement, and the cops wear arrows in their holsters. Instead of donuts, these cops probably eat entire legs of roasted lamb and they wash it down with mead. Also now I can’t stop thinking of that cartoon Rocket Robin Hood and how Friar Tuck would just take one bite of each food item and then throw it away. And how one of the foods he bit was a bunch of grapes, and how even as a wee lass I knew that was ridonks.

This is a store that sells things you probably need. Luggage and body oils, finally together under the same roof. Thank goodness. I think we were all tired of running multiple errands to stock up on those necessities. It also has a really nice professional URL for its website.

This is me having a tender moment at the Stonewall monument.