I once watched Thom Yorke help a woman with a pram get down to the Tube platform in one of the stations that still didn't have a lift while I was living in London.

There is nothing not to love about this. The reactions f the audience are priceless. Watching people's expressions transform from visceral confusion to pure happiness and joy - Steve has found a way to bring goodness to the universe, something one would not expect from Chatroulette as the medium.

My absolute favorite part of the Dr. Ruth pics is that she is clearly wearing her purse in that photo with Madonna. Like all grandmas before her and since, one mustn't misplace one's handbag; replacing all those toys would be expensive.

This is literally stomach-turning. Is there any other recourse? I hope Jez does a follow up on this if she pursues legal measures.

The crotch-snap leotard brought back some memories of stirrup pants and body suits in elementary school. It was like people who designed clothes for children from 1988-1992 felt we needed to be strapped into our attire AT ALL TIMES... as long as we accessorized with slouch socks.

Speaking of... an acquaintance just posted this on facebook.

This is essentially the plot to Sliver, right? I'm not hallucinating that.

I'm sure she's on tenterhooks, flat-ironing her hair, and singing "I Feel Pretty" in the meantime.

I sent a text to a friend two weeks ago that actually read, "How does Carson Daly have two jobs and I can't even get one?"

Hard to do the bootcamp regimen in lifts, I imagine.

Tell her she takes her art far too seriously.

Get yer raisins out of EVREYTHING.

How has an entire city's police force seemed to embrace rape as the norm?

It's horrible that my secondary reaction (after horrorage - that's that unique mix of horror + rage that such stories elicit, and similar to a hemorrhage) was, "Oh look, the US doesn't have the corner on the 'protecting privileged white rapists' market any more."

Tess of the D'Urbervilles! the googly eyes almost make me want to think about the plot...

I have discovered something tonight (possibly only about myself): gifs of horrifying celebrities are the most hypnotic of all gifs.

Really, it should be literal video week, because nothing makes me happier than the literal video of Total Eclipse of the Heart.

JOURNEY MONTH, LET'S DO THIS.

Sorry :( I think I'm coping in the exactly opposite fashion.