Potpourri.
Various things:
Apparently, it's been all over the news that Jet Blue got itself into a dilly of a pickle this past week and had to cancel a bunch of flights. Somehow I missed that, and showed up at the airport this morning at 6 a.m. to be greeted by total mayhem. There was a dude walking around with a list of canceled flights. I watched person after person yelling at this poor sap. By the time he got to me, he was a broken man. I decided not to yell at him. I mean, don't get me wrong, later on tonight I will be hunting down his family and murdering them in front of him, but for that one moment, it felt great to be the bigger person, you know?
I am a lucky hipster. On Thursday I saw Arcade Fire at a church on Washington Square Park. I'm not going to beat around the bush, I was blown away. This was one of the best concerts I've ever had the luck to attend. Here's a recap you'll enjoy.
At the end, they came into the audience for an encore, right where we were standing.
When I was in L.A., I touched the Pacific ocean for the first time.
I recently had a bizarro encounter with Mr. Pregnant, a crazy (genius?) vlogger on YouTube. I interviewed him at the AOL studios and *may* have pulled his man-teet. The first part of the interview is here, and there will be more soon. For instance, said titty-pulling and Mr. Pregnant explains where his peepee went.
Finally, last night, Lang Fisher, Ann Carr, and Becky Poole came over to make a new lip syncing video. Can it top the original? Here's a clue:
Come see the debut this Thursday night at Video Gaga (more on that soon!).