1. Back in May, at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, a man stopped me on a busy street in the Financial District of New York City. We were under blue scaffolding, partially shaded from the bright, sunny day. He motioned for me to take my headphones out of my ears—a Strokes song was playing—and after I did, he said in a low tone, "Give me your phone and your wallet."
2. I smiled. I tried to move out of his way. He got into my way again.
3. I asked, "Are you joking?"
4. He poked me in my side. I looked down and saw the barrel [...]
"Just like Paris Hilton ruined Amnesia in Ibiza, another vomit-inducing narcissist of the fake celebrity world has decided to ruin everything sacred in the scene we know and love." —Guess who. GUESS! [Via]
"Ray Charles was once a guest at New York's Carlyle hotel and was prepared an off-menu steak by the staff at 3 a.m. An article on the hotel in the September issue of WSJ. Magazine incorrectly said it was Stevie Wonder."
"BBC apologises after it broadcasts music video picture of Prince William with a penis, comedy glasses and a moustache drawn on his head"
"A seemingly uninspiring wood surprises with fritillary delights was amended to replace the picture. The image now shows a pearl-bordered fritillary butterfly, which the author saw on his walk, not its near relation the small pearl-bordered fritillary butterfly."
"An obituary on Saturday about the guitarist Jeff Hanneman, a founder of the band Slayer, misspelled the name of one of the bands with which Slayer has toured. It is Megadeth, not Megadeath."
"An earlier version of this post ["Here Are The Massive Boston Globe Web Traffic Numbers From Yesterday"] mindlessly used the verb 'explode' to describe the sudden rise in traffic. This was poor judgement on my part and I deeply apologize. "