I moved to Brooklyn this past weekend. And now that I’m somewhat recovered from the experience of moving—which is, as most everyone I talked to about it correctly pointed out, “the worst”—I’ve been acclimating myself to my new surroundings. I’ve never lived here before. So far, I’ve been impressed by the extent to which my initial impression jibes with what Guru said back in 1994: Brooklyn really is like a whole different planet.

First of all, it is very, very hot in Brooklyn. I don’t know if it’s because it’s farther to the East, and so therefore closer to the sun when it rises or something, but, man! It [...]

So maybe this is how it ends for humanity: nibbled to death in your beds. New York City will release a very stern report today about how the bed bug epidemic is going out of control. We're all going to look like our pal Molly in the future! So, we've always said that New York City was a propagator of viruses that then spread throughout the world-mostly we meant intellectual ones, but now we can lay claim to being an incubator and exporter of aggressive, life-ruining insects too. Don't worry. In the year 2400, we'll have achieved a symbiotic melding with the bed bugs; they'll talk [...]

I don't think I'd like to sleep in a room decorated by Wisconsin visual artist Jennifer Angus, whose "latest exhibition All Creatures Great and Small has visitors ewwww-ing and ahhh-ing over approximately 5,000 insects at the Craft and Folk Art Museum in Los Angeles now through September 11." But I would like to look at it.

Your subhead of the day: "Tiny Tuscarora Counts on Stereos Arrayed In Desert to Repel Hungry Mormon Crickets." The story's actually pretty good, but you're forgiven for thinking "what the hell is going on with the world?"