It would appear that I have become some sort of blogger. >_> Yeah. I know. But it could maybe be cool! I now write for The Bohemian, a friend’s travel blog. But, Stephanie, you say. You don’t travel that much. I know, little reader. I don’t know how this actually works either. But you can go read my post on San Diego anyway! Speaking of travel, I’ll be leaving for Wisconsin and Illinois next week. I predict all kinds of beauteous autumnal experiences.

90-year-old man recounts his WWII experience.
General Colin Powell on the mosque near Ground Zero. I was quite impressed. I wish everyone were looking at the issue so wisely.

Ukrainian light spectacle. Aw, you crazy Ukrainians.
Where do I sign up for this kind of job? Though, height-lover that I am, even I would have some issues past the 4.5 minute mark. That is nuts. Points to Ian for finding this bizarre video.
Catchy dance.
Pacific Sun Cruise liner in heavy seas. These things are supposed to be bolted down! That looks like a forklift flying around in the second clip! Pretty terrifying.

Disney princesses as superheroes. Infinitely cooler! I particularly like Belle.
M. Night Shyamalan learns that no one likes M. Night Shyamalan. Don’t get me wrong, I loved most of his movies, but I will admit his recent endeavors have been pretty awful. And this video is hilarious.
The Robin Hood Sandwich Challenge. I can’t quite believe two people spent so much time on this.
Carpet surfing. I laughed very hard. “Welp, back to chasing the dust bunnies.”
I don’t even know how to introduce this. Be amazing, indeed. Are they Russian hand-clapping androids? Belgian synchronized hand-dancers? We may never know.

Clients from Hell. I wish this didn’t sound quite so familiar.
There’s a tumblr called Hungover Owls. They have a point; owls do usually look a little under the weather.

Library desk made of old books, stolen from Sam.
J.M. Barrie writes fanfic for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This is the best! I was unaware, but apparently Barrie and Doyle were very good friends. Barrie wrote this little fanfiction poking fun at himself and Doyle. Lovely!

I wanted a paperback to read on the plane to Wisconsin, and I didn’t really have anything around here that I hadn’t read, so I made a trip to Ed McKay’s today. (My paperback copy of Geoffrey Monmouth’s History of the Kings of Britain is looking at me accusingly. Give me a break, Geoffrey. You’re not exactly light, happy, plane-reading material.) I found a perfectly lovely The Complete Sherlock Holmes for a mere $5! I have half of the contents already, but, come on, Holmes for $5. I also got Till We Have Faces by Lewis and The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, some old favorites of mine. I found a book called The Wing-and-Wing by James Fenimore Cooper! I thought I had already thoroughly read and adored everything Cooper ever wrote, but somehow I apparently missed this chunk of awesome. A dashing tale of French privateers upon the high seas by the author of The Last of the Mohicans? Where have you been all of my life? I snatched it up, along with The King of Elfland’s Daughter by Lord Dunsany, which I’ve had on my to-read list for an age or two.

On my way out I passed the free bookshelf, and lo and behold, I found a copy of The Iceberg Hermit by Arthur Roth! I read that book when I was very young, maybe 8 years old or so, and was completely captivated. I’m not sure that it was really all that good, but it was the first book of its kind that I had read, so it seemed terribly exciting to me at the time. I’m looking forward to rereading it. I remember I saw the movie Congo when I was young and thought it was SO COOL because it was the first action-adventure movie this Disney-and-musicals child had seen. A movie that propelled itself along based solely on adrenaline? I was so excited. In retrospect, though, it was an incredibly silly movie with pretty much no redeeming qualities, but it was the first like it that I had ever encountered, and that made good.