HOW DO YOU SPELL F?
The Department of Education under the apparently always startled Betsy DeVos is off to a promising start if its Twitter account is any indication. First it misspelled the name of W.E.B. Du Bois in a tweet quoting the writer, historian, and civil rights hero. Then it went and botched the apology for good measure (“our deepest apologizes for the earlier typo”). This comes just days after the discovery of a glaring typo on President Trump’s otherwise really terrific official inauguration poster. Say what you will about this administration, but at least their consistant.
After wily prankster elves snuck into the Staples Center and switched the envelopes for album of the year and urban contemporary album of the year, Adele took home the Grammy’s highest honors instead of Beyoncé — but not before Adele tearfully acknowledged there must have been some sort of elf mischief afoot (in not so many words). Later, when the singer was photographed with her Grammy snapped in two, the Internet rushed to interpret it as a touching “Mean Girls”-style gesture of generosity. More likely a display of the surprising shabbiness of Grammys and/or Adele’s vice-like grip strength.
TUG O’ WEIRD
Speaking of grip strength, does the visitor currently inhabiting the Donald Trump bodysuit understand the human tradition of handshaking? His recent (oddly long) shakes with Supreme Court nominee Neil Gorsuch and Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe appeared to be more in the spirit of detaching a stubborn drumstick than offering a warm “we are from the same planet” hello. But Trump may have met his match in Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, whose apparent hours spent training in a remote Yukon handshaking dojo allowed him to serve up
vintage Stallone realness upon their first meeting. (If you haven’t seen the Internet’s masterful Photoshops of the two’s crushingly awkward photo op, take the rest of the day off.)
COVER OF DARKNESS
The latest in a grand and deeply unpleasant tradition of surreal hacks targeting Smash Mouth’s unkillable 1999 hit “All Star” finds the already upsettingly bad song rendered even more ghastly through the limited sonic palette of vintage Windows XP system sounds. Trigger warnings everywhere. I don’t recommend listening to this at all. Enjoy!/Sorry.
MICHAEL ANDOR BRODEUR