Respectful Insolence

On a lighter note…

Those who’ve been regulars here for a while know that on Fridays and the weekends, I often (although not always) like to take a lighter approach with my posts and links. In that vein, I bring you a vision of what’s become of Michael Jackson

Comments

  1. #1 J-Dog
    February 24, 2006

    Homo Floresiensis perhaps?

  2. #2 BronzeDog
    February 24, 2006

    But how do you explain the existence of pygmies and midgits? ;)

  3. #3 TheProbe
    February 24, 2006

    The MTA/NYC Transit Authority actually auditions performers to allow them to appear in the subway, Penn Station and Grand Central. Some of them are very good.

  4. #4 Ali
    February 24, 2006

    That was kinda crazy. I hope you didn’t find that by searching on your own – there are only a few search terms I can imagine would bring one to such a video, and all of them bring your character into question. ;)

    But how do you explain the existence of pygmies and midgits?

    Most likely due to mutations in the FGFR3 gene.

    Or maybe it’s just because God likes movies like Wizard of Oz, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and Willow. Especially Willow.

  5. #5 Orac
    February 24, 2006

    Rest assured, I didn’t find that one on my own. A friend sent it to me. What that says about her, I don’t know.

  6. #6 Bartholomew Cubbins
    February 24, 2006

    before I read the video info I almost shouted “that’s on the Lexington Ave line”. Sure enough, only in New York.

    lol – Homo Floresiensis

  7. #7 TheProbe
    February 25, 2006

    The Lex? No way! Never happen! Too upscale on the snooty East Side.

    If you said the 7th or 8th Avenue at 42nd Street I would not argue. Westsiders are “with it.”

  8. #8 Bartholomew Cubbins
    February 25, 2006

    Hi TheProbe,

    One of the developmental milestones for our son was the first time he ever pointed anything out to me and asked me what it was.’

    We had been in NYC for about 2 months and were waiting for the 5 to go downtown. He points and says, “Daddy, what’s that?” I see a rat the size of a toy poodle bounding down the platform toward us. Dumbstruck I stood there with my mouth open until his younger sister shrieked, “that’s a rat!”

    The train arrived and we ran aboard. Good stuff.

    I’ll bet an east side rat versus a west side one anyday after I saw that guy.

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