Buzzfeed does the world a service: 26 kinds of photos people should stop putting on Instagram. Such as:

This is where I say "this," which is the new-and-improved way to say "I agree." ("This" is not interchangeable with an expression of assent; if you're getting married, you cannot say "this" after the preacher reads the vows. Well, you can, but this is not advised.) These things are normal subject matter if you're 12, but otherwise, no. Of course, the list lead to hurtness, as the comments show:

Yes, bitter! The author is bitter about people posting feet and sunsets and dull shoes on Instagram. Walking down the street with a frown, bile a-boil in her guts, miserably resentful of other people's public toes.

Instagram is a marvelous thing, but the more popular it gets, the greater the disconnect between Most Popular and the photos in your feed. Most Popular, on any given day, consists of duck-faced idiots, shoes, some random ceramic crap, and something put up by a celeb that got a million favorites because everyone wants to feel part of the celeb's life. It's like a museum whose lobby is filled with 2nd grade fingerpainting exercises, and beyond that, Matisse and DaVinci.

Bad:

The European Commission - that's the "Executive Body of the EU," if you're wondering - decided to encourage girls to get interested in science, and decided this mean pop music, pink tints, and lipstick. It did not go well. Salon says:

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The author is correct. There is head-tilting going on. Behold:

The video has 445 likes, 3115 dislikes. This is a reposted version; the YouTube page says "The original video was taken down after it received so many negative comments." But there's one positive comment:

Workplaces don't have enough moral boos, in my experience.

Time Machine:

I had a Jimmy Dean 3-cheese omelette the other morning. It's not bad. It's some sort of strange spongey-whipped egg substance, firmed up by modern technology and flash-frozen to seal in the goodness, but with some pepper or some Sriracha sauce it's not bad, but you could say that about an old dog bed, I suppose. The name Jimmy Dean has now come to mean Breakfast Food, thanks to the the sausage line. When I was very young the name was associated with music, thanks to "Big Bad John" and the waaa-hooo B-side, "I Won't Go Huntin' with You, Jake (But I'll go Chasin' Women). He was also on TV for a while.

He got cancelled.

He didn't take it well.

Bitter! Give that man a moral boos. He got around to selling the soap, though.

Miscellany.

There's been chatter on the web about Stanley Kubrick being sort of gay. Well, maybe a lot. Bret Easton Ellis has been tweeting about it, which is a sure sign of a cultural phenomenon. I have no opinion on the matter, aside from not caring, and really don't look forward to people combing through the movies for clues.

On the other hand: what?

Yesterday's "Family Circus" may have been the first time I noticed that the entire brood is capable of levitation.

io9 talks about a Batman reboot. That's right: it's not too early to think about the next time they redo Batman. In fact we should be thinking about the best way to reboot that Green-Lantern / Daredevil crossover that's scheduled for 2017, so there's something in the pipeline for 2021. The ideas are actually rather good, except for the angsty-teen version. The 1939 idea sounds marvelous. The Mad Men version? Jon Hamm as Bruce Wayne in a non-camp remake? Absolutely.

Local Lore.

A close-up of a picture of a building on Hennepin.

That's the Witt's grocery store, displaying the array of wares the store contained. Here's the amazing part: take a look at the original image.

The detail those old photos captured is just remarkable. That's taken from across the street on the roof of the Pantages theater. Tomorrow we'll meet the unnerving anthropomorphized Witt Building. See you then, and enjoy your lunch.