Live RickRoll

Ah. The power of the internets.

I’m still amused by RickRollin’, and I’m happy that it’s worked out for him and his career:

(via Buzzfeed mailout)

Other great moments in RickRollin’:

Live RickRoll mob (aka RickMob) at my second home, Liverpool Street Station, London:

Silly people who believed that there was a Michelle Obama “Whitey” tape (why?!) get RickRoll’d:

John McCain gets BarackRoll’d (lovely editing!):

Did I miss any good ones??

ALSO: HOW THE HELL DID I MISS THIS GEM?!?

The singer, Tay Zonday, had this to say about race:

The straight-faced answer is that I’m Martian. They don’t have a box for me on the census form. I’m the write-in candidate that the government leaves no space for when you have to choose your race. Seriously, is race something you choose? The whole point is that I don’t choose it. It is somebody else’s shortcut to my soul. So journalists ask “what’s your background?” like I’m supposed to retell someone else’s story about me as though it’s a fact of who I am and where I come from. As long as I talk about myself in fiction that someone else wrote, I might as well write my own fiction: I’m from Mars. Most believe the story that I’m a black mulatto.^[20]