• Kelly O
• "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"

At around 9:30 this evening on Capitol Hill, an employee of Bill's Off Broadway was standing outside explaining their busted window to someone on his phone. A phalanx of officers was lined up outside Walgreens, where a couple windows were broken. Another phalanx of officers was lined up against a road blockade across Pine Street at 11th Avenue, one block from the East Precinct police station. Still more phalanxes of officers were darting through streets on bikes, like schools of fish.

Cal Anderson Park seemed dead at first—at least by the playfields. Certainly the park was not full of protesters, as suggested on Twitter. But then as Kelly O and I walked farther into the park, we had to step aside to led an SPD SUV through. The reflection pool was black and sparkly. The other fountain (the volcano leading to the flat steps with the rocks) was dry. In between the two water features was another pool of officers, standing with bikes, their white reflective features shimmering in the distance. Kelly O and I got closer. The cops in the SUV drove up to the cops on bikes, and they talked for a while, and then all of a sudden a whole bunch of cops charged through the empty fountain. One on his bike drove through the center of it, up the shallow steps. They converged on a group of people at the far side of the fountain, and to shrieks like, "He didn't do it!" and "Don't arrest him!" and etc., they arrested a young man in face paint and a fedora.

"For what?" the arrestee yelled.

"Throwing rocks," was the reply.

The agitated friends started calling things out to him as he was arrested. One of them said, "You have to sing a song as you get arrested!"

"What should I sing?" the man being arrested called back.

"'Bohemian Rhapsody'!" someone yelled.

And then all his friends started shout-singing "Bohemian Rhapsody." Badly and with vigor. They started right at the "I see a little silhouette of a man..." part, because of course they did—right where the song has a panic attack. There were 10 or 11 of them, I'd say, these friends, going, "Thunderbolt of lightning, very very frightening me!!!" The man being arrested did not sing along. Even for the call-and-response parts. That seemed like a wise move on his part.

Then, with a cop on each arm, the man being arrested sauntered very casually toward the SPD SUV. He seemed resigned to his fate and determined to strike a heroic posture. And it was kinda working: He still had the straw fedora still on his head. A woman who'd been singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" called out to the cops, "Don't touch his hat!" Someone else called out, "You can't touch his hat!" Right away, one of the cops grabbed the hat off the man's head. And his friends went, "Aw, man!" and "No!" and etc. And then into the SPD SUV the man went.

HEY! Yeah, YOU! The stupid baby with the basketball! What are you going to do with the basketball, you stupid baby? You think you can shoot it into the basket? HAAAAA!! I would love to see you try. I would just LOVE to see a stupid, idiot baby like you pick up a basketball, and shooooooooooooooo.... HOLY SHIT!!! Ummm. Never mind?

Yeah, well, I bet you can't do that with a regulation basketball... STUPID, STUPID BABY!

It's flapping today—for one day only—outside the Wilson Building in our nation's capital, because "DC Mayor Vincent Gray lost his bet against Seattle mayor Mike McGinn when he predicted the Washington Redskins would beat the Seahawks."

(H/t: Annie Wagner)

I admit it: I'm still a goddamn mess today—even after having a weekend to process what happened Friday. But, like you, I'm doing the best I can and it's good to remember that kids are the best, and the hilarious stuff they do can make a shitty day like today a lot better. Check out this video of kids performing in a "12 Days of Christmas" routine—you're going to hope that #7 and #8 grow up to star in movies, because they're the most terrific comedy duo ever.

"I love how every conversation I have with my dad—even when we're just exchanging quick holiday greetings—ends with us discussing how global warming is a sham."

Emily Nokes, reading over next week's music listings: "Oh cool, Vaginal Defecation is playing with Blood Shit. Finally."

“There was a lot of talk about what the new ‘cowabunga’ was, or whether it should even remain ‘cowabunga,’” Neili tells EW. “We hadn’t initially come up with anything yet because we didn’t really necessarily need it [at the time].”

“But then when we were at the record, one of the actors — Greg Cipes, who actually plays Michelangelo — just kind of went for it,” Nieli explains. “When he said it in the room, there were a lot of executives there. I think it was our first record. And it was that moment when he said it — I think he just really pulled it off and kind of won everybody over in the room. And it stuck.”

Heh... heh. Ummm... look, Charlie. I wasn't going to call you stupid or anything. SERIOUSLY! You're a very, very, VERY intelligent little baby from the looks of you, and really! Even if I were to accidentally and stupidly insult you, is that a reason to resort to violence? OF COURSE NOT. Ha, ha, ha. We're just having some jolly good fun, right Charlie? Am I right? Ummm... Charlie. Charlie! CHARLIE! DON'T BITE MY FINGER, CHARLIE!!! DOOOON'T... BIIIIITE... MYYYYY... FINGOWWWWW!!!

(Sniff.) Stupid, stupid Charlie.

Building on their success protesting the construction of a state-of-the-art juvenile justice center, adroit activists declare a "festival of resistance."

• Josh Bis

The drummer outside the 11th Avenue exit in his underwear? We have video. The cream-cheese-on-hot-dogs debate? We have the poll numbers...

Find your photo here. If you have always dreamed of being one of those plastic people at the top of a cake and you weren't at that party, you will have another chance at the Capitol Hill Block Party, July 20-22. If you don't have tickets for that yet, get 'em here.

Remember this awesome individual from yesterday—the topless one in the rainbow skirt on the roof there in the distance? The one who's having way more fun than the rest of us?

• Timothy Rysdyke

Click on the image if you would like to see a closer-up animated gif of her dancing.

A mini-parade of anarchists, maybe 40 strong, is currently marching up Broadway, in the middle of the northbound lane, trailed by cops on bikes (on the sidewalk) and cops in cars. The marchers are shouting—slowly, sing-song-y—"All cops are bastards! All cops are bastards!" The cops on bikes look bored and capable. A trash can just clattered to its side. There are at least three police cars and a larger police vehicle following them, slowly, at the speed that anarchists walk. It looks like a reverse procession.