Yesterday was Back to the Future Day, and Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd reunited. Lloyd also reprised his character for an uplifting message, and last night, the two of them appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live. Doc and Marty traveled right on stage, complete with the iconic car and score, only to learn that "2015 kinda sucks." Kimmel had the sad task of breaking it to Doc and Marty that Johnny Carson has passed away, and that an egomaniacal casino owner other than Biff is running for president. While the future may be disappointing, this video certainly isn't:

An Oklahoma motorcyclist's helmet-mounted GoPro ended up capturing an even more badass event then your average bike trip.

When a tiny kitten plopped out of a red car and into the middle of a busy intersection, she threw up her hand signals to stop the cars and rush to the kitten's aid. She put the kitten in her helmet, and rushed to a passerby to help out while she moved her bike.

The GoPro POV shots turns this clip into a great movie, perhaps the Fast and the Furriest? 

The motorcyclist included some more info in the video's description:

Update - To answer some questions - 
- Named him Skidmark.
- Keeping him for now.
- Have tried to contact person in red car, but she was unavailable. Either to find out if Skids is hers, or to make sure she knows strays are chilling in her undercarriage. She has my number, and a summary of the incident, have yet to hear from her.

She then linked to an update video of Skids in action:

GoPro is psyched that their technology was used to capture a good deed.

Do good deeds, and get free stuff! 

Forbes, publisher of highly intriguing lists, has compiled the 10 highest paid comedians of 2015. The stats confirm that these performers are officially rolling in it. The rankings were based on the time period between June 2014 and June 2015, and were estimated based on total earnings before management fees and taxes.

Jerry Seinfeld - $36 million
Kevin Hart - $28.5 million
Terry Fator - $21.5 million
Jeff Dunham - $19 million
Russell Peters - $19 million
Aziz Ansari - $9.5 million
Louis C.K. - $9 million
Gabriel Iglesias - $8.5 million
John Bishop - $8 million
Dave Chappelle - $7.5 million

If you read the list closely or not closely at all, you might notice something missing: women. Forbes notes:

Women are noticeably absent from the list, and in the standup and television comedy business in general—a problem that goes back decades. Since 1959, only three comediennes have won the Grammy Award for Best Comedy Album (Kathy Griffin, Whoopi Goldberg and Lily Tomlin).

The "Grammy Award for Best Comedy Album"? Is that a thing? A thing that "comediennes" are vying for? Aside from that old-people reference, comedians were only eligible for the list if their "primary source of income" came from ticket sales, meaning they have to be regularly touring stand-ups. That criteria would have disqualified some of the biggest female comedy stars, like Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, who hopefully are earning many swimming pools full of cash. Also you know Amy Schumer would dominate the list for next year, with her $8 million book deal and $4-5 million fee to co-star in that sister movie with Jennifer Lawrence.

And to answer your question, Terry Fator is a ventriloquist.

See Forbes' slideshow of the moneymakers here.

Student Amelia Perrin recently wrote a post for The Tab about what it's like to have your face stolen. They didn't actually steal it from her skull and put it on ice. Instead, they copied her Instagram selfies and uploaded them to a phony account for the purpose of catfishing unsuspecting people. Here's the real Amelia:

Here's the phony using Amelia's face:

And the theft wasn't just happening on Instagram. Whoever is using Amelia's photos even tried to get a modeling contract in real life:

I was contacted by a photographer on Facebook. He said he’d met “me” on a modeling website, where people post their pictures in hopes of getting jobs or shoots. The person posing as me had uploaded all of my most-liked pictures from Facebook, and sent the photographer x-rated nudes with the face cropped out as well.

The photographer sent me all the photos he had of “me”, asking if I’d sent these nudes to anyone who might want revenge. Fortunately, the nudes could only have been me if I’d somehow gained about nine stone overnight (I’m not quite sure how he didn’t put two and two together). However, the (clothed) pictures were mine.

The catfish had given him a fake address and made him drive to a location with nothing there and said it was her house, where they would conduct the photoshoot. Not only was she using my photos and pretending her nudes were me, the profile she was using was actually under my name, Amelia Perrin.

Some friends found the beccathompson1996 Instagram account, and they and Amelia started commenting at the user to take the photos down, but got blocked. Only once Amelia direct messaged the user in a threatening manner did he or she finally delete the photos and start using some other lady's face. 

All of this sounds traumatic enough, but after writing about the experience for The Tab, things got worse. The Tab seems to attract pretty negative commenters, and this once brought out some of the worst:

You are unbelievably narcissistic. Can't blame you though, you would get your back doors smashed in.

When you so desperately use your appearance to get attention and are so self-infatuated, this sort of thing tends to happen.

And that's not counting all the tweets and comments she's getting on other social media.

Of course, if you really believe taking photos of yourself and putting them on Instagram means you deserve to have them stolen and used to catfish sad dudes, you better go check your account and work that delete button. Amelia says she's not changing a damn thing:

Some people will say I should just stop uploading selfies if I don’t want them to get stolen, but why should I change myself just because there are arseholes out there in the world? That’s like saying if you don’t want to get robbed, don’t own things.

She did decide to start throwing a watermark on there:

Kim Kardashian turned 35 yesterday. Isn't that so down-to-earth and real of her? She even had a party for her birthday, just like a regular person. And the theme of the party can best be described as entirely accurate. It was "pregnant," which you can't deny that Kim Kardashian currently is (although some people do try).

Kim K. shared an Instagram photo of her cake, which said "Happy Pregnant Birthday Kim," and described her party in the caption. Her guests dressed up in "their best pregnant Kim look" and they all ate churros and watched Steve Jobs:

My husband never ceases the amaze me! He rented out the entire movie theater to screen the new Steve Jobs (It's sooooo good BTW) and had all of my family & close friends come dressed up as their best pregnant Kim look (fake baby bumps provided on arrival!) Not sure if that was to make me feel less huge or just a fun cool theme but I loved it & had the best time ever, feeling so very comfortable eating churros with a bunch of pregnant women! Just what I needed, the perfect chill yummy food birthday!!!!

Here's the pic:

And just like many non-famous people's birthday parties, you found out about it afterward on Instagram and felt sad that you weren't invited.

A 38-year-old Minnesota woman was tired of the neighbor kids, so she sent the family anonymous threats saying that she wanted to taste and lick their children. All this because they were noisy and left stuff on her porch. Carrie Pernula was arrested and now faces possible charges of gross misdemeanor terroristic threats and stalking. Yes, threatening to eat kids is gross, but in this case a gross misdemeanor refers to a minor crime, like petty theft. Apparently it's a minor crime in this country if you only threaten to eat kids. USA! USA! She sent the first letter on September 27:

But Carrie didn't stop there. She fully committed to the part of being a pretend cannibal stalker, and paid for magazine subscriptions to be sent to the house under the name "tasty children." Can you believe that? Magazines! No one reads magazines anymore — print is dead. Get with the times, lady! It's surprising she didn't leave them haunting threats on cassette tapes, or start a chain letter getting people from all over the world to threaten the family.

Pernula has been released from jail, and the city attorney is now weighing whether to press charges. If she stays in her house, her neighbors are going to hate her and all the neighborhood kids will whisper about her forever. That's really difficult to achieve in Minnesota. Minnesotans are a peaceful people, resilient and cheerful. Even if she'd menacingly screamed for the kids to stay off her damn porch, they probably would have brought her a casserole to see if it would change her temperament. Not anymore. She should have just posted a crazy sign, like the woman who threatened to poop on lawns or the guy who threatened his bitch-ass neighbors.

Thank you, giant human imagination, for continuing to redefine what is possible on tiny human nails. From recreating entire scenes from The Simpsons to horrifying a nation, nail artists are always pushing the envelope. In this case, a South Korean trend called "shattered glass" is the new thing that will make you wince and say "ooooh pretty" at the same time. The innovation is credited to Eunkyung Park, owner of Unistella Salon in Seoul.

Bad news: it's not actually broken glass. That would be so metal! The illusion is actually created by thin layers of cellophane that take on the tones of the base coat color. Looooooook:

It's probably for the best that it's not really glass. Fancy manicures are anxiety producing enough, it would be much worse if you might cut yourself.

We don't have flying cars, or real hoverboards, but we finally have a Back to the Future technology in the present: the self-tying Nike MAGS that Marty McFly wore in Back to the Future Part II. The shoes will be available in 2016 and the proceeds will benefit The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research, but Fox himself got an early pair and demonstrated the power lacing feature on Jimmy Kimmel Live:

Check out the full demonstration and Fox's anecdote about his high school graduation: 

Chicago marathon runner Steve Bergstrom used his body to get a date, literally. The freshly single, slightly desperate 30-year-old marketing professional asked his cousin to write a personal ad on his back in permanent marker. (Which was not weird for them at all.) The next morning Bergstrom stripped down and proudly displayed his contact info for all the sweet babes and potential identity thieves to check out.

The temporary tramp stamp did its job. Bergstrom told Runners Worldthat he immediately got 12 friend requests—that's 12 potential likes for his post bragging about him finishing a marathon! Last Friday, he went on a date with one of the women who contacted him. She just so happened to be watching the race with a huge sign that had a photo of her cat's head and the words “MY MOM IS LOOKING FOR A #CATDAD” in big block letters. Very subtle.

I said, ‘You know, with me showing up at the marathon with my sign on my back and you showing up at the marathon with that sign, we are missing out on a golden opportunity for future storytelling here if we don’t meet up and have a drink. And we did, and it was great.

No word if the cat tagged along on the date, or if it stayed home and shaved "Please, I need this so bad" into its fur.  

A police officer in the UK wrote a Facebook post reminding everyone that police officers are people too, and was pleasantly surprised when it went viral. In the post, she discussed all the different (and oftentimes, grim) cases cops have to deal with, along with the emotional effects it has on them. She also talked about how difficult it is to balance her work and her personal life. 

Here's the full text:

Sometimes posts to the page by others are missed therefore reposting it. I couldn't have said it better myself.

Just written this letter. Its how I feel today! 
An open letter to the public of the UK

Dear everyone,

Why am I choosing to write to you now? Well I am a police officer. I have served you for 26 years, 2 of those as a volunteer. I love my job, I enjoy going to work, and I am at my absolute happiest when I know I have helped one of you.

I have been with you when your baby has died. Nothing affected me more than carrying your baby into the white coffin in the ambulance. I wasn't even a mum myself then.

I have sat with you and revisited you when a burglar came and pretended to be one of us, and made you feel safe again.

I have fought with you when you were drunk, or just angry. Generally, in the past, you would later apologise, but sadly no longer.

I have attended your house to resolve your domestic dispute over who owns the remote control. I was just 19 and you were in your forties!

I have attended to your partner when you battered her within an inch of her life, and ensured she never saw you again, even though she would not prosecute you. She has her life back.

I have picked up your 6 year old girl in my arms, lost and upset because you turned her out of her home after she repeated the sexual behaviour her Uncle had done to her, on her 3 year old brother. I cuddled her. I loved her, and everyone knows, I wish I had kept her. She became a prostitute due to lack of social care and money.

I have protected your government ministers staying neutral in public. But my goodness never have I seen so much personal hatred of our organisation as from our current home secretary.

I have picked the pieces up from colleagues who have fallen apart after cutting your son down from the loft where he hung himself.

I have chased those kids who burgled your house, caught them and got the conviction in court to send them to prison.

I have talked your son down from the roof of the building, where he had threatened to throw himself off.

I have sat with you after you were raped by an alleged friend of yours, taken you to court in my own car, fought with the barristers supposedly on our side, and ensured he got sent down. You were so very brave.

I have sat with your very neglected children in the back of the car, while they wept for the mum who did not know how to look after them safely, but whom they still loved.

I supported a colleague who had been mown down deliberately by one of you, and subsequently had to leave the job as he lives in constant pain. He is one of the nicest people you could ever meet. His life is affected forever. The offender served 8 months.

This is not everything. I am not unique. There are thousands of us doing more than this every single day to protect you. Yes we make mistakes. Sometimes we get angry. We get tired and grumpy, and act unprofessionally. I pick up those pieces too, making sure we deal with that, and get those officers back on track. 
I have no time for cops who are criminals.

But I am also a person. I am one of you. I am a wife and a mum of 2 young children. I do the school run. I do the shopping, the cooking and the cleaning. I hurt! I am affected by what you say. Last week it was a "whore". That is the least of it. I am affected by what I see.

This week yet another of my family has been murdered. The list is growing. But it never gets easier to lose one of our own in such a needless tragic way. Why would someone choose to run a fellow human being over rather than get a puncture in their stolen car? Why?

The current public outrage over these incidents, over the murder of Fiona, Nicola, Dave and all my colleagues is heartwarming. Nothing was harder to deal with than the public clapping at every police officer along Deansgate as we walked to Nicola's funeral. I know you know you need us, I know you care about us as police officers, and as people.

My plea to you, is to remember those feelings. We are getting far fewer. We cannot do any more than we are doing. We are going to work every single day wishing there were more of us to look after more of you. We, as in every public service, have our limits. We cannot arrest every £10 shoplifter in a store which makes millions and still chooses to have no security, as we would not have time to look for your teenage daughter who has been indoctrinated into believing love is sexual abuse. We cannot investigate every criminal damage, as we would not have time to stop the domestic abuse which damages your minds far more than the physical abuse. 
Everything is a priority. We know that. And yet we are still asked to prioritise. We try our best.

I am not feeling sorry for myself. I am happy to continue to look after you, to fight for you, to save you from further harm. But I want to be able to come home to my family. I want my colleagues to make it home to their family.

WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT MORE NOW THAN EVER BEFORE.

Please stick with us. Remember your heartbreak at watching those 2 little girls deliver flowers and messages to their Daddy who will never come home. Remember the heartbreak of watching the parents of the murdered police officers, knowing they will never watch them get married or have grandchildren. There are thousands of them out there. Just remember them.

Yours faithfully.

A cop!

The messaged was written anonymously and posted by a Facebook page that sells merchandise to raise money for families of police officers who have been killed in the line of duty. BuzzFeed managed to find the person who wrote it, and was told that it "wasn’t supposed to be political." It was inspired by the deaths of fellowofficers, and her main goal was to make the public more supportive of the police force. 

Heavy stuff, yo. 

Pretty soon, everyone will tweet @911 when they have a fire. Until then, some people are reporting problems to the cops by commenting on police department Facebook pages. It's pretty silly, but don't worry, Battman—aka comedian Ben Palmer, who previously trolled angry customers and Joel Osteen—is here to handle all your crime-fighting and commenting needs.

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Battman—ahem, not DC-copyrighted "Batman"—is going around to various police department fan pages to offer help to people the cops are probably happy to ignore. He's the hero the Internet deserves right now and also the one it needs. 

Palmer tells Someecards he got the idea when he "started reading local police department Facebook pages and noticing that there are people on there telling on each other for silly reasons." He decided that "someone needs to put a stop to this. That's where Battman comes in."

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Occasionally, Battman takes time for a little social commentary.  

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Battman has also reached out directly to police to see if they need help.

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Maybe Battman should check his "other" folder for batt [sic] signal messages. Stuff tends to get lost in there.

(Images via Facebook/Ben Palmer)

Brian Gordon is a cartoonist and dad, with two kids, age 4 and 7. He previously worked as a card artist at Hallmark for 18 years, but was recently laid off. Since then he's been working hard as an independent cartoonist, creating Fowl Language Comics, a strip about the agony and the ecstasy of raising young ones, as seen through duck avatars. 

Despite the presence of anthropomorphic ducks, it is very true to life, as he explains:

Fowl Language is inspired by my struggles as a parent, my fascination with geeky subcultures, and a constant, crushing wave of self-doubt and anxiety.

Gordon posts his brilliant comics almost every day. Here are just ten:

1. I'll drink to that. 

2. Happy Halloween

3. Origin Story

4. Road Trip

5. Can't resist the cuteness

6. Wipeout

7. Where there's a will, there's a way.

8. Plotting

9. Fine Dining

10. Smile!

Comedy can be a good way to talk about difficult issues, as Saturday Night Live cast member Sasheer Zamata shows in this video created with the ACLU Ambassador project. It's very nice of Sasheer to calmly explain privilege to this oblivious white guy and it's even nicer that he actually has an epiphany at the end and understands what she's talking about. The best part, though, is probably all the fake TV and movie titles on posters and billboards. White Guys is something that would probably do well on ABC.

The ACLU Ambassador Project connects celebrity faces with their social justice campaigns, since people are more interested when a cool famous person is talking. As you saw, Sasheer has already brought her great sense of humor to a serious topic. But will it get people talking (yelling angrily at each other in the comments)? Hopefully. Hopefully.

"In a borough far, far away—hey, who you callin' far away? Sorry Mr. Hoity-Toity Star Wars fan over here can't be bothered to leave Manhattan, aka the Death Star, but Brooklyn is RIGHT HERE. We're far away? YOU'RE far away, pal. Whaddya think you're the center of the universe or somethin'? Some real stugots on this guy. Fuhgeddaboutit." 

That's the kind of authentic (from 40 years ago before hipsters priced out everyone who talks like that) Brooklyn experience Jimmy Kimmel has been trying to bring to his show all week as he broadcasts live from the borough of more than 2.5 million people. This week, he made that Brooklyn voice go intergalactic by redubbing the newest and apparently last Star Wars: The Force Awakens trailer to sound like the galaxy is populated entirely by foulmouthed wiseguys (after an awkward Cosby joke):

While it's a striptease that's more tease than strip, this old video will still satisfy fans of Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. As head of the Liberal Party, Trudeau once got quite liberal at a party to raise money for the Canadian Liver Foundation, a truly important cause. Trudeau didn't exactly dance Magic Mike-style, but he did gradually strip down to a undershirt, and raised $1900 (Canadian) dollars for charity in the process. That's truly the most satisfying part of the video. 

A wonderful video of the late Heath Ledger surfaced, in which he makes the day of one very lucky woman. Ledger is of course most remembered for his iconic role as The Joker in The Dark Knight, which he prepared for at great lengths and won him a posthumous Academy Award for best supporting actor. And now we have further proof that he was a good sport, had a good sense of humor, and could think on his feet. In this clip, a starstruck woman simply started screaming when she spotted Ledger on the red carpet, and his reaction was priceless:

She really scared the hell out of Heath and that poor reporter. Nothing cures a fit of hysteria better than a quick, full kiss from the handsome actor that made you scream in the first place. And she stuck the landing by falling over rather than trying to comprehend the magnitude of what just transpired. Ledger was one of the good ones, and he is still sorely missed.