Honestly, I could watch Erykah Badu sit and talk about whatever she feels like talking about for hours. She's hilarious and beyond delightful in her episode of Pitchfork's Over/Under series, in which she laments that she hasn't yet been abducted by aliens, ponders Fred Flintstone's sex life, considers the origins of Porky Pig's untreated stutter, and tells a story about light-up sneakers with an exquisite plot twist. She also reveals she'd really like to direct an airline flight safety video. Someone please let Erykah Badu do this. Please.