Paul Simon exorcises the demons.

Because of a Skype chat with my good friend Joseph, I have had the most fun two hours, mindlessly watching clips from the Muppet Show, then Paul Simon clips. During the course of our Skyping and YouTubing, I revealed my absolute hatred of the Muppet Babies. Since I was a child, I have hardly been able to get past the first 8 bars of the theme song before I turn away in abject horror at the abomination that is the Muppet Babies.

Joe pointed out how strange the character of Nanny is, whose green and white stockings grace the doorway a couple of times per episode. Maybe, he said, all of the Muppet Babies are her spawn. In a fit of inspiration (and I am not talking about the kind from above), I drew Nanny:

I have clearly missed my calling. You will find me at the Boardwalk down the shore next summer. I will draw your peekcher if you pay me $5.

I would like to note that her whiskers sprang not from my pencil, but from the page of their own volition. She clearly prays to the Dark Lord.

Also, I watched this, which I haven't seen for some time:

Ahh. This should be required viewing. So fun and awesome.

Dada Pickup Lines

in all order particular:

Hey baby. Well ran if all want me.

Hey baby. I'm fresh out of cards. Want to play assholdom?

Hey baby. Will you coat my stars out?

Hey baby. Stupendous.

Hey baby. Ambience is less than my final offer.

Hey baby. Half pints stuff my flash cards. How bout you?

Hey baby. Maybe we could wrestle with the fluff scan.

Hey baby. Whose wretch is this?

Hey baby. Hold please.

Hey baby. I wanna suckle on your stereotype.

Hey baby. Inside is wamp.

Hey baby. No more.

Hey baby. Krinkled catskin.

A parade!!! Super!!!

So I was sitting at home minding my own business, as I am wont to do these days, when I began to hear commotion. This was racket I could not ignore, so I grabbed the keys and went to find the source. Lo and behold, a parade outside my door! Not only that, it was a pride parade, and as everyone knows, nobody does parades like gay people. Here's a slideshow.

RoaCHES, roaCHES!!! CHES!!!

Yesterday, I was inspired by this hilarious AskMetafilter post (it's about words that sound absolutely disgusting) to make the dirtiest, nastiest dance track I could. Here 'tis. Here's the Metafilter Music post that gives more info on where the lyrics came from. I would put the lyrics here, but seriously, you don't want to hear them.
Talk Dirty To Me (2009)

Ievan Polkka: a song for all metal-loving anime moose

I would like to present to you two stellar examples of supreme awesomeness. I suggest playing them at the same time to create a little two-voice canon of catchiness. Don't forget to adjust the volumes accordingly, kids!





I love how well this music serves both purposes. Bum...bum...bum...bum....

Edit: But wait...there's more!



And then there's this metal version from this Metafilter Music post!


Ahhhh! It's all just too much!!! Ba dum bum bum bum bum ba bum...ba ditty ditty dum bum bum ba-bum!

Here is the wikipedia page for the Ievan Polkka, which is an old Finnish folk song about love and dancing all night, both of which I can really get behind.