And now for something fun.

 More fun Youtube Channels, 

or  

Why Do I Still Have Cable Again? Oh, Right: My Purgatorial Devotion to Detroit Sports.

•  Let's Game It Out, wherein a gamer tries new "__-operator" type games and deliberately does so in the most incompetent/Rube Goldberg way possible. Painfully funny at times--especially the Zoo and cooking games.  

• You Suck At Cooking Yes You Totally Suck. And yes, that's the title. But he puts together good food with plenty of sight gags and amusing commentary. A little salty, but bearably so.
  

• Binging With Babish a/k/a the Babish Culinary Universe. More serious cooking, but deliberately light-hearted. For example, he does episodes where he put together what a hobbit would eat throughout the course of a day, and another one where he did the Deep-Fried Crabby Patty from Spongebob Squarepants. And there's been a mock feud between Babish and Mister Sausage which has been good for laughs.

A fun Youtube diversion.

Ordinary Sausage, wherein a gent makes sausages from ingredients both sublime (Beef Wellington) and atrocious (toothpaste).

Very enjoyable.

 

The dehumanizing power of Information Age technology cannot be denied.

But on the other hand, there are mash-ups.

I give you Hip To Be The Sandman from James Hetfield & The News.

 

Ryan George is always worth a watch.

I know: "Youtube Content Creator."

But it's good content.

His jabs at the Evil Rectangle God are worthwhile.

Flat out hilarious.

At least I think so. A laugh on another lousy day.

And now for something completely different...

Orff's O Fortuna...with slightly misheard lyrics.

Still, pretty close. Here are the actual lyrics, translated from the Latin:

Star Trek meets Kesha.

The results are surprisingly good. Then again, James Tiberius Kirk classes up every joint he visits, so maybe it's not such a surprise.

It will change your life. Forever.

I bring you...Italian Spiderman.



No, no. Don't thank me. I do what I do...out of love. Your joy is thanks enough.

Yeah. This is pretty much how Heather and I started out.

It's lonely here on Skullcrusher Mountain.

Update--for your delectation, the lyrics:

Welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain
I hope that you've enjoyed your stay so far
I see you've met my assistant Scarface
His appearance is quite disturbing
But I assure you he's harmless enough
He's a sweetheart, calls me master
And he has a way of finding pretty things and bringing them to me

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet

I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you
But I get the feeling that you don't like it
What's with all the screaming?
You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don't like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet

Picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine
While up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere
And all the fools who live their foolish lives may find it quite explosive
But it won't mean half as much to me if I don't have you here

You know it isn't easy living here on Skullcrusher Mountain
Maybe you could cut me just a little slack
Would it kill you to be civil?
I've been patient, I've been gracious
And this mountain is covered with wolves
Hear them howling, my hungry children
Maybe you should stay and have another drink and think about me and you

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet
I shouldn't kill you yet
I shouldn't kill you yet

Because it's one of my favorite sports moments ever, that's why.

I stumbled across this interesting Youtube find--an alternate call of several of the great moments of the Miracle on Ice. The play-by-play was done by Curt Chaplin, a reporter for ABC Radio who covered the game from a camera stand. The tape had been lost and was just rediscovered in the last few years. It's very well done, and quite stirring as Chaplin gets caught up in the moment. His description of the Soviet team standing on the blue line after the game ended was professional, but about as close as one can get to "neener, neener, neener" without crossing the line.

Enjoy!

Webb v. Polanski.

Think Tyson v. Spinks.

Winner: Jack Webb, KO in the first round.



Thanks to Donald McClarey for this find.

Not bad, Hilary.

Not bad at all.

But I see your Julius Caesar Rap and raise you Seven:

Because I can, that's why.

There will never be anyone remotely like William Shatner ever again.

You're welcome.

Negotiating with Your Dentist in a Businesslike Manner.

Food for thought on health care cost containment.

This seems to capture the tenor of today's postings well.

Hat-tip to Mark Shea for the find.

Oh, yeah....

Business Time, by Flight of the Conchords.

This one's for all the husbands and wives out there.

Warning--a little on the racy side, but more in a Barry White as opposed to Snoop Dogg sense.

If you get what I'm saying.

And I know you do.