Yes, Internet, this is cute. Yes, Internet, we all love Mad Men. And yes, Internet, we are all at least somewhat nostalgic for our childhoods (Teddy told me that in Greek nostalgia literally means "pain from an old wound") to the point where combining something that we like now with something that we like then gets an instant Express Pass to our hearts. It's a deal! We'll have Ben Kosgrome draw up a contract.
But did this video make anyone else wonder what must have slipped by their young face when they actually watched Sesame Street? Clearly there must have been some FUCKED UP parodies (4 tha kids) when I actually watched this show as a target audience member*. Sesame Street presents Last Tango in Sesame Street or whatever. And not to be Professor Children's Television, but shouldn't they have been Glad Men at the end of this sketch? Or is it some kind of modern parenting trick? "When you're raising your children, it's all about the words you don't say."
Just kidding, of course, Internet! Everything about this is absolutely perfect. No one would ever dare criticize.
*Watched, of course, is a euphemism. I listened to this show. As a radio play. Huddled in the basement as our heroic war planes took off for Germany. The first time.
I'm not really sure how Paul Rudd can still be attractive while dressed up in a big, awkward "Earth" suit and dancing and singing with puppets, but, by golly, he is. And where is his self-consciousness? It doesn't exist!:
The ball's in your court, Jon Hamm. Also, I like that this video, which is quite possibly the least controversial thing imaginable, still caused enough of a stir on YouTube that this comment was deemed necessary by someone:
THE OUTRAGE! First they let black children on television, and then they allow them to casually insinuate that marriage is about love between two people and not restricted to one man and one woman conjoining in an antiquated patriarchal contract to consolidate wealth! EARMUFFS, BABIES! I do love how leading Grover's questions are. "What else?" "What else?" "What else do they do?" "What else?" "Is there fisting in marriage?" "What else?" "They give each other reach-arounds, don't they?" Relax, Grover. That kid is five years old. He probably doesn't even know what a power-bottom is. (Thanks for the tip, Gabe.)
I clicked because it's a new outtake from Ricky Gervais's upcoming (November) appearance on Sesame Street, but I stayed because Elmo drops character but stays in-voice! Ricky: "Do you know what necrophilia is?" Elmo: "Elmo wants this tape!":
I can't tell if my childhood was just ruined or made ten times more awesome. That was hilarious. Self-aware Elmo should have his own show! (By the way, this is what "Elmo," aka voice actor Kevin Clash, looks like in real life. He should get at least as much credit as Ricky Gervais for this bit of funniness.)
Yesterday someone sent me a link to an amazing clip from an old local Philly kid's show called The Al Alberts Showcase. I had never seen it before, and according to YouTube stats, neither has the internet, so I asked one of my friends from Philadelphia to explain. This is what he said:
This was a variety show that ran in Philadelphia for like 20 years and I believe it aired on Saturday mornings before the cartoons would start. Even when I didn't know what "creeped out" meant, I was totally creeped out. You should see the joke portion of the show where these terrified little girls tell "Uncle Al" knock knock jokes.
So here are some videos from The Al Alberts Showcase. Judge for yourself whether they're "creepy." (Just kidding: they are, but in that "The '80s were a much more innocent time." kind of way.)
First we're going to watch Duane getting DOWN, and then we're going to guess what he does for a living now:
1...2...3...Investment Banker!!
"Lawyer" would also be accepted. Really, any job that could involve owning a sports car that you really care about. I wonder if Duane comes home some nights after a long day of closing, cranks up the stereo, and dances just like the old times. I wonder if he still looks in magazines for fashion trends. I wonder if he knows he was the first metrosexual. And I really wonder, for some reason, if he's read/seen American Psycho. But mainly I wish I was popular in middle school, like Duane, and that everyone would cheer while I danced on TV. That would have been fun. (Via everythingisterrible.)
I can't decide who in this video is your boyfriend: the dude in the plaid shirt or the puppet that looks like a testicle, so let's just say you're two-timing them. Look away (from porn), kids!:
That is Rod and Todd Flanders' favorite music video. (Thanks for the tip, Cailyn!)
Shall we? He's old enough for sweeties, but too young for a wife:
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