I’m not sure what to say here. This is from 1984. There was probably cocaine involved. Imagine we build a time machine and the first place we shoot back to is this precious moment. If you know me you know I’m not being sarcastic. I love this. I’m on eBay looking for a turquoise shirt like the hosts right now.
“I scored this “big box” VHS at a video store liquidation sale for a dollar. Quite possibly the best dollar I’ve ever spent.” – smashism
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If your life really isn’t all that great just dance or play some invisible drums. If the guys in the videos below can be happy so can you. Anyone doing anything fun this weekend?
photo credit: Quinn Dombrowski
via Laughing Squid
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Here’s a great video from the Sasquatch Music Festival 2009 (watch until the end for the good stuff). James over at Synthtopia titled this video, “If You’re Doing A Live Show, Make Sure You Invite This Guy.”. I agree 100%. This reminds me of the movie Defending Your Life. The basic moral of the movie is that you only live once so stop worrying what other people think of you. I’m such a tightly wound person I think of think of this stuff a lot. I’m always trying to remember that most people are just concerned with their own lives, no one really cares what the hell you are doing so enjoy your time without shame.
“Yuppie Daniel Miller is killed in a car accident and goes to Judgment City, a waiting room for the afterlife. During the day, he must prove in a courtroom-style process that he successfully overcame his fears (a hard task, given the pitiful life we are shown)” – Defending Your Life, IMDB.com