I make memes to amuse my coworkers or friends on Twitter. I save most/all of them. They’re mostly stupid.
For some idiotic reason, I decided to gather some of the ones that still make me laugh, even if they are no longer culturally relevant and probably not funny to anyone but me. Think of it as my New Year’s gift to you, the people. But really to myself.
I was tempted to call this post “Meme Time,” but I worried JackSepticEye fans would get upset. (And if you got that reference, you are entirely too hip for this post.)
So, here are some of my favorites, with brief explanations as needed. If any of these are amusing to you, I’ll consider that a win and a great start to 2022.
Remember that time two guys were arrested for loitering inside a Starbucks one afternoon? And how angry crowds stormed Sbux locations, resulting in photos of stone-faced baristas wishing they were anywhere else in the world? Yeah, that was a thing.
I call this one, “Cage-Stage Keto.”
One more. I can’t help myself.
I’m so hydrated right now, I can see sound.
Ironically, I made this more than 4 years ago, and it’s still applicable!
Pretty self-explanatory, I feel.
Bless up, Harambe, wherever you are.
A Calvinist meme for the home folks.
I stand by this one.
We need you now more than ever, Rob.
From the set of “The Social Network 2.” Alternate caption: “Insert a meta-joke here.”
“Look, Clark’s just here to help, Bruce. We all are.”
Only Darin Day will appreciate this, and I don’t think he even reads my blog.
Man, I need to fire up my SNES Classic sometime this week.
If Drake were a grittier rapper.
…I feel like I should apologize for most of these. But I won’t. Happy New Year, everybody!
Hope your weekend is starting off great. My week has been a wild one (including one of my kids needing an emergency visit at the pediatric dentist–YIKES), but I’m excited for the weekend.
Here to help you get the fun started is another round of video recommendations from yours truly–the weird, wild, and goofy things I’ve collected from Youtube over the last couple of weeks. Hope you enjoy!
Analyzing a lesser-known Twilight Zone episode set at Christmastime:
The story behind Radiohead’s original version of the theme song for the James Bond film Spectre, and why it’s better than Sam Smith’s song.
Here’s the full track by Radiohead:
Another “Inside A Mind” video–this time about awild ARG connected to a TV show (and Jason Segel).
I shared a video last time about Meow Wolf’s latest art experience, “Omega Mart.” Here’s a full walk-through, for those of us who will never make it out to Las Vegas to see it for ourselves.
If you haven’t seen In the Heights yet, this is spoilery, but it’s a neat examination of how the movie and stage show differ. I haven’t see the movie yet, but couldn’t help myself and had to dig in, and I think this is pretty cool, if true.
Okay, guilty pleasure admission: I *love* all the international versions of the music competition show The Voice. You can find the coolest performances and covers on these other versions. Here’s a neat cover of “Seven Nation Army” on The Voice of Ukraine that I was not expecting AT ALL. (You can click this link here if you don’t want to watch the 2-minute pre-roll package that’s entirely in Ukrainian.)
(Yes, the guy is a total goob. But the arrangement is dope–and sounds like it could be a stadium anthem for a World Cup match.)
And finally, one more tune: Let me leave you with the Power of Love. Have a good weekend, everybody!
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