This One Goes To Eleven

Two thousand eleven has been one of those years that no matter what good has happened, the bad makes it easy to dismiss the past 365 days by saying, “Now Daddy, shake 2011's hand, and let's be On. Our. Way.” No bullshit, things got a little ugly this year. But hey, that's alright, right? I've got a number of things lined up for 2012 that will more than make up for this last year's bullshittery, like taking up racquetball, starting life in my thirties, Tammi Gymnastics' and my upcoming trip to SF and Portland, and....becoming a prankster. I really want to take fucking with people up to a whole new level. But before I can do that, I got to get the taste of 2011 out of my mouth. Since the end of December is all about lists, here's mine (in no particular order of importance) for the year:

Good Enough For a Poke, Huh?

Oftentimes, I find myself using this blog as a storage bin for YouTube videos I just can't live without.  Life has been much sweeter since I first saw the Sexy Sax Man play one of my favorite hits of the 80's in a Del Taco, and I extend my hearty applause to whoever constructed his pants.  It matters not that the number of views these three videos have accumulated equals around a combined 12 million, and that one dates as far back as 2009.  Funny is funny is so funny, and I could really give a shit if I'm posting old news here.

If Arnie, Carol and Sergio formed a super group called Sexual Whispers in Space, I'd wait overnight to buy front row tickets.

Now That I've Found You

It would be embarrassing to admit how long I've been looking for this clip from Kids in the Hall.  The one and only time I watched the corresponding episode, I was about thirteen years-old and it was close to 3am.  For a while there, I thought it was all a dream:

To be honest, I'm not into the entire skit, but watching the man-cat jump in the air made my millennium.