I was thinking of not posting anything today - but 710 just had to tell me something about something called Skibidi Toilet.
I think, once you get through this, you'll have wished I had opeted for 'nothing'.
I have never ever heard of Skibidi Toilet. I might be one of the few. Apparently its Tik Tok and YouTube video(s) have racked up some 65 billion (with a B) views.
So "popular" is it that Michael Bay is making a movie out of it.
710 showed me a clip last night.
It's safe to call me "boomer" when I say, "I do not get it". I truly don't. And I truly don't think I want to.
While clearly I don't get the appeal, I've searched my mind to figure out why others might. I could seriously not come up with even a partial idea as to why.
Anyone - feel free to educate me.
.....and I really don't expect anyone to watch all one hour and 17 minutes of the below. But hey - you do you.
Orenthal James is dead. ...and not a minute too soon, if you ask me.
I remember the slow car chase all those years ago. It started before I even left work, and I just sat at home, ordered a pizza and watched. And watched.
Ditto with the trial.
The verdict was strange. Well, where I was. Everyone was at work and we piled into a medium sized conference room to await the jury's decision.
Working at a large higher educational area at the time, I'd say at least one-third of those in the room were persons of colour. When the verdict was read aloud, it was the most most most uncomfortable scenario: white people groaning; black people cheering. It was a weirdly divisive moment. And somehow it brought us the Kardashians, so..........another tragedy on top of it all.
Oddly, just the other day somehow in random conversation I brought up Kato - but me from the Green Hornet or Lantern or something. 710 goes, "you mean Kaelin?". I suppose everyone has their cultural references. Talk about your fame for 15 minutes.
The group was texting yesterday (which is where I got the title image - thanks Mort) and I poked, "He never did find the real killer" as he claimed he'd do, and then I added on "I guess he never had a mirror".
Comedy never waned when it came to an OJ reference. SNL did a skit not that long ago that was well done - though Gal Gadot is all about the cue cards.
And Family Guy has tons of things OJ related. I found this one the funniest. Really this should start at the 2:08 mark, should it not, just move the bar to get you there.
The internet is a little abuzz about it all. Not as much as I thought it would, but then I don't have X or Threads or anything.
Some of them blah, one or two were good. Like this one.
The surprise isn't that that Tramp, Bristol Slut Palin, had another baby. The shock is she is finally married when it happened.
It's not entirely clear if she got pregnant after marriage - which isn't her style. She likes to put out without the need for commitment. It's that whole "cow. milk. free." thing.
Make no mistake - she's the cow.
The slutty cow.
And I don't meant to slut shame. It's unfair to the rest of the sluts of the world to lump that wench in with them. It makes other sluts look bad.
....and cows.
Allegedly this is the Abstinence Poster Child's third kid.........though I'm still not convinced her little "brother" just isn't her first bastard. Her first Downsy bastard.
David Cassidy might not really know if he does love you.
Too soon??
The poor dude has dementia. Or......that's what he's calling his fall from sobriety (and from a stage).
Yes, I get it's all very tasteless......but so am I. I'm sure you all had to pick up on that by now, no?
On a semi-related note.......
My first album was the Partridge Family's debut.
Well - let me clarify. My father brought me home two records on the same day - the aforementioned tv band (actually, the series had not yet debuted) and an album by Gilbert O'Sullivan - because what 1st grader doesn't need an disk that has a song about suicide?
The bigger mystery to me was: how did my dad even know about either of these things? Certainly not from my mother. I was the fourth child.......she couldn't be bothered to pick up on queues. And hell, even I didn't know who Gilbert O'Sullivan was.
Maybe they meant to get me the Mikado.
Even as a wee gay lad I never saw the appeal of Cassidy. Being a super wee gay lad, I liked Laurie Partridge way better. What was that about? They say kids can be sexually confused, I guess I was.
That first Partridge disk was also an eye-opener? They didn't write or play a thing? I mean, except for Shirley & Keith. Oh, Blobby was devastated. On the other hand, it got me into a life-long habit ot devouring liner notes. .....that is until digital music took that away from me.
I'd say I've gotten off-course, but I'm not sure I have. I'm not sure there was a course with which to begin.
Oh oh oh....there is this.
The pubes aside: should I be worried that we have never seen Patti Smith and David Cassidy in the same place at the same time?
