"Have you heard the song? It really sucks."
On February 25, 2002, untold bags of Cheetos® in high altitude groceries burst from the sudden decrease in global air pressure brought about by the zillion simultaneous gasps of people realizing the Attorney General of the United States was demonstrably, incontrovertibly batshit fucking bananas.
Like everyone else, I experienced an intoxicating revulsion as i chiseled the play button like it dispensed food pellets. But it was just a fleeting rubberneck, not the entire transorbital.
Weeks with the Goog turned up squat. It simply wasn't. Eventually...I clenched my fists and my eyes and fell to my knees in rapt prayer. And lo, was I introduced to a friend of a friend's friend, who worked somewhere.
I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you gave me archive access. Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Man, I'm glad my boss doesn't do any of that stuff.
Posted by: Jacob Haller | February 26, 2005 at 09:59 AM
The awesome part is that while he is singing, he is keeping the posture and gestures of the speech-situation.
I guess you could do some funny stuff with this by replacing the audio with a lip-sync'ed real speech.
Also who hired that cameraguy?
Posted by: twq | February 26, 2005 at 04:50 PM
Thanks. I'm so going to insert this in a mix CD.
I really want this song to appear on Karaoke playlists.
Posted by: Sherrard | February 27, 2005 at 07:31 PM
i think the awful camera work has got to be the reason for the spread of the abridged version.
that man has got some killer vibrato!
Posted by: aaron | February 27, 2005 at 10:35 PM
My goodness, you could drive a truck through his vibrato.
Thank you for posting this, in all of its glorious, um, something.
Posted by: Chris | May 01, 2005 at 04:13 PM
I am so glad I looked through your archives. Here, in the future 2/26/2008, I had forgotten how to laugh at polititians. I hope GW takes a cue from ol' Yawn Assclown for his farewell address.
Posted by: Jerod Freitag | February 26, 2008 at 04:32 PM