I love Turkish music, which adapts itself beautifully to just about any genre. The beat is infectious and the ululating curvature of the melodies hypnotic. And a Turkish Santa - what can I say?
Chriiiiistmas, Chriiiiiistmas time is here. . . We revisit the horror of Alvin and the Chipmonks played at normal speed. Bentley wisely leaves the building.
What's better (or worse) than one creepy Santa? A bunch of creepy Santas! I put this together from a whole lot of gifs, from a whole lot of videos of my favorite Santa Smackdowns. I couldn't quite get them all onto one gif, so had to split them. With a hey, and a ho, and a - creep out!
I'm very proud of this gif compilation from the Hula Cats Christmas video. Took forever to make, but lasts something like a full minute. Never in my dreams.
Not a big pig fan, and I KNOW these little tykes end up as huge porkers (no matter what the dealers say about "a medium-sized dog"). But how can you resist a little alive stuffed animal strutting around on tiny trotters? Having said that, I still think its poop would smell awful.
And you thought Florence Foster Jenkins was bad? Listen to this. . . (and this, and this). I'm barely scratching the surface of awful opera recordings, singers who aspire to the heights but can barely get out of the starting gate. I'm beginning to realize Jenkins was one of the better bad singers. The saddest is a rendition - or maybe rending - of Carmen by a very drunk soprano who doesn't seem to realize how bad-off she is. Someone should have escorted her out, but instead she made YouTube history, a video which will probably live in infamy. Bad performances never go away any more.