Thursday Night Open Thread

Having grandchildren means I get to hear songs I really don’t want to hear. And me having access to a blog means you get to hear the same things.

[The YouTube]

Of course, you could just skip the video, right? But if you did that, you might miss out on fully appreciating the art, the genius, of one of the greatest artists of our time. Let’s pick back up on that another tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, m’kay?

For now, I’ll hush and let you take over. It’s Thursday Night Open Thread. You get to run the show. You can post a video of something. You can tell a joke. You can give your thoughts on what’s been going on. You can, well, do most anything.

Who wants to start?

Icebreaker: What Would the Title of Your Autobiography Be?

Previously: “The 25 most popular icebreaker questions based on four years of data

76 Fun Icebreaker Questions

Currently: The Only List of Icebreaker Questions You’ll Ever Need (Not all of which will be used, since some are either/or questions, which are boring.)

Your mission: answer the question in the comments with a good story.

If you don’t have a good story, you are encouraged to make one up.

What would the title of your autobiography be?

“Fun Facts About the Author of Fun Facts About the 50 States

Icebreaker: Have You Ever Been Told You Look Like Someone Famous?

Previously: “The 25 most popular icebreaker questions based on four years of data

76 Fun Icebreaker Questions

Currently: The Only List of Icebreaker Questions You’ll Ever Need (Not all of which will be used, since some are either/or questions, which are boring.)

Your mission: answer the question in the comments with a good story.

If you don’t have a good story, you are encouraged to make one up.

Have you ever been told you look like someone famous?

Michael Gross (circa “Family Ties”)

Christopher Lloyd (circa “Taxi”)

Honduras Bound (Song Parody)

[High Praise! to walruskkkch]

Honduras Bound (to the tune of “Homeward Bound” by Simon and Garfunkel)

Still sitting in the detention center.
Got no papers to let them enter.
On a trek from distance lands
a suitcase, but no papers in hand.
to get stopped had not been planned
to skip their hearing would be grand.

(Chorus)
Honduras bound
I wish they were
Honduras bound.
Honduras where from they tried escaping,
Honduras where they should be staying,
Honduras where I love for them to stay away from me.

Every day’s an endless stream
Of stupid covers of magazines.
And each tweet looks the same to me,
like they’re produced in some factories
And every crying child I see
reminds me I know where they should be,

(Chorus)

Tonight they repeat themselves again,
They’ll play a game and pretend.
But all their words sound to me
like a shady mendacity
filled with empty sophistry
All they can do is insult me.

(Chorus)