then take a jump to the 1980s and ask yourself… “what the fuck was in the water?”

holy era-defining video clips, batman!

see how those little 1950s kids were so still, so obedient (so completely unaware that their cracked-nut mother was launching knives at their heads)… and then you see those 1980s kids, our generation, who were supposed to stand still for one brief shot and they frolic about like cracked out, steroidal monkeys? our generation throws the fucking knives, ma!

as we approach thanksgiving, it’s time to give thanks: we give thanks to washed-out 1980s-style home video. Without you, how would we remember how square our relatives were? we give thanks to creepy “uncle mark,” who captured the 80s on video. “uncle mark” goes by many names, but he always lingers a little too long on one of our aunts. here’s to him!

but most of all, we give thanks to television! without tv, we wouldn’t have been the cracked out, steroidal monkeys that we were. flashy flashy image flash! i wanna jump on a couch and scream.

oh, the good ole days.