Just so you aren't confused or expecting to be aroused, "Blanket Dance" does not involve anything sexual. I guess it could, but for the sake of keeping this TIGF art form pure, let's leave sex out.
It's not just the moves or the Star Wars duvet cover that makes blanket dancing TIGF!!! It's the sound effects that go with it. The best are the ones that mix a little beat box in with the whoops and squeals. I'm sure that this would make one of the New Kids on the Block either very proud, or do the right thing and hang themselves. Not Donny, though. I like him. His portrayal of the character "Duddits" in the Steven King movie "Dreamcatcher" was spot on 'tardo.
Speaking of actors playing mentally handicapped people, I really would love to see Robin Williams take on a role like that. Wait, he already did and his name was Mork. A reprisal, then, of Mork trying ever so hard to make it on a football team and at the same time teaching us acceptance. Remember, we are all winners. But, as George Carlin taught me, some of us just win last. Oh, and he also taught me that if all children are special, then all adults are too--Hitler and Dahmer included. Wait, that can't be right. Then at some point in our lives some of us stop being special. Or maybe it is this, as Carlin points out, not all children are special. Notice how as we get closer to his truth it gets a little ugly? That's his shtick, though. I do, however, feel that all children are special because you do want to bless them with that possibility in life. Sometimes myth trumps reality, and should continue doing so. But, I do think that at some point people's specialness can be revoked. That is for another post, however.
Why did I drift off into this territory? Well, I wanted to say that these blanket dancers are special in that non-special way. You know, the same kind of special that makes a child want to feed the dog a whole box of Fig Newtons while in the car on a family vacation (ask me later). Without "speshul" people in the world, my abs would have no tone in them whatsoever--you know, from the laughing and the gaffawing and the "I can't breathe" I'm laughing so hard...glavin! The point is, I'm not down on stupid people as long as they can entertain me. I am not a misanthropic old codger like George Carlin, although he makes me laugh until one of my testicles comes dislodged and does that tether ball end-game wrap around my penis. How is that even possible?
So, in closing, everybody is special until proven not. I've had plenty of next door neighbors and fellow commuters become "not special". Do you get me on this?
3 years ago