It must be '80s week

OK. It's not the scene and it is the actual video. But admit it: you totally get chills every time Ren saves Willard from that evil bastard Chuck.

Why with The Footloose? Because it's on the VH1 Classic tonight. Why are we watching? Because we can kick sweet dance moves when need be and we secretly wanted to be as cool as Ren McCormick back in the day.

And now on a very special Tootie the Tattler...

That's right, Mrs. G. We could ring their necks, too. Selling that garbage to kids. No need to give Natalie a case of the munchies. What. Wait. What did we say? Oh. Our bad.

(Thanks, MK).

And now we feel bad

From the Courier-News: One person was declared dead at the scene of an accident on northbound Interstate 287 in Bedminster shortly after 7:30 p.m., state police said.

The driver who died was not identified by police. At press time Tuesday, many details were not known about the accident at mile marker 20, south of the ramp for eastbound Interstate 78, where Interstate 287 splits.

So sorry to those of you we expletive-texted from about 9:45 to 10:45 last night, as essentially seven lanes of northbound traffic merged into two. We were 15 minutes from home, still bloody from a headfirst slide, and very, very tired.

We were also very, very alive, so, um, maybe we should think on that for awhile.

It can't be a metaphor

So in our dream last night, the overhead, old-school microphone kept going, um, limp. It wouldn't stay in place, and although our voice was butter, the microphone kept moving away from us. The band had to stop midway through the first song, and it took forever to get the microphone to just be a microphone.

Then we rocked out to much applause, but still. We used to have nightmares about not getting on stage, and now when we have dreams complete with *needing* to be up there, well, the microphone goes all limp bizkit.

HEY! Remember the Limp Bizkit? You totally rocked out to "Nookie." Don't deny it.

And here's why always with the Conchords.