As I was checking my emails this morning, a friend had sent me a video to some other site’s “hilarious parody” of Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” and I didn’t watch because I’ve already watched at least 20 other parodies of that song and they’re all awful. Someone else sent me a copy of an email from a local business that is organizing a Harlem Shake video for this weekend, despite the fact that the meme is deader than planking on top of Gangnam Style’s grave.
But people have never let a thing like irrelevance stand in the way of trying to breathe another gasp of air into the exhausted lungs of something that people momentarily found amusing. For example, as Brandon pointed out to me, Glee performed the Harlem Shake three times… THIS WEEK. So I’m hoping that the performance turned in by the foursome above is enough of a sign from the gods that when a meme is dead, it’s dead.
And I’m only bringing this up, because there are still sports teams doing Gangnam Style, and I’m sure some hipsters are still owling ironically. Enough with the Harlem Shake, everyone. Or God will set you on fire.

When I was in high school, our basketball games and assemblies began with our principal delivering a dry speech about school spirit and sportsmanship, followed by our sub-par cheerleaders making vague “woo” gestures while a bunch of gangly jerks tried to dribble from the entrance to center-court without losing it or hurting themselves. In Florida, high school basketball games begin with TRAMPOLINE DUNKS OVER FIRE. Because Florida.
The headline “soccer fans throw firecracker at soccer player” would seem pretty normal at this point. Somebody is upset about something, they throw fire. I watch pro wrestling, I know how it goes. This clip remains unusual based on the fact that Dinamo Bucharest’s own fans tossed fire at one of their players, and that he completely ignored it and nobody stopped playing. Baseball stops if someone feels a light drizzle. Soccer continues DESPITE FIRE. I’m starting to see why people like this game so much.
These things are called “V8 Supercars,” and they’re sort of like the Australian version of NASCAR, only they aren’t piloted by Larry the Driving Guy and can turn both left and right. What you see here, specifically, is an exploding V8 Supercar and an Australian guy trying to escape a bunch of fire without dying. I guess “resistance to fire” isn’t one of your Supercar’s super powers. The last time I saw a car explode like that it had my beautiful teenage Italian bride inside.