Still got it?

Today I was sitting in front of my computer taptaptapping when I became inexplicably sad.  After 10 minutes of looking at pups failed to cheer me up, I realized the problem-- It was Dance Party Friday, but the prospect of a Dance Party was so far off as to be impossible.  I estimate that 200 consecutive Fridays have gone without a proper Dance Party prefix.

We've gone soft under the pretenses of professionalism, education, adulthood, whatever.  You can blame dubstep, but when you get right down to it the only responsible parties are we who lack the impetus to invite a bunch of strangers over and flail around in their proximity.  And no, James, swing doesn't count.

But even in this time of darkness and obligations and joint pain, there's hope yet for the sacred brotherhood (seriously, no girls allowed) of Dance Party.  While we've all gotten fat and lame and normal, Channel 12 is still out there keeping it super weird at 5am when no one's watching.



So pump the bass and hide your valuables, because after 4 years of buildup something's likely to get knocked over.