When I met Guido in 1986, he had an audio cassette that he played often. It contained, among other music, a series of strange cuts from Yellow Magic Orchestra ("Japanese Gentlemen, Stand Up Please!"), followed by "Da Da Da" by Trio. Hearing it always put me in the mind of the "Da Da Da" music video which I had seen years earlier as between-movie filler on Wometco Home Theater in Brooklyn. It was a strange video: just a kooky Euro-old-old-man-barroom scene (not unlike that Cafe Noelle bar in Amsterdam where Oakley had them play "Der Vlieger" for us) but the visual always stuck with me. And I haven't seen it since those dark days of early adolescence (and over-the-air pay-TV). Haven't seen it until tonight, that is, when I found a clip of it online. Yup, just as strangely entertaining, even some 22-or-more years hence.

But not quite as entertaining as Mojo Jojo, who stood over me earlier this evening with his toy horse (you know, the traditional horsehead-on-a-stick toy of yore). He held it over me with the horsehead turned away from me and uttered: "Poop, poop poop."

Yup, he thought that was pretty funny. Maniac.