Why write when I can link to linky goodness?
The Lady Gaga Fugue
Okay, I've only heard this song in its French Revolution spoof, but it has a hook that lodges in one's brain. Here, some enterprising musician has written a Bachesque counterpoint that sounds surprisingly authentic. The Youtube site has a link for downloading the score, so I know what I'll be practicing this month.
Existential Star Wars. French, with faux Sartre subtitles.
"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I exist, and I find it nauseating."
Jersey Shore, by Oscar Wilde. Again, something I've never seen, transmogrified into something I find hilarious.
That Mitchell and Webb Look: Posh Dancing.
Jane Austen never wrote this, especially not that naughty word.