The Lonely Island
I put Incredibad by The Lonely Island (Andy Samberg *swoon*) onto my iPod and have been listening to it non-stop, including while I was making pretzels (yes, I'm pretzel-obsessed) today. Just as I started making them, my parents got home from a walk at the dog park. My mom is in on The Lonely Island as she's seen a few of the videos, not because she's innately cool like that but because I've forced her to. My dad, however, probably thinks I'm referring to the movie Castaway when I talk about The Lonely Island. He steps in just as Natalie's Rap starts and my dad grunts at the vulgarity of the song, totally not getting the irony of Natalie Portman being a Harvard graduate, humanitarian, etc. As a result, he's been giving me weird looks all day, like he's trying to figure out why popular music these days revolves around boat rides and premature ejaculation.