Little Yale

In lieu of anything substantive, today I present you with photos from my photo album:

Little Yale, age 17 or so, in front of his mighty morphin' record collection

Little Yale as a high school graduate with his grandparents, soon to embark down a path of unholy debauchery and destruction

Little Yale at age 2 on the hood of his dad's Buick Skylark

Little Yale at age 10 or so. I'm really sorry you have to see so much of my garbage in those unfortunate shorts. I was so proud of those shorts back then-- wore 'em pert' near every day that summer.

Little Yale at age 18 with family. This is what passed for my longhair phase

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And I also present you with this tres bizarre nugget I recently came across on FilePile:

A Knight Rider Christmas

(or "The Night KITT Saved Christmas"). It's good for a kitsch yuk or two. It also reminds me how much of this type of shit there was in the 80s, and how obviously little effort went into it. I can't imagine that the people involved with this project spent more than an afternoon on the whole thing. Just fire up the Casio and cobble together some stupid lyrics and hit Record, print up some jackets with David Hasselhoff on the cover, and then watch the money roll in. See also "Mr T's Commandments."

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