I love how people are complaining about a lack of originality and still give 5 stars to the played out Harry Potter s-h-i-t fest. Judge each YTMND on its own merits. This is obviously far better than Keaton’s god-awful remix—which is lacking any semblance of rhythm or tone—and pales in comparison to this very enjoyable remix.

The final admission that YTMND of yesteryear is forever gone; this is a pathetic attempt of trying to resurrect what YTMND once was, and a pitiful display of resurfacing a joke because the creative juices are utterly sapped. This is tantamount to your grandpa telling you about how great he used to be. We can only feel sorry for the man whose life has long been over. Mere memories only remain as to what he once was. R.I.P. YTMND.

“If you imagine, in so far as it is approximately possible, the sum total of distress, pain and suffering of every kind which the sun shines upon in its course, you will have to admit it would have been much better if the sun had been able to call up the phenomenon of life as little on the earth as on the moon; and if, here as there, the surface were still in a crystalline condition.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

There he found himself—in the shadow of an intellectual giant; whether or not his popularity was merited it couldn’t be denied—Schopenhauer was caught up in the whirlwind that was Hegel and cast asunder. Only a few men of his time had the good fortune of stumbling upon him as does the man who trips over his shoelaces only to look up and notice the oft neglected sunset whose beauty takes a grip of his soul. Yet, his unflinching attitude towards life takes us aback. This is why they call him a pessimist:

Sigur Rós? Check. Bill Murray? Check. Put them together = Yes . . . YESH!