This seriously happened live on a news program in Brazil
ok, i’ll stop lurking, but just for a minute
in 1990, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles appeared on “The Oprah Winfrey Show” to promote their Pizza Hut album, “Coming Out of Their Shells.” My mom recorded it on a VHS tape for me, and labeled it “TURTLES ON OPRAH.” That VHS tape sat in my entertainment center for over a decade, before getting popped into a VCR one evening in high school when me and my friends were bored.
This is 43 minutes of nostalgic ’90s insanity. Oprah Winfrey, trying her hardest to wrangle an audience of 9 year olds that JUST want to see the Turtles fight — even though the Turtles keep telling them that they are done with violence. There are dance numbers, awkward questions, and a grown woman wearing a Turtles costume just sitting in the audience, unexplained.
As far as I know, no other copy of this exists. I have never found it online, and all I’ve seen on YouTube is a video of the final ten minutes, with a warped aspect ratio. I digitized this around 2003 to put on VCD’s for my friends. I just discovered the file. I just uploaded it to YouTube.
Everything has changed again.
So. If I
Do I win a prize?
Seriously though Oprah. Just let those turtles fight!
TBT, 1990. California dreamin’.
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
Oh my god we have a national championship to play for how I who oh fuck I love hockey so much
And now I’ve watched this like five times in a row, so reblogging should cleanse the palate of Midwestern provincialism.
You’ve Been Playing “Duck, Duck, Goose” Wrong Your Whole Life
BREAKING NEWS: Your childhood was probably a lie.
As a youth in Minnesota, I was a sometime-participant in a playground game called “Duck, Duck, Gray Duck.” In it, a group of child humans would sit in a circle while another circled round them, tapping his peers upon the head, pronouncing them various colors of duck (i.e. “purple duck, blue duck, orange duck,” etc.) before choosing his prey, whom he’d tap on the head before yelling, “GRAY DUCK!” This child would then jump up and attempt to tag the caller before he ran fully around the circle and took the seat where The Gray Duck had been seated. If she didn’t, she was “it,” the new caller.
Playing it in our home state, most of us had no idea how very alone we were in our version of this simple, stressful game. But many of us would grow up, and leave home, even if just temporarily, and it’s there (the Non-Minnesota areas) we’d happen upon a startling discovery. If this is the first time you’re hearing about it, I’m sorry.
The entire rest of the country is playing this game wrong.
They are playing some abomination version called “Duck, Duck, Goose.”
Truth. Click the link to read the full article.
Minnesota homerism tires me out nearly all of the time, but, yes, obviously Gray Duck is the superior version of this childhood game. The best part was going off the board with fuchsia duck, cerulean duck, striped duck, etc. Guess who had a Crayola Big Box as a youth?