Borklog: One entry

26 December 2004

How HampsterDance Stole my Soul. Plumbs the Lovecraftian horror that is HampsterDance. Those cheerful little gray hampsters, bouncing up and down in a chorus line. They moved with perfect synchonicity, up and down, up and down, like the pistons of some furry, chipmunk-cheeked machine. The power-walking-in-place hampsters, their eyes fixedly staring out in mute appeal as they pant and jiggle. The ones that didn't even dance, just twirled in an endless circle, beady eyes shut and stubby arms rapturously raised to the heavens. I've tried spinning in place like that. It's fun. You can also Blow Away some dancing ham[p]sters.