Everybody Dance ... How?

I had just come from somewhere in the base, coffee still in hand, when I heard "You know what? Hold on a moment ... I'm going to go get Michael ..." 

Then there was a loud cheering.

Clark came up to me. "Your turn. Go talk to the group outside."

"What? Who is it?" I asked.

"Just go. You'll see," Clark urged. He waited behind me a short distance, for what I hadn't a clue.

I went and opened the door. Cheering assaulted me and I jumped back a step. I swore I saw a few people in the background get thrown up in the air cheerleader style.

"HI, MICHAEL ... !!!"

Just like Clark, I took in the raucous greeting a bit unsettlingly. "Um ... hi?"

"We're The Unbelievable Dance Crew! And we're here because you're our heroes and you need a signature dance!"

I stepped back behind the door and looked over my shoulder at Clark. He floofed his hand at me in a "go on, talk to them" sort of gesture. I returned to the cacophony of cheering and greetings.

"'The Unbelievable Dance Crew' you say?"

"YES!!!" they shouted back at me.

"Unbelievable" I responded. 

"YES!!!" they shouted again. "We just think it would be awesome if 'The Unbelievable' was a dance that people could do in clubs and at weddings and other social occasions where people dance!"

"Truly unbelievable ..." I said again, under my breath. But, apparently, not quietly enough.

"YES!" claimed one person.

"Imagine it!" stated another emphatically.

"It would be awesome sauce!" cheered a third.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY ... !!!" all of them screamed in unison.

I stepped back, closed the door slightly and turned again to Clark. "Why are you encouraging this?!?"

"Oh, let'em have their fun! They're just enthusiastic and they dig us. Where's the harm? Besides ... they're even willing to incorporate robotic moves in whatever they do ..."

I grumbled and reopened the door. A troupe of 7 of them had initiated a costume change. My jaw dropped:

"Uhm ... you know what? Let me get Jeff. I'll be right back ..."

I closed the door, turned on my heel and scowled at Clark (he appeared to be enjoying my reactions) as I marched down the hall to find Jeff.

"Robotic! Moves!" Clark called after me as I disappeared around a corner ...

Twerking: Hardly The New Dance Craze

I don't know what all the hoopla is about.

"Michaeling" has been going on for years. A lot longer than you can imagine. Decades in fact. There's even concrete proof of such ...

Old wood prints show proof of what I speak ...

Undated wood stamp: Some of the first evidence of "Michaeling".
As you can see, the event used to be a very formal affair ...

And let's get something straight: "Michaeling" is not some sort of fad-like "conga-wannabee." As a matter of fact my version of a "conga line" is a bit different from everyone else's. Don't get the two confused ...

"Michaeling" has even made the grade in popular culture as shown below in an episode of Futurama ...

Even everyone's favorite icon Barbie and Company have gotten in on the fun ...

Even the disabled can get into "Michaeling"

And you can best believe the ladies dig it, too.

Well ... Hello, Ladies ... !!!
(Black out bar "imposed because you never know if there are young readers out there.
Unclothed dolls are one thing, live ladies something all together different.)

"Twerking" ... ??? Nah. It ain't got nuthin' on "Clarking" ... or "Jeffing" ... or "Michaeling" even.

But don't worry. Things like "twerking" have the tendency to work themselves through the system and then get lost in the shuffle. Before you know it, you won't even remember what all the ruckus was about. 

("Mylie who?" you'll soon wonder ...)