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Scary Maybe, But Here You Go

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dive said…
Arrgh!
I can't get this to load, though it's probably just as well …

Have YouTube upgraded their blog support to include Beta yet? And if not, why not? There's a clip I've been wanting to post for weeks, but being on Beta, it wouldn't work.
I'll try again when I get home.
10:04 AM
Scout said…
I don't think youtube has upgraded yet, but to the right of each video is an "embed" spot with the html stuff. You can copy and paste using that, and it usually works.

Here's the url for this treat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9Xm5ctGplE
10:07 AM
Anonymous said…
scary maybe??

more like most definitely. why is that a creepy looking old guy, when added to something simple and enjoyable, like a cup of coffee, equals "things that make you go ewwww".

oh wait, did I just sum up old knudson, or what? ha ha.
10:53 AM
dive said…
Thanks for the tip, Robyn.
The clip works perfectly at home; the office servers must have a "good taste" filter stopping it getting through.

And hey, Adair! What's wrong with creepy looking old guys? Other than old K, of course …
2:31 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Nightmares. Nightmares. That guy licking his chops is going to give me nightmares.

I thought I had posted this already. Hmmm...
2:36 PM
Scout said…
He is a little nightmarish, I guess. I wonder what was going through his head when he was filming this--was there no one there to tell him that it was creepy?

I'm not sure what's been going on with blogspot the last couple of days, but some of my comments have been disappearing too.

Poor Old Knudson gets no respect.
4:06 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
The stain on the bottom of the first cup is really disturbing. I swear the man is really drinking blood.
6:26 PM
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