Funny, You Don't Look A Hundred

Not too terribly long ago, I posted on here that my little Instagram clips of Fake Sean Connery had reached fifty installments (I don't quite dare call them episodes).  It was a little game I came up with where Fake Sean would quote a popular song, and those in the comments could try to guess it.

Well, nobody gave a Yeti's bunion about my little enterprise, but I enjoyed it so much, I just kept doing it, vowing to go to a hundred videos, come high or hell water.  And now, here we are, with a hundred of them*, and I wanted to commemorate it on here.

It could always be worse.

And, like I did before, I thought it would be fun** to count the number of songs by each decade, just to see how many Eighties songs I shoved in there.  There will always be more from the Eighties than any other decade, you understand.***

1800s: 1

1920s: 1

1940s: 1

1950s: 2

1960s: 9

1970s: 13

1980s: 39

1990s: 12

2000s: 8

2010s: 5

2020s: 9

Unfortunately, I discovered two doubles this time--"I Don't Like Mondays" was the 63rd video and the one I thought I was saving until 100th (whoops).  Worse, I noted that "Mad World" by Tears For Fears was both the 49th and 97th song presented, but instead of deleting it as I did "Mondays," I figured that one could be the Tears For Fears version (80s) and one the Gary Jules version (00s).

And now that I've reached the landmark one hundredth segment, should I stop?  

Oh, it's a rhetorical question.  I'm not stopping.  Try to stop me if you want to.  I checked and I still have seventeen songs recorded during my various trips to the cabin I've not yet used.  At the rate I've been putting them out, I should be able to start on new ones once the snow melts again in the spring.  Oh joy.

*Though I did substitute Fake Michael Caine twice the week of Christmas.  It's an impression that's not nearly as good as my Connery, but since no one was watching . . .

**Fun not guaranteed.  Consult your physician if fun becomes excessive or swollen.

***I recently saw a YouTube rant about a woman--middle-aged and nearly as pleasant as that tool who replaced Tucker Carlson on Fox News--complaining about having suffered through the Eighties once already, why would she ever want to listen to Eighties music now?  I quickly turned the video off, lest it give me AIDS.