Doomed to Repeat

So I’m at the gym this morning, getting ready for a good, long hill ride on the recumbent cycle (as is my wont on Thursdays), and the following comes on the television:

Yeah. I know.

I KNOW.

The first thing that came to mind (once I composed myself) — well, OK, the second thing — was the uncanny coincidence connecting this fine (ehem) product/advertisement to a sort of blast (hurhur) from the past:

I KNOW, right?

And I wonder: did the producers of the former know about the latter? If they did, was their choice of product name deliberate?

Much that is *bleeping* hilarious hangs on knowing this.

About L. M. Bernhardt

Deaccessioned philosopher. Occasional Musician. Academic librarian, in original dust jacket. Working to keep my dogs in the lavish manner to which they have become accustomed.
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