What happens when a piece of parody outlasts the thing it was meant to parody? Does it exist in a cultural (and some would even say, spiritual) void, where it represents nothing and has no meaning, because the meaning originally ascribed to it has withered away and, by its very nature, no new meaning can grow in its place? Does it show itself, because it lasted longer than the thing it originally parodied, to have greater meaning than originally thought, a core of significance unrecognized when it was first created? Or does it explode?
I don't know the answers to these questions, because I am merely a blogger who is trying to create a smart-sounding reason to post an absolutely ass-mazing (that is "asinine" + "amazing") Primus video from 1995.
(To jog your memory/ if you were born after 1989, these are the commercials this video is parodying:
I learned this morning both that the family in these ads are called "the Puttermans," and that the commercials were directed by Barry Sonnenfeld)