One of my favorite things about the internet is the preponderance of things that may or may not be a thing. This is definitely a thing. What type of thing, I cannot say.

• The dog-person in me loves the pooch’s reaction about 58 seconds in. He doesn’t know what’s happening either.
• The scholar in me wants to know who’s in the picture hanging from the door. That has to matter.
• The former music critic in me likes that it uses a track from an obscure British trance label.
• The globalist in me likes that that label is named for a backpackers’ beach in India.
• The Luddite in me loves the use of a banging ghetto-blaster for the music.
• The sartorialist in me likes the use of coordinated, not matching, outfits.
• The aesthete in me likes the balanced presentation: grandma downstage right, dance party upstage left.
• The Midwesterner in me likes that he brought grandma a beer.
• The absurdist in me loves the whole damn thing. And it is a thing. Certainly.