Matthew Harding and Google's very own Melissa Nixon are back with this year's installment of Where the hell is Matt?.
There's a nice little piece from the Huffington Post too:
When something comes along that's unabashedly goofy, it feels like someone opened up a window and let the breeze in. This isn't to say that Dancing doesn't have its few small grace notes - you'll know 'em when you see 'em - but they're so offhand and relaxed, so utterly in tune with the giddy spirit of the piece, that they sweep you right along. It's a funky little surprise, ingenuous and sweet-tempered and utterly original. See if you don't agree.