Chad Vader, I wish I knew how to quit you.

I’m hopelessly conflicted over the self-sustaining nature of the Chad Vader phenomenon.

On one hand, each new installment, blog, vlog, YouTube video and other Web-flotsam related to Chad Vader is fresh and new and bizarre and just brings me such a smile, such a bright spot to my otherwise gray and mundane corporate existence. They are bright-hot spots of surreality in the maelstrom of normality that is my life.

But on the other hand, I absolutely understand how silly and pointless they are. And that – some day – they will cease to amuse and bedevil me so. And then where will I be?

But like all junkies, I simply don’t care. It’s funny stuff, at least to me, and I’ll stick with Chad until its relevancy has long since faded into memory.

Here’s Chad’s first foray into vlogging, in which he laments the current situation with – God help me – his girlfriend:

And, on a recent tip from my ever-like-minded pals at The Rec Show, here’s Chad singing a cover of – and now I really am welcoming the eternal kiss of my soul’s damnation – “Chocolate Rain”:

Someone…please help me. I think I might have a serious problem.