cartoon all stars to the rescue, part 2: world’s most oblivious parents
| written by eric on 08/31/06 | leave a comment |
video: cartoon all-stars to the rescue, a saturday morning cartoon crossover against drugs.
and now we begin the boring section of “cartoon all stars to the rescue.” why is it boring? because no cartoons are interacting with each other! even when i was a 7 years old, i realized that they dropped the ball on potential awesome wise-cracks, by not putting michelangelo and bugs bunny together. and i didn’t even know what “dropped the ball” meant yet!
black and white?! are you kidding me. this must be george and barabara’s fault. they’re like your not-fun grandparents; they don’t know what fun is.
oh, and i could never stand miss piggy; she was always all over kermit. can’t you see he’s trying to take a trip through cerebral madness — leave the guy alone for a minute!
finally, michelangelo didn’t show up till the 13 minute mark. about friggin’ time! if i was the producer of “cartoon all stars to the rescue,” you know when i would have michelangelo show up? 3 hours ago - when i was watching 3 hours of “ninja turtles”!
filed under crossovers, tv kids shows: 80's, uncategorized
can you sing the “connect four” theme too many times?
| written by geoffrey on 08/31/06 | leave a comment |
commercials used to have jingles, and commercials for kids had the most psychotically catchy jingles of all. people who have seen ads for pizza bagels and “my buddy” know exactly what i’m talking about. either the jingles were designed by evil scientists who knew the exact formula for infiltrating a child’s mind via song (very likely), or we were just more impressionable in those years (very unlikely - we were all geniuses as children). it doesn’t matter — these songs continue to kick my ass, decades after they originally aired.
one jingle has sunk deeper into my brain than any other, though, and that is the song for the game “connect four.” i don’t think i’ve actually ever played a game of connect four. however, because i’ve sung or hummed this song so many times to myself, i feel like i’m a “connect four” pro tour campion, and that i’m so good, the pieces come to life in a hilarious way.
there’s no getting rid of that song in my head. like the game piece says, “forget it, you’re stuck.” how right you are, game piece. sure, it might be a “good time for the great taste of McDonalds,” and yes, you can play “Putt-Putt for the fun of it,” but those things require leaving the house. if you’re in front of the tv subconsciously memorizing commercials, you’re being lazy, so you’re gonna do something that doesn’t require getting a dumb adult to drive their stupid car.
so i went for the glory, and i went for the score. of course, i never really did, but god dammit, i might as well have.
filed under commercials, toys
dennis nedry couldn’t smuggle shit out of a triceratops ass
| written by dave on 08/31/06 | leave a comment |
“i’m so sick of these muthah-fuckin’ nedrys on my muthah-fuckin’ screen!”
what? too soon? okay, well, while we’re all healing from the box office sinking of the s.s. s.o.a.p., let’s think back to happier times when sam jackson fighting reptiles made lots of money.
dennis nedry, god love him, is too fat to be anything but a comic villain. no matter how hard he tried, or how awesome he was at programming and pissing off john hammond, he was doomed by virtue of obesity. really, he’s the tragic figure of jurassic park. pay close attention to the following clip.
for godsakes, when nedry slips and falls down the waterfall, there’s a goddamn slide whistle noise! listen closely — it’s there. how can anyone succeed in life when they’re followed around by comical sound effects?! not to mention the fact that you never wanna be the guy whose toy was designed with two detachable arms. that’s not a way to get ahead in life.
so raise a glass to dennis nedry, ’cause, if america keeps getting fatter and cockier, we’ll soon be the dennis nedry of the world, stealing the embryos of freedom.
or something like that.
p.s. what the shit happened with that can of embryos that spielberg goes out of his way to pan down to in a fore-shadowing manner as nedry’s dying? if that’s not addressed in jurassic park 4, i’m going to write a snide and smarmy letter to steven “the hack” spielberg and give him what-for…
filed under movies: 90's, sci-fi
geraldo rivera is my edward r. murrow
| written by ryan on 08/31/06 | leave a comment |
the one year anniversary commemoration of hurricane katrina has served to remind me of a very important fact - geraldo rivera is the greatest journalist in the history of the world. a year ago, geraldo reported live from new orleans for fox news. if you missed geraldo’s coverage of katrina’s aftermath, do yourself a favor- take a saturday drive down to the museum of television and radio in beverly hills, search their extensive database for the keywords: “geraldo, hurricane, baby, crying”, take a seat in one of the facility’s plush viewing stations, and watch america’s preeminent newsman do his motherf—ing job.the true “golden age” of geraldo’s decades-long mastering and commandeering of the television medium was actually late 1980s. in 1988, there were no fewer than two geraldo rivera specials that towered above the rest of the decade’s investigative journalism:
1) on october 25th 1988, geraldo hosted a 2-hour primetime special about devil worship in america that permanently scarred my psyche. the show was emblematic of ‘80s “satanic panic”, encompassing (and connecting) everything from ritual human sacrifice to ozzy osborne concerts. geraldo kept warning the audience throughout the special that children should not be watching, but somehow, my parents let me see the entire show. nice going, mom and dad. the only concrete fact i still remember from the two-hour show was that one of the church of satan bigwigs was pretty good friends with sammy davis jr. this created a really uncomfortable association between sammy davis jr. and satan in my mind. that association lasted through my adolescence until i learned to appreciate sammy’s incomparable (and totally non-satanic) singing and dancing talent as a teenager. plus, i’ve since hypothesized that sammy was probably friends with satanists just to meet some loose goth chicks and maybe get some freaky orgy action.
2) on november 3rd 1988, geraldo taped an episode of his syndicated show about another sinister set of americans-skinheads. but this time, geraldo got a piece of the action, geraldo-style. this show was notable because someone threw a chair at geraldo and broke his nose. then, geraldo beat up on one of the white supremacists. “cool-headed objectivity be damned!” should be the company motto at geraldo co. the only other journalist to act this much like charles bronson in deathwish is the late david brinkley, who, upon the occasion of his retirement, was asked if he would have liked to have interviewed adolf hitler. without missing a beat, brinkley replied: “no. i would have liked to have shot him.”
anyway, nearly twenty years later, geraldo is still gloating over beating up the racist skinhead. because if there’s anything geraldo hates more than a skinhead, it’s a racist skinhead:
And just in case you haven’t seen the Katrina clip, here it is:
filed under horror
mr. t ate my balls and won my heart
| written by geoffrey on 08/31/06 | 1 comment |
i was once a fool to be pittied.
it’s true. you see, i should have jumped on the “ate my balls” fad when i had the chance. originally i thought, “why is this funny? it’s really poorly done. mr. t isn’t funny anymore.”
well, that idiot-me from the past was an idiot. mr. t is always funny as a reference. he’s the gold-chained gift that, somehow, keeps on giving. more importantly, “ate my balls” was pretty much the first major viral internet comedy-thing. before all your base and yatta, there were people across the country photoshopping word bubbles onto pictures, and putting the word balls in there somewhere.
yes, hindsight is 20/20. and yes, “ate my balls” does not really hold up like the star wars kid or more cowbell (i’m as likely to buy a “more cowbell” t-shirts now than when the sketch first aired). but it would be like an archeologist looking at cave drawings and going, “what’s the point? why are they doing this? they should take some art lessons — zing!” well, the zing is on you, archeologist metaphore version of me. because people are making sucky things all the time now, as sucky as “ate your balls,” and they’re catching on like crazy. and you sit at home with your sadness as company.
so, as much as i hate lonelygirl15, at least now i understand why she’s important. she should eat my balls, however.
filed under strange internet
crossover: frasier crane from cheers crosses over into “frasier”
| written by rob on 08/31/06 | 1 comment |
i’ll never forget that chilly evening back in september of ’93, where something truly mindblowing happened: fraiser crane, from the show cheers, unexpectedly crossed over to a totally different show, called frasier.
somehow, he became the focal-point of this show’s universe from the moment he arrived. he instantly had a lush apartment, a great radio job and a whole lineup of new friends. i was shocked that kelsey grammer’s character frasier managed to be the center of the first episode! typically in a pilot, the writers concern themselves with setting tone and introducing us to the cast. but not these writers! they were more than willing to deviate from typical pilot protocol so that “frasier crane” could appear in the first episode of “frasier.”
here’s the strange part: he stayed beyond the one episode! he remained and crossed over in hundreds of episodes spanning eleven years! it didn’t matter that he had a son, successful practice and loyal friends in boston, the writers of “frasier” somehow justified a way for frasier to remain a reoccurring cross over in the show “frasier.”
in fact, fans of tv crossovers will be stunned to note that kelsey grammer crossed over on every single episode of the show “frasier.” that’s why people everywhere call him, “the ultimate #1 tv show character ever”.
filed under crossovers, tv comedies: 80's, tv comedy: 90s










