Thursday, June 30, 2005
She's younger than he is.
She's American, as his last few female friends have come from out of the country.
She's a wee bit taller than him.
Once again, another Hollywood couple. I could really care less, either. The only thing I know about Katie Holmes is that she was in Savannah in 2001 to film "The Gift" and I heard some stuff about her. That's it. As for Tommy boy, if that's what he wants and he's that happy to be getting some, then climb on a couch. I know if I finally found a good woman, I'd shout out loud, too. This is Tom Cruise, though. He could have any woman he wants with that grin of his and telling a lady, "You had me at hello". Katie must be doin' something special in the kitchen, if you know what I mean.
Either that, or she's under contract.
That's all I gotta say about that.
The Mexican government is under fire for releasing this commemorative stamp featuring one of their beloved cartoon characters, Memin Pinguin. The White House has already sent out a statement saying, "Condoleeza saw that. You are sooo never getting over the border now. We don't even know you any more. Don't even talk to us in the halls, 'cause all you're gonna get is the shoulder."
Actually, our government has blasted Mexico for the stamps. I don't know about you, but the last time I looked in the mirror, I never looked like that. It's cool though, because I know better. It they still have toon stars like that South of the Border, let them be. I mean, I miss Speedy Gonzalez myself and I know that that ain't really a Mexican. He's a mouse. As for Slow- Poke Rodriegez however, maaan....
I KEED! I KEED!
There ain't JACK going on out there. The blogs are are all still up and runnin'; all my fave sites are still there. I have to sit down after my date tomorrow night and really check things out.
That's right... I SAID "DATE". D...A...T...E. With a woman. Maybe being offline was a good thing, eh?
I'll come up with a meme soon. You'll see. Things will be back to normal real quick, I'll betcha.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I mean, there's guys like me who have to go away for a bit and my writing sucks. You don't even take the time out to actually write a damn thing! You're just doin'' it so you can tedll you high faluttin' pals at the4 club, "Hey, I got me one of them blogs, too! I'm gonna gwet me a book deal from it, then get on a talk show, then get a reality show! I'm gonna be a star!" Then, when you realize that no one's reading the dang thing after only TWO POSTS, you say screw it and go back to eatin' yer Cheeto's and watchin' yer Fear Factor, not givin' a dang to that piice of whiney pap you call "a blog". Bollocks to ya. Bollocks to all of ya wusses for not compleatin' a dang thing in your life.
That's right. I'm back and with a vengance. Thank God for wireless networks and neighbors. I'm tired of not being able to update you daily and talk about, well, stuff. I mean, I missed the whole Jacko thing, the Runaway Bride interview, Tom and Katie, just plain junk. That's what we do here at the RSJS (that is really growing on me and so should you). We talk about ordinary stuff and just try to have some fun here. Honestly, doesn't real life just get you down with all it's depressing stuff. Don't you just wanna laugh about life once in awhile. After all, if you take it too serioiusly, you become ordinary. Who wants that, really?
For those of you who don't know me or have never come here before, I'll give you some bullet points...
My full name is Samuel Marquieth Johnson. I'm 39 years old and live in Savannah, Georgia. I'm divorced after 15 years of bliss with no kids.
I've been in radio since 1983 and I currently work at WEAS FM here in town, Sundays from noon to four.
My hobbies are old time radio and comic books. My favorite superrhero is Superman.
I have a crush on Lynda Carter. Toni Braxton is creeping up close, since she now knows that she will be my future ex-wife.
For the first time since being married, I now live alone in a two story carridge house I call "Milestone". I live alone now after fear of being alone. I overcame that.
I have End Stage Renal Failure, meaning that I have only 30% of BOTH kidneys working. I go to dialyisis three times a week for four and a half hours every time. I am currently doing some fund raising.
If I lose everything else, I know that I have good friends, online and off.
Oh, yeah...I am a twisted young man who takes the name of Samuel Johnson and does his best to live up to it. After all, with great names comes great responsibility.
So there you go...ME. It's not special or anything, but I'm pretty happy with the way it's gone so far. I'm still alive and I can still come back here everyday and just talk about...stuff. Hopefully, you'll come back here everyday or every other day (I'm not picky, but you could stop on in say "hello" once in awhile", maybe have some coffee and a bagel...I picked them up today. You should eat once in a blue moon, you know) to have a laugh, click a link, meet new friends. That's all I wanted to do once I started on this blog. Make new friends and just talk about...stuff. I'm gonna keep it up for as long as I can. I hope you'll keep up and stick around. I promise there's a lot more to come in our third year of silliness.
Stuff happens after all...
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Yesterday was WEAS FM's annual Jamzfest, featuring a bevy of acts from hip hop and R&B and I would be one of the presenters of the show. However, due to the fact that we had bad weather all that day, plus coipled withthe fact that it was held at an outside stadium, it was postponed for a later date. We sold loads of tickets, but we told folks that
we will honor them for the future show. Personally, I was hurt for the fact that I wouldn't be able to introduce the headliner, Toni Braxton.
For those of you who don't know who she is, let me say that she is a fantastic singer, with such hits as "Breath Again", "Love Should Have Brought You Home Last Night", "Makin' Me High", and her newest hit, "Breathe" She is one fine woman who also wore a dress at the Grammys one year after J-Lo that put La Lopez's clothes to shame. She is also my future ex-wife. I've been saying that on the air ever since I found out that she'll be performing here and I'll stick to it. I say that because if she were to ever marry me, she would snap out of her stupor when she realizes that she got hitched to a dofus and drop me like a hot potato.
Anyway, I would go back to the radio station to do my show that day to tell everyone that she show will go on, but at a later time and that Toni will be there. Loads of calls came in from folks about it, some good and bad. I was getting worn out from the whole thing when my boss, Sam Nel buzzed the hot line. He wasletting me know that Miss Braxton will be calling the station and talking to me LIVE. Don't hold me to this, but I think my reaction to him was, "What the hell am I talking to you for? Get offa my phone so I can talk to my boo!"
No more than 30 seconds later, I get the call from her publicist saying that Toni was on the line for me and soon I was talking to one of music's hottest women. We talked about the show being postponed due to rain, but she was cool with it as she promised on ar that she will be back next month. We also joked about how she was my future ex-wife and she got a kick out it. But, I did tell her that I want to be the one to walk her out to the stage. Toni said she's hold me to that, which made me swoon. Yes folks . It's gonna be Toni and Sammy together again for the first time.
I don't know if it's a big deal when you meet folks in the public eye to you. Some folks treat it like it's an event. Some treat it like it's no big thing. In radio after a bit, I kinda take it as it goes now. But, the last time it happened like this for me was when I got to talk to Carly Simon for a bit and that was 1986. So, when I get to talk to stars who are smokin' hot, it's a rare treat. Hell, anything is better than sitting in a musty hotel room with Dee Snider.
I hope to have a podcast of the Toni interview up soon. Audioblogger is still trippin' and I'm hating the fact that I can't post a single thing as immediate as this. Patience, faithful reader. It's all coming together soon. Oh, and before I go, let me thank all of you who've stuck around during this period. We're only two days away from the RSJS's second anni-versary and we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. So, if I don't get the opportunity to do this on June 29th, thank you all so much for being there and keepping this place alive. You guys are the family I don't have, which means that we're dysfuntional, but we care about each other and that's good enough for me. See ya soon. Love ya, mean it!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
I still have my problems, though. It's a constant with me, as we all know. While I may be able to do the podcasts from my cell phone at home, I can't get a signal to save my life due to the fact that my place is made primarily of brick, particularly gravestone, in or around the early 20th century. Yes, my place is old, and I can't make any calls out of it, seperating me from humanity more than ever. Ahh, my life. Joseph Heller would be glad that his book still holds true.
I'll talk to you soon. As soon as I get a good lock on a tower.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Do you ever do that? Just call up a person and say "howdy" because you were just thinking about them? Sure, it could be someone you haven't talked to in a bit, or you just wanted to hear a friendly voice on the other line and see if life doing well with them. You should do that once in awhile, ya know. It gives you that feeling that humanity isn't as flawed as some may think. I know...It's my wide eyed optimism. But, I like that mankind would be better off if you just walk up to person and just say "hi" with a smile. It could make the other guy feel better about things and that somebody was at least nice enough to greet them. Simple, really.
Oh, yeah...Happy Father's Day to you dads out there, too. Here's hoping you got that wide screen TV instead of that cruddy tie from Target this year. I'll talk to you soon.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Anyways, since I don't have the ol' WWW at home, I'm forced to go to other places to check mail, read other blogs, whatever. You know, ten years ago, it wasn't like this. I can't fathom that in 1995, the world wasn't that much logged to the web, but now we're stuck with it. It has become as much a necessity as that we have to watch television. We have to drive to work. We have to brush our teeth. We're hooked. Suckers.
I am so hating life right now because I don't have my broadbrand. I'm like a lot of other folks who really can't or don't want to go out, and would rather spend time in the comforts of home Googling for dumb things like how to make a nice Warm Apple Betty or seeking the classic films of Regis Toomey. They're comfortable that way and I'm kind of the same way. Because of that however, I am still single and haven't dated in forever because I'm trying to find Regis Toomey flicks. So, this could a good thing that I don't have it set up yet. I hate to tell you all this, but I AM a guy ( and straight as well). You may not want to hear this either, but it's been a VERY LONG, DRY SPELL IN THE DESERT for The Kid and I gotta hit an oasis...SOON.
I blame all of this on Al Gore for "inventing" the web. He has killed my manhood. And, he still didn't elected. Punk.
See ya Sunday.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I guess you're wondering about my birthday. Well, I have a good time at the baseball game. Yes, the fisrst pitch was refreshing. I suppose it's every guy's dream to throw out a pitch on a major league mound. OK, it was minor league. But not many guys get the opportunity and I had mine. I hope that the Sandgnats get a photo up online soon. I'll try and have one up soon myself.
I also got to se alot of friends and family there, too. My nephew Landy brought his son out, weho happens to be a big baseball fan. He actually surprized me with his knolegde of the game, evern at trhe age of eight. That was nice to know that the game will never die when you've got kids around to keep it alive. God, there so many kids there, baseball will be around forever. Thank Jesus they can get away from the XBox for this.
After awhile I sat with Tina, who asked me what my plans were after the game.
"I was planning on taking myself out for a steak dinner to celebrate my birthday."
"Oh, are you going with anyone", she asked.
"No. I just planned on just going for the steak. Nobody else, unfortunatly", I said.
"Well, would you like me and Jeff to come with you?"
"I don't want to inconvieniance you two", I said. Then, I thought about it. I don't want to be alone today. "Yes. Yes, can you come, please?"
We planned on meeting at Logan's Roadhouse around tem p.m., after Jeff got settled from announcing the game. I got there around ten-fifteen. Logan's closed at ten. So much for the dinner.
I called Tina and let her know what was going on and drove across the street to Applebee's. Tina called me as soon as I got there and asked if she still wanted to meet up. I told her that it would be too late for them to get over there and that Applebee's would be closing by the time they got over there. I said, sadly, that I would be fine and that we'll have other times. I then sat down to the WORST FRIGGIN' STEAK in the world. I asked for medium on my mesquite BBQ steak and it came well and chewy. My tea tasted like it came from a can and I was just disgusted with life at that point. I left a small but decent tip, told the waitress I hated the steak, but it's my birthday and I'll live with it. I hate chain store food.
I then drove over to the movie theater and had the only other pure joy of the night. Batman Begins is one of the best films of the year. Christian Bale makes you forget about everyother Dark Knigt you've ever seen and owns the role. He's about as menacing as a man in a black winged suit should be. As for Micheal Cane, he's wonderful as Alfred. Not shooting out one liners like the predecessors, he comes about as an honest man who actually cares about Master Bruce, hoping that his first outing won't lead to anything morre dangerous. The rest of the cast was very good themselves, including Morgan Freeman in a Q-like role and Gary Oldman as a young Jim Gordon, realizing that he now has possibly the only honest person in Gotham on his side.
I can't wait to see them all in the sequels, as this is is a dream ensemble for any director. Worth seeing twice.
I think I'm done for now. I may not make it back here for a couple of days. I'm working hard to get my cable back on, as I'm getting bored out my skull watching local TV and not having my PC's up and running like I should. So, I'm gonna be busting my hump this weekend trying to get the rest of the other bills paid to pay for the transfer of my stupid cable (Comcast is like that). I also realized how terribly lonely I was tonight at the movies, so I'm going to start female hunting, as well. THAT OUTTGHA BE FUN. To all of you that wished me a happy birthday, thanks you and bless you all. It really meant alot to me, considering it all.
Time to use the stealth mode again and get outta here before the morning show walks in. He would hate to see me right now and vice versa. See you soon!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
How do I plan on celebrating my day? I got it planned out. First, I'm gonna get out bed. WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT. Then, after a wonderful breakfast, or lunch, depanding on when I get up, I'll head off to the store and buy myself something stupid. Maybe a new coffee maker, or a tie, since it's near Father's Day and I've never really experienced that day up close. Afterwards, I'll go to some of my friends's jobs and show off my age and the fact that I'm off that day and they aren't. Then, it's off to change clothes and get ready for baseball as I get ready to throw throw the first pitch for the Savannah Sand Gnats. I mean, is that a cool present or what (Thanks, Jeff and Tina!)? Then, after having a good steak dinner at a fancy restaurant, I'll wrap it up with the midnight premiere of "Batman Begins". Now, most folks on their special day would just just sit around the ordinary ol' cake and ice cream. I'm gonna have me some fun that day. Not me. I think your birthday should be called "Act A ool"day, becasue that's what I'm gonna do. I'm not sure if Trump is planning on doing the same thing, but I'll call him and find out.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
The whole "aging gracefully" thing seems to be working mfor me so far. I'm told that I still pass for a guy in his late twenties-early thirties without my moustache. I kinda like that, because it still keeps me young. Have you noticed by the way that "forty is the new thirty"? I mean, do you remember as a kid that everyone who was forty years old looked forty? Now, we have Brad Pitt at 4-oh, Tom Cruise at 43 (and dating young chicks, as well) and Sharon Stone at 40-something looking hotter than ever. When Shelly Winters hit forty, she never looked that good. The last time she saw forty...fill in weight joke here.
There's lots of f olks who just treat their birthday as any other day, but not The Kid. Oh-no. I got two good reasons to celebrate. One, becasue it's Flag Day, which is an national holiday. When I was younger, I would go out and see all of these houses decorated with Ol' Glory and think it was all for me. At least, that's what my momma told me. To this day, I still kinda belive it to be true. The second thing is that after all the crap I've been thru the past few years, physically and emotionally, I made it thru. And yeah, I still gotta go thru a stupid kidney transplant, but I'm still here, y'all. So to all the haters out there who thought I would never make it this far in life, kiss my whole Black...
You know what? I think forty is gonna be a breeze.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
As for Pandora and Philip, if they're getting tired of this place by now and wish to get back to their own lives, they are more and welcome to stop posting, or keep going as long as you want. You guys have been wonderful, but I don't want you guys to anymore than you need to. I'm glad you stepped in and helped, but if you're tired, then take a break. If not, then keep on keepin' on. Either way, I'm glad to have you two as freinds and happy that you helped out.
I promise, though. A funny post is coming from me on Sunday.Stay tuned...
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Bippy is my blog's mascot and Carl is Sam's. Sam has even written a "Bippy and Carl" story as well. (posted on Sunday, April 10th) Here are even more Bippy and Carl Adventures. Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Okay, according to his comment on the last post, Sam won't be back until later this week. So rather than let the blog lapse (this seems to be the week for my bloggers to take a break), I'm going to hop in the driver's seat for another spin around the track. But I warn you, this has as much to do with my own boredom as a desire to give Sam a hand for a while.
My day job has been very monotnous of late. No, I'm not going tell you what it is; suffice to say that I help people sell crap. When things get really dull I do a little creative writing. Sometimes, I go to the men's room, just to give myself a different set of walls to looks at
Oh, but look what I find upon my return. Mrs. Claypool is at my neighbor's desk. Not the REAL Mrs. Claypool, nor is she anything like Margaret Dumont. Not the heavyset dowager of Marx Brothers fame. Instead she’s a slender – dare I say (Dare! Dare!) scrawny – woman who dresses like a teenager of the 1960s. Lots of leopard prints and neon colors. Wouldn't be so bad if she weren't old enough to have known better. Hell, she's old enough to have known Beethoven.
Her hair is a blonde mop, set atop a skull that's like one of those monkeys-carved-out-of-coconuts you buy in the Carribean. Her flesh appears to have about the same texture, though I've never touched it. I have too much a respect for history to handle mummified remains so frivolously. She confesses to “a little work,” but the truth is she’s kind of like the Katherine Helmond character in BRAZIL. Her skin’s been tugged, tucked, nipped, sliced and dice so many times...
It’s easy to call people like her such frauds, but that’s not entirely fair, is it? She’s fabricated for herself her own little world, in which she’s perpetually 26, and everyone thinks as she does, that shopping and fashion are the most important things in the world. And who among us has done no less?
People often tell me I have a tenuous grip on reality. Comes from reading too many comic books, they say. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But people just seem bound and determined to live in their own little world. It’s safe to say we view the world through a filter, seeing it as we would like it to be. That which is important to us – be it movies, baseball, or Indian pottery – becomes worthy of a web-page or weekly column – which in Mrs. Claypool's case is really paid advertising in print. A webpage is on thing, but when you're killing trees just to validate your meaningless desires, I draw the line. Remember the Lorax!
But I digress...
As I indicated to the someone else, we all have our happy place, where we’re the hero, or the princess, or the king. We have some sort of environment in which we are The Big Kahuna, even if it’s only in our immediate 4-foot air space. For some, it's a beach in Maui, for others it's the bridge of the starship Enterprise. For me, it's the Great Depression.
No, really, I would've loved to have been a Little Rascal. No Gameboys, no television. Just junkyards and empty lots fueling my imagination and putting on circuses in the barn. A world where all cops were Irish, and penny candy cost less than a nickle. Comic books were only 10¢, and an afternoon at the movies lasted well into the evening.
Of course, had I been an adult in the Depression, it'd be a whole other story. But comic books still would've been only 10¢, as well as pulp magazines. But perhaps right now I need a dose of reality. Nothing to strong, mind you, I don't want to be up all night. Perhaps tonight I'll go home and pop in PENNIES FROM HEAVEN. I need a little musical cheer.
Monday, June 06, 2005
For today I will leave you with some more photos. These ones are of our quick trip through Yellowstone Park on our way back home over Memorial Day weekend. I hope you enjoy!
**clicking on a picture will open up a new window**
Saturday, June 04, 2005
The Candy Bar Wrapper Collection is a collection of 439 candy bar wrappers going back to the 1970's. Thank goodness there is a wrapper of my favorite candy bar.
Yes, the one and only Idaho Spud which is actually made in Idaho. But not with potatos. Some other candies that I loved as a kid were...
and who could forget about this one...
Yes, the Seven Up Bar with seven different milk chocolate fillings...Cherry (ick), Coconut (so-so), Caramel (Mmmm), Fudge (yummy), Brazil Nut (yum), Jelly (**shudder**) and Maple (my favorite).
Now that our chocolate craving has been taken care of, we can move on to the Portrait Illustration Maker. I love messing around here and making all sorts of avatars or icons which can be quite amusing. Such as...
Next up is a site which I thought was hilarious and almost put it up on my blog. It is the current terror alert level as determined by the Homeland Security Council shown which cute little Sesame Street characters such as Bert and Ernie.
As you can see, right now we are at yellow alert. Maybe it was just my warped sense of humor but I thought this was cute yet terrifying at the same time. But why is innocent little Elmo the red alert character? Hmm....must have been that irritating noise he made when tickled....
So this brings a close to our journey for today. I hope Sam's readers have enjoyed this post even though it doesn't contain any earth-shattering information or life-changing words of wisdom. In order to remedy this situation, I will leave you with these wise words...
"Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons, that you cannot see with the naked eye unless you have been drinking." ~ Dave Barry
Friday, June 03, 2005
I was expecting Pandora to do today’s blog entry, but as it’s going nigh on five o’clock here in Savannah-land, I’ll drop a live one for the day, as my computer access is much more limited on weekends. Having waxed philosophical on comics and reading, I’m going to take a break from the sermonizing and dwell on more mundane matters.
First off, I want to thank you all for your indulgence, and thank you Pandora for sharing the co-hosting duties. And thank you Sam for trusting us with your blog and offering me this temporary forum. I’d been thinking about doing a little blogging myself, but with other irons I have in the fire, I’ve decided against it. Blogging is a committment, and if I can’t do it well, I’d just as soon stick to my semi-weekly postings at comicbookbin.com’s Thought Bubble. Yes, that’s a plug, and I’m ashamed, but if fills space.
I understand Sam’s due back on Monday, though I could be wrong. So I’d like to thank his loyal readers for tolerating the replacment bloggers this week. It was either that, or just putting The Real Sam Johnson Show on hiatus, and nobody wants that. (Thrilling Days of Yesteryear, I’m looking in your direction.)
No, not really. I kid. I kid because I love. Going on hiatus offers the blogger a much needed rest, while giving newer readers the opportunity to do some catching up on old posts. It’s like that lame-ass slogan NBC had a few years back: “If you haven’t seen it, it’s new to you.” So Ivan, I’ve been enjoying. “Hang the Indian!”
As for me, in the weeks/months to come I’ll be filling my days with home improvement and summer movies. Batman and Fantastic Four are no-brainers for a comic geek like me, though I'm not really optimistic about either one. I have mixed feelings about Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Ever since the talk of remake reared its ugly head, I’ve wondered what kind of casting I could expect. I thought Michael Keaton had potential for the title role. Perhaps Martin Short as Mr. Slugworth or the Candy Store Owner. Whichever role he passes on, Michael Palin could maybe pick up. But that is assuming it would be direct remake, music and everything, of the original Willy Wonka (hey, they did it with State Fair). But what would be the point of that?
The weekend is looking busy, as me and the Missus gear up for an assortment of chores and laundry and whatnot. I’ll probably have my usual Saturday night to myself in the comfort of my Fortress of Solitude. I’ll probably watch a movie or two. Maybe A Day at the Races, maybe Thunderball, maybe both.
So let me wish you all well, and thank you for your heapin’ helpin’ of hospitality.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Ironic that Deep Throat officially came out of hiding yesterday. I’ve been reading a novel full of Washington intrigue, scandal, deception and back-stabbing. It’s Brad Meltzer’s THE FIRST COUNSEL, about a young attorney in the White House counsel’s office who goes out with the First Daughter, only to witness what may or may not be a crime. After that it becomes a game of Who Do You Trust? as there are murders, compromising situations, blackmail and assorted other predicaments.
I like Meltzer’s writing. It’s sparse and gets to the heart of the matter quickly. His stories are often centered around high-power people, such as lawyers, financial wizards, and the like. But they also have a Hitchcock feel in the sense that they usually center around a decent, honest guy who gets sucked into circumstances beyond his control.
Regrettably, Meltzer may fall into the category what we’ll call “summer reading.” People often go on vacation and take along these books that are as thick as a brick, usually by authors such as Grisham or Clancy. Stephen King, $10.99 a pound. Some writers will pander to such people, for whom reading is an effort to fight off complete and total boredom. If you fall into such a category, Meltzer may prove to be a welcome find.
But if you’re like me, reading is not a seasonal thing just because there’s nothing good on TV. Melzter is the kind of talent who can simply tell a good, entertaining story. And that’s not a bad thing at all. I would put Louis L’Amour and Mickey Spillane in this category as well.
Let’s see, what else have I read lately? Spider-Man 2, the novel of the movie. Kind of pointless to read a book based on a movie based on a comic book, I know. But I appreciate discovering the bits that come in under the radar while watching a movie, such as fragments that don’t make it into the final print. The book featured cameos by other Marvel characters, such as Hank Pym, better known as Ant Man, Giant Man, and Yellowjacket.
And I’m always reading old pulp novels, usually Doc Savage or the Shadow, or some private eye type of character. But next up is Greenwich Killing Time, a mystery by Kinky Friedman. Can ya tell I love a mystery?
I hope I don’t come across as a snob who spends all his time in a chair reading. I watch my fair share of junk on television. Like Pandora, I have a fondness for the cartoons of my youth, especially the original run of Jonny Quest. So much so I have a framed JQ poster published by Comico back in the mid-’80s when they were doing the comic book. It hangs on the wall of my own little Fortress of Solitude.
What I like about JQ is it pre-dates that era when Saturday morning cartoons had to be educational. Jonny took me to exotic foreign lands; that was education enough. Then, in the early 1970s, Filmation lead this wave where cartoons got a bit preachy about helping others and being a good citizen. Even at the age of eight, I knew I was being beaten over the head with somebody’s sermon.
But considering this was the era of Watergate, I guess they were hoping to avoid another generation of “respectable” adults like Nixon and his cronies.
Interesting how things often come full circle, isn’t it?
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
"Vitamin powered sugary cereal Quisp for Quazy energy"
In keeping with the theme of guest host Philip's previous entry, I will make this entry about comics. I didn't read comics much as a young'en and I feel as though I lost out by not doing so. For some reason as a teenager I was obsessed with Perry Mason books and read every single one. However, when my two sons were younger we did dabble in comic books.
My oldest son was obsessed by Star Trek:TNG (thanks to his mother!) and one year for Christmas he received issues 1-5 of the comic books for ST:TNG. This was only the beginning. I remember once a month, we would take our walk up to the little store (the only store) we had in town when the new shipment of comics were in and browse through their selection. Now remember, I was born and raised in Montana...the selection of comics was not all that great! But my older son managed to amass quite a collection of Star Trek comics, which he still has to this day. My younger son also would pick out a few comics every month. I believe he leaned more towards Mutant Ninja Turtles and Superman. And echoing what Philip stated previously....I was happy that they were READING. Comic books are a great way to entice a child down the path to reading enjoyment.
I was more into cartoons on television when I was younger. I found this site about the Saturday morning cartoon Hoppity Hooper and it brought back a flood of memories. I now see where I get my penchant for unusual names. One of the characters on this cartoon was named Professor Waldo Wigglesworth so that must be where "Bippy Wigglesworth" got his name even though I didn't realize it at the time. Maybe they are related. Who knows...anything can happen in Toon Town.
Well, this ramble has gone on long enough. I wanted to dress up this blog a little so here is a present for Sam and all his readers. Enjoy!