Why, you....
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captainsblogDay 16 - Your guilty pleasure show
Only one?
I already sekritly revealed that I watched Dallas for years. My childhood was full of cartoonish camp, and not just actual cartoons, but plenty of live-actionish stuff from Batman to Lost in Space. (What, you think they let me stay up until 10:00 to watch Star Trek when it was actually ON?) I can hum the tunes of no fewer than two dozen game shows from 60s to 80s. I watch the New York Mets, fercryinoutloud.
But really, now. Is there anything with even one fewer molecule of redeeming social value than a good Three Stooges short?
I watched the Curlies. I watched the Shemps. I came of age in the Curly Joe era. I watched the CARTOONS! Yes, they had those in the 60s:
Then along came Peggy Charren. Action for Childrens Television. She did on a national level what PTA’s did to ruin perfectly good dangerous playgrounds: put pressure on the networks and the local stations to provide greater pro-social content for our generation of utes. Apparently, poking people in the eye, dropping anvils on passing birds, and other such activities were deemed just too fun for the likes of us. Instead we wound up with the precursors to Captain Planet and all that horseshit that was good for us.
Not a moment too soon, but for me, it was too late; I’d already been corrupted. I even learned the song. Yes, that song.
Aw crap. You clicked on the song.
My favorite all-time Stooges line came from Larry, of all people. I can’t find the clip, but it came right after Larry got his head stuck in a bag of flour.
Moe: What do you charge to haunt a house?
Larry: How many rooms?
A few years ago when I was shlepping near every day to Rochester, a syndicated show had Larry Fine’s still-living sister on. She sounded like him. She laughed like him. It was reported that she even looked like him. Except for the breasts, I imagine, and can you imagine Moe trying to knock THOSE around?
And so, until tomorrow,
G’bye, g’bye, g’bye,….
G’BYE!
Only one?
I already sekritly revealed that I watched Dallas for years. My childhood was full of cartoonish camp, and not just actual cartoons, but plenty of live-actionish stuff from Batman to Lost in Space. (What, you think they let me stay up until 10:00 to watch Star Trek when it was actually ON?) I can hum the tunes of no fewer than two dozen game shows from 60s to 80s. I watch the New York Mets, fercryinoutloud.
But really, now. Is there anything with even one fewer molecule of redeeming social value than a good Three Stooges short?
I watched the Curlies. I watched the Shemps. I came of age in the Curly Joe era. I watched the CARTOONS! Yes, they had those in the 60s:
Then along came Peggy Charren. Action for Childrens Television. She did on a national level what PTA’s did to ruin perfectly good dangerous playgrounds: put pressure on the networks and the local stations to provide greater pro-social content for our generation of utes. Apparently, poking people in the eye, dropping anvils on passing birds, and other such activities were deemed just too fun for the likes of us. Instead we wound up with the precursors to Captain Planet and all that horseshit that was good for us.
Not a moment too soon, but for me, it was too late; I’d already been corrupted. I even learned the song. Yes, that song.
Aw crap. You clicked on the song.
My favorite all-time Stooges line came from Larry, of all people. I can’t find the clip, but it came right after Larry got his head stuck in a bag of flour.
Moe: What do you charge to haunt a house?
Larry: How many rooms?
A few years ago when I was shlepping near every day to Rochester, a syndicated show had Larry Fine’s still-living sister on. She sounded like him. She laughed like him. It was reported that she even looked like him. Except for the breasts, I imagine, and can you imagine Moe trying to knock THOSE around?
And so, until tomorrow,
G’bye, g’bye, g’bye,….
G’BYE!
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Date: 2010-07-16 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 07:28 pm (UTC)The Three Stooges were everything that was wrong with the world. Never allowed at home, and specifically forbidden at friends houses.
I tried to watch when I got older, but slapstick palls quickly.