Saturday Morning Cartoon Binge May 31, 2008
Posted by Michael in Personal Experiences.trackback
Rosetta is remembering, and I remember this too.
When I was a children, one of my mostest favorite things was waking up early on Saturday morning and watching about 4 straight hours of cartoons. This was the Looney Tunes, Superfriends, Pink Panther era.
I did that. I lived for Saturday morning. Of course, you needed a sugar high to fully appreciate those cartoons. If you had any talent as a kid, you had whined enough so that Mom bought you some junk cereal for this occasion.
As part of my Saturday morning ritual, I would get a box of cereal from the kitchen and eat it while I watched TV. I always ate it straight out of the box – no milk – for some reason. Maybe I wasn’t allowed to help myself to milk or something. Anyway…I was a big fan of a couple of kinds of cereal. It was basically sugar-coated sugar but that’s not a bad thing.
Rosetta’s post is not just a sappy reminiscence. He makes an important political point.
If you didn’t like Cookie Crisp you were a friggin’ communist.
The Hostages: Sick of Your Bullshit Since 2006
Here’s a clever tribute to Saturday morning cartoons. And to being a kid. The Aerosmith song, unexpectedly, works with the theme. (You have to wait until 0:16 for the actual video to start.)
Rosetta’s a socialist
CAP’N CRUNCH rulz
Only gheys and people in Miami County think that Cookie Crisp was any good.
Now, Frosted Flakes? Why, THEY’RE GR-R-R-R-EAT!
Sugar Smacks (I know they don’t call them that anymore. Isn’t it a sad comment on our society when even breakfast cereals fall prey to political correctness).
Only gheys and people in Miami County think that Cookie Crisp was any good.
Kiss the brown Cheerio, MCPO.
That video was good but with the exception of Tom & Jerry, those cartoons were a little after my time.
Tom & Jerry was one of favorites. And Woody Woodpecker. I wonder why Woody Woodpecker is never on anywhere. I haven’t seen one of those cartoons in probably 20 years.
What was the cereal (I think they were round and yellow) that had the cartoon-y horse on the package?
I must have missed something, Brewfan.
What happened to Sugar Smacks?
Did they think the “smacks” encouraged domestic violence or something?
Corn Pops I think, PattyAnn. Although no horsey on the box. Those were good too.
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Anyone remember Honeycomb cereal?
rosetta – the brown Cherrio would be Honeynut Cherrios, right? ;^)
I religiously observed the Saturday morning cartoon ritual until they abolished it. I think I was in my late 30s.
Though the video featured a couple of my favorites, it’s worth pointing out that most of the cartoons in it were from the very tail end of the phenomenon. The death rattle of Saturday morning cartoons.
The pinnacle, I think, was the late ’60s and early ’70s. Not the cartoons themselves — they sucked. I mean the hype surrounding them. The Fall roundup would have been flogged for MONTHS in center spreads in comic books.
The death rattle of Saturday morning cartoons. The pinnacle, I think, was the late ’60s and early ’70s.
I am now officially in love with S. Weasel.
S. Weasel, will you marry me?
I know, I have to dump Mrs. Michael and so forth, but after the divorce and legal fees and all, when I am penniless, will you marry me?
Mrs. Michael, will you marry me in California? (I love your new kitchen)
PattyAnn & Mrs. Michael, may I program the electronics and take out the trash?
S. Weasel, just to be clear, here’s what I have in mind (after I ditch Cathy):
1. I lay around your place all day, surfing the Intertubes.
2. When you get home from work, I will be your studmuffin.
3. Then, you make me a sammich.
Deal?
PattyAnn and Cathy, will you run off with me to a compound in Texas?
Remember Ghostbusters the cereal? And Frankenberry?
Count Chocula and Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes. Yumm.
Two of Mom’s favorite cable channels are the Gameshow Network and a cartoon channel on DirecTV with old cartoons (Tom and Jerry, Popeye, et cetera).
And Froot Loops, Fruity Pebbles (”Barney! My pebbles!”), and Life (I think it was, the cereal that Mikey liked).
Excepting the Road Runner, Tom & Jerry, and the Smurfs (which were at the very edge of the last of adolescence), that stuff is after my time.
Michael, you realize that S. Weasel’s new ‘place’ is in jolly ol’ England, right?
I hope you like kidney sandwiches and brain pie with gall-bladder pudding, dear chap.
Mmmmmm!
Cathy, I can vouch for C3PO. He’s a moron.
Sandy, well, er, ummm, I already live in Texas.
The cereal formerly known as Sugar Smacks
Did you know the TX court said the state raid of the children was a no-no?
There are fears that the polygamist mothers will flee Texas once they get their kids back. But where they will go to now, after all this publicity, I don’t know.
Oh, and sandy, I’m already semi-betrothed to BrewFan. So, if he can join in, I’m there.
Musli, I disagreed with the sweep. If there were individual concerns, I can see and hope they would act on that, but this all-encompassing take them all away stuff infuriated me.
I don’t care who marries whom – but can I hang out at the reception bar and drink myself into a stupor and stuff my gob? I’ll be real quiet-like.
When I was a kid, we didn’t have TV. My Sunday ritual was reading the funnies.
Remember ‘Dondi’? I hated that little doofus. He was always doing stupid stuff.
Know what pisses me off? Litter. People can somehow manage to lug a case of beer halfway up a mountain, but somehow can’t bring the empty cans back down? When it’s just aluminum and gravity?
My kids are learning that litterers are the spawn of Satan who will burn in the deepest, darkest pits of hell for all eternity, and that it’s good mojo to pack out other peoples’ stuff because they are, obviously, retarded, and retards need a little help sometimes.
Hmmmmmmm.
I have to be completely honest here. One of my biggest challenges upon returning The United States was getting rid of some statist sentiments I had picked up while living in Pakistan and in the United Arab Emirates. As such, statists would see nothing wrong with the state taking such sweeping actions against manifest malefactors and wrong-doers. It’s hard to describe or even defend, really. It has to do with paradigm. (It’s no surprise that upon returning, I was quite the flaming Leftist. Then common sense got knocked into me and I became a Rightist.)
So seeing so many people I respect, like, and admire reacting so negatively to the state’s actions, and being puzzled by it, makes me realize I have some ways to go to get rid of statist notions. Just because it is morally justified doesn’t mean it was legal or right and, for that matter, acceptable.
I don’t know if Americans realize just how unique (and for some, unfathomable) their anti-statism is.
I still have difficulty discussing this issue because I have not yet completely grasped the wrongitude of the state’s actions. And where is any gap in this grasping, statist attitudes seep in and I find myself supporting the state’s actions, even though I have an inkling that it may be wrong.
If Sobek, Michael, et al., would indulge me, I’d appreciate a small post explaining the Rightist/libertarian/conservative side of the issue: namely, how and why the state was wrong in this issue.
Not a cereal but a cartoon: Rocky and Bullwinkle! I remember it so well.
I have a feeling most of the cartoons I watched were reruns.
Sobek, Michael, et al. can and should indulge you with their opinions, but in mine it’s still “innocent until proven guilty”.
Sobek if you can catch up with the bastards and get a moment alone with their vehicle, remove a hubcap, place a crushed beer can behind the hub cap. The noise should eventually drive them insane and they’ll be committed to a lovely sanitorium.
And plain oatmeal. None of that pussy sugary crap. Bugs Bunny and Road Runner and Wylie Coyote. And Yosemite Sam.
Just so you know, Rosetta is a racist socialist. And he hates teh Jooooos.
And he hates teh Jooooos.
Why would anyone dislike the nectar of crushed fruits?
Freakies cereal was awesome. Cookie Crisp tastes like semi-sweetened particle board with tiny flecks of chocolate.
I fucking hated Woody Woodpecker. I wanted someone to choke the little bastard until his head fell off. I also wanted the coyote to catch that smartass roadrunner and leave nothing but entrails for the buzzards.
Scooby Doo was my favorite until they introduced Scrappy. It went down the shitter after that obnoxious little cocksucker came along. Hanna Barera was good until around ‘72.
Kids today have everything available 24/7 on DVD and TV. We used to look forward to ONE annual viewing of the Wizard of Oz. Christmas time meant claymation greatness with the likes of A Year Without Santa Claus, et al. Charles Schultz’s Peanuts were great.
Coincidentally, I just watched an old episode of Tom and Jerry this morning.
I don’t remember if this ever bothered me as a kid. Maybe it did, because I seem to remember hoping that Tom would one day catch that miserable little rodent and eviscerate him. Today I figured out exactly why: Jerry is a vicious little bastard.
Tom makes a small mess, and the lady of the house smacks him with a broom and threatens him should he make any more messes while she leaves to do some shopping. As soon as she goes out the door, Jerry (who saw the aforementioned broom-whacking) proceeds to torment Tom. This was not a case where Tom did something mean and Jerry spends twenty minutes devising a well-deserved comeuppance. Out of nothing more than spite, Jerry empties the ashtraty out on the carpet, taunts Tom into throwing a tomato (which hits the wall), spills blue ink into the water that Tom used to clean up the tomato, tricks Tom into spraying ink onto the curtains, covers Tom’s feet with ink, pulls out Tom’s whisker to wake him up and get into a chase (thus spreading paw-shaped ink all over the floors, walls, furniture and ceiling), and brings a cow into the living room.
Throughout all of this, when not tending to his wounds, Tom is dutifully cleaning up the mess that Jerry deliberately made. At one point he actually catches Jerry, and as punishment for all his sins, throws him down the laundry chute. Tom doesn’t try to eat him, or imprison him, or hurt him in any way. He just wants Jerry out of the house.
In the last scene, Jerry ups the ante by directing a load of raw coal from a dump truck right through the living room window, into Tom’s lap. The woman of the house returns home from shopping, opens the door, and is immediately buried in a tidal wave of coal. A terrified Tom takes off running while the woman throws coal at him. When Tom thinks he’s out of range, he stops, turns, and sticks out his tongue at the woman, and she beans him in the head with a lump of coal.
Jerry suffers no consequences whatsoever for his wicked machinations.
All of this went on for over six decades.
All of this went on for over six decades.
In case you didn’t notice, Jerry was a Calvinist. Jerry believed in his eternal security.
“In case you didn’t notice, Jerry was a Calvinist.”
That explains a lot.
*glares at BrewFan*
…I also wanted the coyote to catch that smartass roadrunner and leave nothing but entrails for the buzzards.
Yes! For years I wanted this to happen! Beep,beep, my ass!
I’m surprised that nobody has yet mentioned that the only cartoons the kids have to watch these days is that New Age, hug the planet, Capitalism-is-bad crap.
I felt sorry for Coyote.
And where’s my earth-shattering kaboom?
And where’s my earth-shattering kaboom?
According to Dave, and similar fools who are misguided about the millennium, you will (hopefully) get raptured and miss the big kaboom.
Man, it is tough being the only person here who has to instruct the rest of you morons regarding Pure Lutheran Doctrine.
Hey skinny & Musli, got a question for you guys, if you don’t mind answering. My parents were on vacation this summer and happened to be in Salt Lake, so they went over to Temple Square to look around. They saw people going into the main temple for weddings, and they noticed that a lot of men were carrying little black briefcases. They said that on the way out, the men didn’t have their cases, and they saw one guy walk out with like 7 cases. Is this part of an LDS wedding tradition or something? If it’s a Terrible Secret, just tell me to buzz off.
Also, the golden angel blowing a trumpet atop the temple: Moroni?
Tom & Jerry were my favorite as a kid…and Frosted Flakes are teh bomb, but I had to eat Cheerios.
They said that on the way out, the men didn’t have their cases and they saw one guy walk out with like 7 cases. Is this part of an LDS wedding tradition or something?
Yes. According to Joseph Smith, you must sanctify an eternal marriage by stealing the groom’s PC and purging all the links to porn sites.
dumb ass.
Dad used to wake up with me on Saturday to watch Tom and Jerry.
for some reason that means a lot to me right now.
dumb ass.
Dave, I’m hoping we can put our theological differences aside long enough to hunt Barry down and kill him.
It seems to me that all Christians should be in agreement that this would be a just and fitting response to someone who claims that “Back in the USSR” ranks among the top 10 rock songs of all time.
that song sucks. and it’s post-millenialist too.
Regarding the briefcases, no such practice seems familiar to me from my time going to the Chicago Illinois Temple or from being a volunteer worker there. My first impression would be that they might be clothes cases. See, in the Temple, we wear white clothing. We still dress in suits or Sunday best to go to the Temple, but then when we get there, we change into white suits (for men) or white dresses (for women). Although big Temples like the Salt Lake Temple have their own clothing resources — one can “rent” the white pants and shirt and socks and tie and whatnot for a small fee for cleaning — many bring their own clothes, which they carry in a small briefcase or case.
But seven of them? This is something someone who’s gone to the Salt Lake Temple might be able to tell, if they do something different there. I cannot imagine why one would be carrying seven briefcases.
The angel at the top of our Temple spires is indeed the Angel Moroni. This is inspired by the following verses: “And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people, [s]aying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters” (Revelation 14:6-7).
I counter “Back in the USSR” (which I have never heard but which sounds communistic to me) with “Go West”.
So, Dave, let’s hunt down Barry with our Kimbers. Colorado is a short drive north for you.
There can’t be that many places to hide in the Rockies. We just need to check out ski resort bars playing bad music. We’ll find Barry eventually.
Isn’t She Who Must Not Be Named in CO? Or was SWMNBN in OR?
Mrs. Peel,
Musli covered it well (as always). The only thing I can think of with the cases is that they’ve added a Deal or No Deal competition to the worship.
Just kidding. Possibly, if a wedding was involved, one guy might have been hauling a bunch of his friends’ clothing cases out while they were going through the wedding picture
tortureprocess on the temple grounds immediately after the ceremony. Conjecture. I’ve never noticed a similar event. When LDS policy changed (1978) to allow men of all races to hold the priesthood, a common joke in Salt Lake was that the angel Moroni statues on the temples would be replaced with statues of Louis Armstrong.Hmmm. Premature emotication. 1978 was the intended number.
That must be it. The men were in suits and the women were in dresses, which I don’t think were white. Still don’t know why that one dude would have been holding a bunch, though. Maybe he had plans to hold them out of the other guys’ reach and make them jump to get them back.
(Actually, skinny’s conjecture is probably correct…my parents said they were having a wedding about every hour, so there was probably a rush to get out before the next party, so one guy might have cleared out the dressing room in a hurry.)
Thanks!
Interesting proposal, Michael. I’d've considered it carefully, too, but I was taken over unexpectedly drunk at the time. So, good on you, proposing to a fifty-ish lush because she loves her some cartoons. That’s the kind of sound judgment fortunes are made of.
^ Is that a definite no?
I don’t think so. There’s not a clear turndown in that entire comment. I think she’s leaving the door open a crack, just to toy with me.
Man, it is tough being the only person here who has to instruct the rest of you morons . . .
Didn’t you mean to say maroons?