Bed Pan of Choice

Editor's Note: This blog has nothing whatsoever to do with bed pans. I know I usually try to tie the title in with the actual content, and this is a little more random than normal (it sets the tone, though, you'll see). It's just that I was listening to "Weapon of Choice" by Fatboy Slim just now, and this popped into my head. Shall we continue? Very well, then --

I just read a story about my son's favorite shoe brand, Heelys, getting banned at some malls. Now if we could only succeed in banning malls. A united front, people. That's all it would take.

I have a new favorite term for those mandatory work "lunch meetings", courtesy of UrbanDictionary:
hostage lunch
Meal purchased by the company, often pizza, and delivered for employees who bosses require them to attend a meeting or work over their lunch hour.
"I was planning on running some errands over my lunch hour, but the VP is keeping us in a meeting. At least he ordered us hostage lunch."
As we'd say in the halcyon days of my tortured adolescence...TRUE! Hey - it was the early '90's after all... The only thing worse than lunch meetings would be the mandatory lunch-time meetings sans mealage. Or, worse yet - being held hostage at your desk and working through your lunch break while famished because everyone else makes more money/has more education/just doesn't give a care and all walked out the door for lunch, and you're left being the team player stuck trying to keep the wheel greased. I know that M is feeling me on that one.

Speaking of my adolesence. This will take you back. Well, only if you're a product of the '80's like I am. But be patient - it will also take half an hour of your life...

I had episodes of She-Ra on VHS back in the day. But this clip is conspicuously missing a few of my other favorites - like Monchichis, Ewoks and Gummi Bears. And most notably: Thundercats (hooooo!). Sweet jesus. It's a miracle I'm not a freaking Furry.

But, this. THIS was the stuff...


I had Popples rollerskates!


Whatever happened to Saturday morning cartoons? I remember settling down with my giant bowl of cereal (the frostier or cocoa-y the better, damn it!) to a whole morning's worth of this glorious drivel. Not to mention the programming I could look forward to warping my brain after a hard day of Florida public school learnin'. But the crap they have on these days. Most of it isn't even cartoons! And it makes my childhood gems seem like sheer artisitc genius by comparison. I mean, have you seen the original programming on the Cartoon Network lately? Those cartoons are terrible times infinity. As opposed to the stuff I watched, which was just mildly terrible. And we walked two miles to school. Uphill. In the snow. Barefoot. And we liked it!
...Never gets old, that joke. Comedy. Gold.