Ah, the night. The glorious night. Not even our stupid cats are awake. I miss the nighttime. I used to never go to sleep before dawn, and now I'm remembering why I liked it that way so much. If you manage to accomplish anything at night, you feel like you're ultra constructive cause everyone else is sleeping. Plus, even if you don't do jack, you feel justified in knowing that you should be asleep anyway. It's a total win/win scenario.

I just got a batch of great videos to review. The first went up today - Cartoon All-Stars To The Rescue, one of the most often recommended shows for me to take a look at. Next up is something nobody reccomended, but I'm sure that's just because nobody's ever heard of the thing. You're not gonna believe this one - just wait and see. It'll be up by midnight. I'm only giving you one hint: Gary Coleman. I leave it as an exercise to you to figure out exactly what Gary once starred in that I might be reviewing. I guarantee it's ten times worse than whatever you're thinking.

Edit: Here's a sneak peek at the Gary Coleman article... click here!

The Advent Calendar Christmas Countdown is now completely up-to-date, so go check it out if you need to see more plastic animals and plastic Mare Winninghams. Every year I have such high hopes for the articles I want to do around Christmas, but I always seem to forget that it's the busiest time of year and my schedule (ha!) doesn't always allow for it. So, I apologize if the updates aren't coming as rapidly as you would've liked. Forgive me. It's Christmas.

Working on a new article today. And the next day. And the day after that. I'm not out of Christmas-themed stuff to review yet, so keep checkin' back.

Hewwo everyone. It's December 10th - we're getting mighty close to Christmas. From now until then, expect lots and lots (read: too many) of reviews about all the various cartoon holiday specials I can find. The latest went up today, Christmas Comes To Pac-Land. On deck are The Smurfs, Gloworms, and if you're lucky, Pee-Wee's Playhouse.

Unfortunately, it's been a pretty busy week, and I haven't been able to devote as much time to writing as I'd like. I updated the Advent Calendar Christmas Countdown, so check it out if you've missed it. So far we've collected two lambs, two rabbits, and yes, two Mare Winninghams. I wasn't kidding when I said that I didn't look at the contents beforehand - as we go along, I'm just as surprised as you.

Two Towers opens soon, and by all accounts, it's a masterpiece. Honestly, I haven't seen a single negative comment about the film, and I've read plenty of reviews from non-fanboys. I'm seeing it this Thursday. I hate to admit it, but this series is easily going to overshadow Star Wars in the long run, and I'm not even just talking about the prequels. And while I'll always love lightsabers and TIE Fighters more than anything else, I have to begrudgingly concede that Peter Jackson is putting together a trilogy that's going to end up a whole lot more meaningful. Still, no LOTR movie will ever have Salacious Crumb eating C-3P0's eyes. So there. Star Wars is still better.

Arrrrgh. I was in Bethlehem most of the weekend, and spent tonight writing an article for the site. As I was rapidly approaching the finishing touches, all the electricity went out. For like one split second, for no readily apparent reason other than to teach me a lesson about not saving my documents. I can't tell you how much I enjoy wasting four hours writing and then having it disappear, especially when I decided to miss half of the Sopranos season finale to do it. Furio would be disappointed. I am disappointed.

In accordance with the rule I made when I still had my crappy old computer that turned off much more frequently, I won't be able to write this particular article for at least a week, until the memory of the electricity meltdown has waned. Right now, it's all too painful. ALL TOO PAINFUL. So, in compensation, here's something a little quicker. I picked up a good amount of items and pics over the weekend that need to be shown to the public, but while I'm much too electronically frustrated at the moment to do a full article, I couldn't resist telling you about this right away. We hit a 'Dollar Tree' in Bethlehem, which is just a fancy schmanzy store name for your regular 99-cent store chock full of crap. Among the crap were many fine goods - boxes of staples, cookies shaped like Dracula heads, and even a few thermoses with 'SPOILED ROTTEN' written on 'em surrounded by purple hearts. All of these high brow baubles pale in comparison to the store's ultimate offering: the 'A Surprise For A Boy' bag of mystery.

What could be inside? My mind quickly swarmed with possibilities. I felt around the sealed bag for a clue, and while I could tell that there were numerous things inside, I couldn't tell quite what those things might be. Perhaps some new keychains? One of those pens with the retractable control panels that let you choose from different colors of ink tubes? Who knew! Who knew what wonders awaited! I snatched up two, and after perusing the rest of the Dollar Tree's aisles, made a dash for the cashier. She was a lovely human who smelled only somewhat like stagnant dishwater. Once home, I ripped open the bag. What did I find? Take a look...

Wow. This was quite a steal. A pair of sunglasses that wouldn't fit my cats, with the lenses shaped vaguely like hearts. Two Hot Wheels-inspired toy cars that seemed to disintegrate as I touched them, marked only by the word 'CHINA.' A toy pogo stick which shared the same affliction as the cars. Plus, a bunch of dark green balloons! Whoopee! What kid wouldn't want this stuff? I mean, what were they thinking, hiding all these great things in a paper bag like that? This is treasure personified.

Defeated, I opened up the other bag. Maybe that one would have something better? Nope. In fact, it had the same exact junk. Only the sunglasses in the second bag had yellow lenses. So, in closing, I learned a few lessons today. Number one: save your work. You never know when your computer might explode on you. Number two: don't buy mysterious grab bags who sell 1987 Quackers snack boxes as a 'featured item.' Number three: I don't really have a third lesson. But nobody ever stops at two. Pretend I had one.