Well, Halloween’s over, and now begins the losing battle to resist falling into the Christmas trap too early. Sure, I can listen to Wham’s “Last Christmas” on my iPod during the bus ride into work, and sure, I can switch to the Jimmy Eat World version because it’s less shameful should the speakers blast loud enough for anyone else to hear what I’m listening to, and sure, I’m sitting here in a Santa suit, but NO! We must wait! We must enjoy our holiday break and soak up the small bit of holi-sustenance brought by Thanksgiving, and then we can hit the attic and bring down the lights, reading crumpled comic strips from last year’s newspapers as we do. I will say this, though: Playmobil did us a solid and continued on with a 2006 Advent Calendar…and I’ve got it.
Meantime, I’m looking forward to doing some articles this month that don’t necessarily conjunct with any upcoming holidays. I’ve got a few I was sitting on in September, but then I went and decided that I should start writing about Halloween a month early, and here were are. I’m feeling pretty good. Work’s good, I’ve survived Halloween, and I’ve got serious vacation time coming up in December. The only thing missing is a little tiara with my name engraved in cursive.
Click here to watch a 90’s promo for the Ninja Turtles cartoon. This one was from and for WPIX, the same station that delighted me with Shocktober movie marathons. It’s also from an era when Turtledom was dying off, evidenced by its airtime: 7:30 AM. I always hated when WPIX gave my favorite cartoons the 7:30 airtime. It was the death knell. It’s when I knew it was time to admit that my obsession was no longer shared by millions.
Anyway, this was a pretty basic promo, albeit one that halfheartedly tried to start a “Do The Turtle” dance craze, and one that tried to rhyme “blue” with “dudes.”
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Did anyone buy the 40th anniversary Great Pumkin DVD this year? It came with a trick or treat bag with all the characters. But they are dressed like the ones on the fruit snacks. Not like the originals. So I filled it with dog poop and set it on fire on the neighbors porch. If they kept it real I would have kept it for my future offspring. Poor Schultz, roll’n in his grave.