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Monday, February 28, 2005

IowaHawk: Scoobs and Hunter S

IowaHawk does it again.

Question: Is all of this just ether induced? Or does IowaHawk really have this much talent? Inquiring minds want to know ;-)

In closing, he sums it up pretty well:

Saturday morning in the late '60s was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe Roadrunner or Johnny Quest or Space Ghost or Lancelot Link Secret Chimp meant something. Maybe not, in the long run ...but no explanation, no mix of words or music or can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in front of that Zenith console color TV eating a gigantic bowl of Quisp. Whatever it meant.

And that, I think, was the handle--that sense of the inevitable victory, and that we were part of it. In the end we would unmask the ghost as the Old and Evil town banker, or kill those evil frogmen in a really cool explosion; our pre-sweetened, vitamin-fortified energy of youth would simply prevail. We were shooting the curl of a beautiful cartoon wave and nothing could stop us, except when our moms would yell at us and then we would have to go outside and maybe ride our minibike around for a while. Now, less than five years later, if you turn on Saturday TV and look at the cheap washed-out backgrounds in a certain way you can see where the wave broke and rolled back, and broke and rolled back, in an endless Xeroxed repetition.
With three or four 24-hour cartoon channels, will today's youth EVER have that same sense of joy? Getting out of bed and running to the TV just before the Bugs Bunny show theme song came on. I remember spending the first several hours of each Saturday, glued to the TV... and then the disappointment when the cartoons were over, knowing that it'd be another week before "the wave" would return. Sure, there were kids' shows on during the weekdays, but not the flood of cartoons that competed for our attention on Saturday morning. It was our block of TV. Most of all, I remember my Dad watching them with us, enjoying them just as much as we did (my brother and I). When I try to watch cartoons or kids' shows with my little guy, I just can't get engaged... with the exception of SpongeBob.

Your Co-Conspirator,
ARC: St Wendeler