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Cartoons

My son, like most kids his age, likes cartoons. I think that is something we all have in common looking back, we watched cartoons. If you are over 30ish, you probably remember Saturday morning as cartoon paradise. The real Scooby Doo. Bugs Bunny (with Daffy Duck!), Laff-a-lympics. The motherfucking Super Friends! Man, I loved those shows. Now, cartoons are on all the time. My son is on break from school this week, so he has stayed up late. He can watch cartoons at midnight on a Tuesday. Not only cartoons, but kid shows (like we had Land of the Lost and Sid & Marty Kroft). Difference is, everything for kids today sucks. Horribly sucks. Well, Spongebob is cool. But there are way to many shows on. They have flooded the market. Watered down the product. And you know what the sad thing is? Our kids will never know. They'll never get up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, grab a glass of milk and a honeybun and sit down for a morning of cartoons. Hell, my son sleeps in on Saturdays because he knows he can catch Danny Phantom or Phineas & Furb or what-the-hell-ever at noon. It's a long, forgotten memory for us. A melancholy glimpse of a misspent youth. And something our kids will never know. Sometimes, the future sucks.

Veteran's Day

First off, not all Veterans are heroes. How can I say that? Because I'm a veteran and I'm not. There were men and women before and after me that gave much more than I did. Some gave all. I had fun and met some really good people who became close friends and got to see the world. And I am blessed because of it. But I'm no hero.

Thank you to all the real heroes of this country. Those who sacrificed and toiled. Those that left parts of themselves behind, in so many different ways. I honor and thank you all.

And it cannot be said enough that the people we leave behind are often times more heroic than we are. Thank you to my wife for still being my wife.

I hate blogs

You know why? No one cares. Blogs are the extreme in narcissism. No. One. Cares. If you're famous, maybe I can see it. There are enough sad people that live and die by what some ephemeral celebrity has to say that could justify it I guess. But if you're just some dude, working his nine-to-fiver, who posts his movie reviews to an audience of three, including yourself and your 'alternate' email account, then just stop.

Then why am I blogging you may ask?

1. I'm awesome
2. I'm going to be famous and if you get in on the ground floor now then well kudos for you.
3. Still awesome.

and, btw, so is my wife (awesome that is... less than me, but who isn't?): http://mariannevsworld.blogspot.com/