Drunken Recollection

I Stand Corrected AKA I Stand Old-Schooled

Posted on by sgottahurt

Memories are a lot like books – they can get dusty.  They’re also a lot like raisins – they’re wrinkly (and purple?) and cats – they always land on their feet.  Mix in years of voluntary and involuntary brain damage and somehow you mash two things together that

A) Have completely different styles of conveying a message (even thought the message is the same).

B) Have completely different style of presentation – one’s traditional animation and one’s… what the hell is that style?  Can we just call it 90’s style?

and C) Were made eight years apart from each other (1983 and 1991 to be exact… either way, my breakfast still probably consisted of Cocoa Krispies.)

For some reason, I thought this guy…

…sang this song…

Guess I better stop drinking so much Zima…  I’m so “malternative” it’s hard to stop.

Drunken Recollection… Plant Controlled Cars and Men in Fat Suits

Posted on by sgottahurt

As the mind drowns in spirits and sorrows, strange cabinets are unlocked.  At the mention of a friend’s son named Jayce (or Jace, I’m not sure), this popped into my thought bubble:

I remember finding these toys by Mattel at an F&M Drug Store on clearance.  I begged, but alas, the begging proved fruitless (no vegetation pun intended).

Also, while playing trivia at the bar, a question prompted the flash in the pan that was Arsenio Hall’s alter-ego, to flash before my eyes:

There was a third item, but courtesy of the alcohol, I do not recall what it is.  For the next Drunken Recollection, I hope to still be inebriated when writing this, rather than hungover.