February 4, 2009

Whatever Happened To Saturday Morning?

I was up early with both of the kids on Saturday morning. Like, both were awake and rarin' to go at 6:00 AM. So while attempting to consume as much coffee in as short a time as possible, I did what any right-thinking person would do. I flipped on the TV. Look, I'm not proud of it but for a few minutes it provided ample distraction while I went about caffeinating myself and scratching the sleep from my eyes. And it's not like I let them watch The Sopranos or CSI. Sesame Street was on. But still, whilst flipping through the channels looking for something marginally appropriate (hence, Sesame Street), I got kind of wistful and nostalgic.

See, when I was a kid, Saturday mornings were special. Saturday mornings were the original must see TV.

On any given Saturday, you'd find me downstairs in front of the television before my parents were even awake. My parents weren't TV people but even they recognized the fundamental importance of Saturday morning cartoons. The cartoons that were new when I was a kid? The Superfriends, Scooby-Doo, something surreal from Sid and Marty Kroftt (The Banana Splits or Land of the Lost, maybe), and Space Academy. Of course, there were also the obligatory re-runs of The Flintstones, The Jetsons and The Bugs Bunny-Road Runner Show. Eventually, The Smufts and the near-identical Snorks took over and ran alongside Fat Albert and Super Globetrotters. Sprinkled throughout were short segments like In The News and Schoolhouse Rock. Looking back at old TV schedules I'm horrified to learn that Fonz and the Happy Days Gang, Laverne and Shirley In The Army, The Gary Coleman Show, The Dukes (yes, of Hazzard) and Gilligan's Planet (yeah, Gilligan in space - seriously) were also on many a Saturday morning. I seem to have blocked those from my memory.

It makes me sad that Saturday morning cartoons are no longer an institution. All that's on on the networks are infomercials or news. I realize there are more channels available. When I was a kid, we had six - NBC, ABC, CBS, a PBS station and two independent UHF channels one of which could only be viewed if we stood on one leg while holding rabbit ears at precisely a 43.2 degree angle while singing the chorus to We Are The World. But still.

I'd like to think that it was then that I did something that, again, any right-thinking person would do. I changed the channel and the three of us watched The Flintstones in our jammies.


Congratulations to yesterday's winner - Morninglight Mama - who happened to be four entries off of the answer, 2780! If you'd like to be in the running for the 3rd ProFlowers gift certificate valued at $70, try to keep me entertained while I sit in meetings all day long. Seriously. I have one half hour without meetings. So there's your job for today. Crack me up, distract me or generally entertain me while I sit in meetings (I'll be checking my email on my phone) I'll be picking the winner who kept me most amused tonight. Of course, you can always just randomly comment and hope you get randomly chosen too. That might work.

Posted by Chris at February 4, 2009 6:30 AM

I know it's early and all, but I have to go to work and so I'm going to entertain you now.

My dad told me a story last night about some fellow teachers that went to a party thrown by lesbians. In other words, the lesbians live together and threw a party. Well, they were talking about the party and how nice it was and how open the lesbians are about their relationship, and another teacher said, "Well, did you wash your hands after you left?"

... (birds chirp)

If you can tell me what that means, I'd be grateful. I chalked it up to dumb redneck ignorance.

Posted by: Stephanie at February 4, 2009 7:13 AM

Same here Chris, same here. I used to LOVE Saturday morning television. In fact, I learned English from it. But no more.

Posted by: Nadine at February 4, 2009 7:20 AM

I used to love watching Winnie the Pooh on Saturday mornings while my parents were still sleeping. I'm sure there was other stuff I watched, but I can't remember anything else. I'm sad to hear that the major networks don't carry cartoons in the morning anymore. We never have had cable at my parents' house, so I would be out of luck now.

Posted by: tutugirl135 at February 4, 2009 7:26 AM

So, we live in Korea now. The movers came to deliver some of stuff last Friday. They are Korean, speak no English, and work very fast and efficient and unpack all the boxes by themselves.

One of the movers (all men) who was unpacking a box of my underwear and bras (awkward enough), came up to me and handed me two sets of handcuffs he had just retrieved from the clothes box.

What do you say to that? Well, you dont SAY anything because you dont speak their language, but you try desperately to make some miming gestures to convey that these handcuffs are just a silly toy...not...something....Oh Well. I just blushed like crazy and hurriedly took them and hid them deep in the closet.

Posted by: alfredsmom at February 4, 2009 8:24 AM

Penis Penis Penis!!!! tee heeeee!!!!

Posted by: Brad at February 4, 2009 8:58 AM

When I was little, my dad worked Saturday mornings and my mom loved to sleep in. There was a rule that I was not allowed to wake her until 11 (can you even imagine?? She had it made!) I never minded b/c Saturday mornings were full of cartoons. In hindsight I see it worked for everyone - she got to sleep in and not have to watch all those cartoons and I was happy as could be. I guess we have the Cartoon Network, etc. now but it isn't the same. Saturday mornings were special b/c there weren't cartoons on 24/7.

Posted by: Shelly at February 4, 2009 8:59 AM

Hehehe here's some Saturday fun for you and the kids. Buy Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch... put chocolate milk over it and let em eat till they are on a sugar high from hell... then loose them on the Roadrunner or Tom and Jerry cartoons... Holy... Shit... It's as entertaining as it gets!

Posted by: NotAMeanGirl at February 4, 2009 9:01 AM

You know they are bringing Electric Company back, right? Or wait...am I the only one old enough around the internetz to remember that? Anyway, I looked at the new clips on YouTube, thought...pfft, can't be as good as the original...so then I pulled up clips of the old show. You know what? The people on that show were CREEEEEEEEPY! Like "please don't stand so close to my child sir" creepy. Seriously, go look.

I'll try to think up something witty later, I could use some flowers. :)

Posted by: The Stilettom Mom at February 4, 2009 9:01 AM

you didnt mention Capt. Kangaroo, Richie Rich or the Sunday Morning claymation religion lesson called Davy & Goliath..

I blame NBC for the death of Saturday Morning Cartoons. It all ended when they started running Saved by the Bell, which in the end became an institution in itself like Saturday Morning Cartoons....

Posted by: Darren at February 4, 2009 9:07 AM



Posted by: Sparkle Pants at February 4, 2009 9:15 AM

Sigmund the sea monster.. and Johnny and scott and friends.

Posted by: William at February 4, 2009 9:16 AM

I'm all about the random comments. I have a hard enough time keeping myself entertained. Being responsible for someone else is just way too much pressure.

Posted by: SassyPants at February 4, 2009 9:20 AM

I've got nothing hilarious... but I do have a misheard commercial.

There was a commercial on the TV last night for an Elmo Live show. I thought I heard that the name of the show was "When Elmo Throws Up" -- you know, as opposed to when he GROWS up. Eewwww.

C'mon randomosity! (Pick me! Pick me!) ;o)

Posted by: ironic1 at February 4, 2009 9:26 AM

To entertain, let me tell you my favorite joke that no one else thinks is funny. Seriously, it's a blast, but no one ever laughs. Maybe I have brain damage. (Not sure how well this will translate typed on a page, but you've been warned already that no one else laughs, so I can't lose, right?)

Two sausages are hanging out in a frying pan. One turns to the other and says, "Man, is it hot in here!"
The other one gasps and says, "Whoa! A talking sausage!"

Posted by: Kelly at February 4, 2009 9:30 AM

There should be Valentine's Day cards for friends with benefits. "I like doing you, but I'm not sure I like being with you. Let's do it. Happy Valentine's Day!"

Posted by: Coleen at February 4, 2009 9:31 AM

Okay, the only somewhat amusing thing that comes to mind is a really crappy date that I had several years ago. I wrote about it.
Hope it makes you smile.

Posted by: Wack-a-do at February 4, 2009 9:34 AM

Wait, maybe this will make you laugh! Honest-to-God Wall post on my Facebook this morning:

"I'm new to this facebook thing can you or someone please tell me how do i get you off my friend list? I don't know you and do not have the time to read EVERY little detail of YOUR life someone please inform me as to how to get rid of people that just go on and on and on!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you have a good day"

Posted by: Coleen at February 4, 2009 9:37 AM

Why did the kid throw the butter out the window?

To see the butter fly!

Posted by: steff at February 4, 2009 9:39 AM

Saturday mornings were all about Pee Wee's Playhouse. And eating all of my Dad's GF's candy. She hid it, but... well... it's pretty hard to hide candy from ten year olds. My sister always managed to sniff it out. Oh, and making a mess. Saturday morning's were definitely for taking out all of our toys and leaving them out for my Dad to discover when he finally got up.

It's kindof surprising that my Dad never gave us away to Gypsies. I'm thinking that he probably considered it.

Posted by: hope at February 4, 2009 9:39 AM

Oh, I loved Saturdays, did you guys get the Gigglesnort Hotel there, I loved that show. Looking back, I'm not sure why, but I did.

Well, this one is even tougher than the last. How in the hell am I supposed to amuse a liberal?

OK, George Bush and Bill O'Reilly walk into a bar and Nancy Pelosi busts a cap in their asses.

Well maybe not, let me work on this some more.

Posted by: Jeff A at February 4, 2009 9:43 AM

I too loved Saturday morning cartoons. I think my sister and I sat and watched them for hours. Now you just have to turn it to Noggin or Cartoon network for your fix. My daughter is almost 2 (in March) and I love watching Moose and Zee with her...didn't know if Mia loves them as well?? The new 'toons aren't bad...hell, my daughter already can count to 13 and say her abc's. I contribute that to the 20 or so books we read every day and the lovely cartoons on Noggin.
I hope your meetings don't bore you to sleep!! Have a good day!

Posted by: Becky at February 4, 2009 9:44 AM


That ought to do it.

Posted by: Rebecca at February 4, 2009 9:48 AM


Posted by: Tera at February 4, 2009 9:49 AM

Saturday morning cartoons were absolutely one of the highlights of my life.
And here's a funny picture of a blogfriend's baby:

Posted by: Heather at February 4, 2009 9:58 AM

As someone who still gets more analog than digital channels (12 vs 4 respectively), I'm with you on missing the classic cartoons. I occasionally resort to Dragontales or whatever that show is called to get my cartoon fix. Just not the same as the cartoons from the early and mid 80s though. Most Saturdays I sleep till 10 and watch Rick Steves on PBS.

Did I mention that I watch almost as much PBS now as I do anything else? Its sad -- I normally consider tv to be entertainment, but the shows suck so bad I prefer to be educated when I turn on the tv now. That or I'm getting older ... who knows.

Posted by: Christina at February 4, 2009 10:03 AM

Okay, I was reading an old (2003) journal and found a couple of...interesting entries (it's too early to come up with anything entertaining off the top of me head).

The nose bunnies are trying to take away my right to breathe out of my nostrils.
They're petitioning to seal them off. I am a patriotic human! It is my right to breathe out of my nostrils, to extradite the nose goblins that take residence there and to snarf milk, soda and other liquids when I laugh. If you are being oppressed by the nose bunnies, stand up and make your voice heard!

~Brought to you by the Council of "Kill the goddamn nose bunnies and nuke the planet they came from"


And then...we can hit people with them, and then...they'll clutch their faces, and then...they'll cry...and then...they'll ask why I did it...and then...I'll tell them that I didn't have a particularly good reason to do it but I felt that it would be in the best interest of the free world because their nose was looking just a little too small and some swelling would benefit it greatly and contusions would accentuate the swelling and I just though that there would be a whole lot of fun to it, kinda like a barrel of squid or however that saying goes because I don't understand why someone would think that a barrelful of anything would be fun unless it was a barrel of money and that might be fun, or perhaps a barrel full of ninjas that would do your bidding and then you could have them hit people in the noses if their noses looked too small and that brings us right back to the hitting of people in the noses though I think it would be more fun to do it myself especially with glow-sticks attached to some string because then it would be all lighty-upy and swirly and beautiful so they would see pretty lights before the lights of pain went off in side their head when the nose cartilage collapsed in their faces.

Posted by: rai at February 4, 2009 10:08 AM

Oh. My. Goodness. You really are making us work for these flowers! Okay, here's my 3 yo's favorite knock knock joke (his only knock knock joke) (okay, his only joke).

Knock Knock.
Who's There?
Lucas Who?
Can I come into your house?

Posted by: aimee at February 4, 2009 10:17 AM

Hey, I thought "a lot" was pretty accurate!

Totally forgot about the Snorks. Saturday morning cartoons...it's an historical era!

Posted by: jessica at February 4, 2009 10:20 AM

i saw this, in all it's cheesy goodness, and thought of you. it's possible you're the one that posted it in the first place, but either way, it's worth seeing again. hope this keeps you entertained because i could really use some flowers! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbHU8qOy2c4

Posted by: deborah at February 4, 2009 10:28 AM

they just launched this new channel in canada...teletoon retro. it's AWESOME. my kids are watching all the all-school shows (ZOMG! Smurfs!) now and it brings back those saturday morning memories!

Posted by: ali at February 4, 2009 10:33 AM


I blame Nickelodeon. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but when kids' programing became available 24/7, Saturday mornings lost their magic.


Posted by: Kalisa at February 4, 2009 10:33 AM

I don't know what conservative planet my parents are from, but we weren't ALLOWED to watch cartoons in the mornings, we had to be doing something PRODUCTIVE on Saturday morning. And they tricked us early on by telling us that our tv didn't "get" cartoons.

I was deprived. DEPRIVED, I tell you.

No cartoons is why I ended up an alcoholic. I just know it.

Posted by: k8 at February 4, 2009 10:37 AM

Ok, here's one, and it's kid and poop related so, you've got comedy gold right there :)

anyhow, my son has been toilet trained for a while. However, he absolutely refuses to wipe his own butt. And my husband and I, we are tired of the butt wiping (think "I'M DONE" being screamed across the house each time...not fun). So, we've been trying to cajole my son into doing this, to which he has told us he will only do so after he's a big boy. "Is 5 a big boy?" we asked, knowing his 5th birthday is in March. "Yes!" he declared.

So now, whenever we wipe his butt, we say "what happens when you turn 5?" He cheerfully replies "I get to wipe my own butt!" Amazing the things that can make a child happy and proud.

Well, earlier this week, DH was taking our son out in the car and our neighbor was outside. She asked our son "So how old are you now?" To which he replied...

"I'm four but I'll be five soon and then I get to wipe me own butt."

Can anyone say TMI? Hope this made you chuckle.

Posted by: Jean at February 4, 2009 10:41 AM

Don't know if you're a harry potter fan or not...

Knock Knock.
Who's There?
You know!
YES! Avada Kadavera!

Posted by: Cassandra at February 4, 2009 10:53 AM

I was a vet tech in a past life and saw some crazy things (and had to DO some crazy things, but that's for another day). Here's a little gem for you:

A bird came in egg-bound which means she was trying to lay an egg but it got stuck. She was dying and we had to save her and try to save the egg. We get the egg out and try to fix the mama bird as much as possible but birds stress really easily and could die just from THAT so we let her chill for a while to see how she did. Go in and speak to the owners. This bird is their LIFE and they are SO WORRIED about her. Hours pass and the mama bird dies. We still have the egg. Oh the precious precious egg. The doctor goes in to tell the owners the bird died and they are obviously very upset but find hope in the egg that their bird will live on--they are taking it home to care for. We're in back figuring out how to pack up the egg so it doesn't break in transport. A pill bottle! With cotton balls! Brilliant! We get all that situated, so happy for a silver lining to the sadness of the bird dying when all of a sudden the doctor accidently DROPS THE EGG ON THE TILE FLOOR AND IT SPLATS ALL OVER. Our eyes bug out of our heads and we clasp our hands over our mouths in sheer shock over what just happened. The doctor's eyes well up with tears as we just stare at Baby Bird Egg: Scrambled. I knew I needed to say something and of course being me it had to be a wise-ass remark so I just blurted out, "Um, so are you going to charge them for a euthenasia or give it to them on the house?" Yeah, that day blew but man it's funny now!

Posted by: samantha jo campen at February 4, 2009 10:56 AM

You know how in Ally McBeal or in Scrubs, the characters sometimes drift off into fantasies of themselves or their coworkers behaving in these primal or at the very least, theatrical, ways? I do that at work all.the.time. My mind's eye breaks into song and dance anytime someone coincidentally mutters a barely recongizable song lyric, and I regularly mentally leap over cublicles in a single bound and pummel my unsuspecting victims with staplers.

So, today I decided that I will officially be on a diet. (Okay, okay, it's not a diet. It's a healthy lifestyle. I will simply stop eating every morsel of junk food in sight.) I have not been able to erase this image of myself, hunched over at the vending machine, pawing at the glass, crooning at the Snickers bars a la Smeagol, "My preeeeecccioouuuuuusssssssss..."

Posted by: Sabrina at February 4, 2009 10:57 AM

I felt the same way about Christmas specials and apparently my sister who is 21 years younger than I am did too. I was visiting when she was six or seven and we had a long Christmas day. She was exhausted and a bit cranky so we curled up to relax and watch TV. She picked the show. Dad called down and told her that it was bedtime. She shouted up to him, "but I am watching a Christmas show with Kate" even though she was dozing off. Dad said "okay, what are you watching" and she checked with me, then said Santa conquers the martians". For bonus points...we were watching PBS.

Posted by: Kate at February 4, 2009 11:12 AM

Here's my entertainment for you:


I wasn't allowed watch cartoons as a kid... but I think some pretty, pretty flowers would help me get over that. :-)

Posted by: Stephanie at February 4, 2009 11:26 AM

It's too early for me to be witty, but this never fails to make me laugh, out loud, for like, 10 minutes. It's long, but so worth it.


My friends and I read it when it was originally posted, and we'll still just randomly call each other up and scream "Plastic doodad!!"

Posted by: Judy at February 4, 2009 12:17 PM

So while I didn't win over here...you won over at my blog. Come check it out Chris!!

Posted by: Isabel at February 4, 2009 12:27 PM

And another thing, if I don't win one of these I swear I will find a way to pipe in McCain speeches to your office building! All McCain all the time!

Posted by: Jeff A at February 4, 2009 12:29 PM

Dude, my birthday is on Valentines Day and I'm engaged to a man who doesn't believe in sending flowers! Show me some love. ;)

Posted by: Traci at February 4, 2009 12:50 PM

So, I don't know if "you tube" is cheating and you might have already seen this but this one totally cracks me up every time! (I think I actually cried with laughter the first time...) The guy with the bubblewrap just kills me !


and it's very appropriate considering your day, I believe.... :)

ps. must listen to song by Canadian to fully enjoy.

Posted by: english thorn at February 4, 2009 12:55 PM

Frick you, Cactus! I'm out of this dog and pony show.

Posted by: Caleal at February 4, 2009 1:10 PM

My parents were both early risers, and watching Loony Tunes with them on Saturday mornings was a sacred institution in my childhood home. And then, my favorite, American Bandstand was on at 11 a.m. Saturday mornings. Life could not get any sweeter.

Posted by: Mindy at February 4, 2009 1:16 PM

The purpose of this comment is to take up memory on the rudecactus domain.

And waste 15 seconds of your life.

Posted by: jessica at February 4, 2009 1:26 PM

I don't have anything witty or funny. I do have a comment...I would give up all 5 billion channels that we have now (and, there is NEVER anything on!) for a good Saturday morning FULL of all the classics, including anything from the Krofts, maybe a smattering of Banana Splits, some flintstones...hell, I'll even take an episode of Smurfs or two! Sat mornings on TV suck (well, I might have to keep the Food network...only thing good on Saturday mornings!)

Good luck with your meetings!

Posted by: cyndy at February 4, 2009 1:49 PM

Hmmm, have never been into cartoons even as a child so am not help there. Am probably no help in keeping you entertained either. Except to say that it's about 1:30 where you are and 10:30 where I am so you're closer to being finished at least. And to have a carry over from Monday and wish your ass some more luck! Hope the meetings are at least keeping you awake. Oh, can you play loops of zen on your phone? That damn game is killing my productivity!

Posted by: Dianna at February 4, 2009 1:50 PM

Ok to entertain you, I give you my best "bad" joke:

A mushroom walks into a bar, bartender says "we don't serve your type" and the mushroom says "why not? I"m a fun guy (fungi)"


Here's another one, a knock knock joke this time:

Knock knock
Who's there?
Pile up
Pile up who?

*snicker* (when you say it out loud you'll understand why I snicker and why the joke stops there)

Posted by: Kris at February 4, 2009 2:05 PM

Speaking of Knock Knocks ..

My middle daughter, Harmony .. Came up with this when she was 5 --

Knock Knock!
Who's there?
Harmony Who?
knock Knock!
Who's there?
Harmony Who?
Knock Knock!
Who's there?!?!?!
HARMONY times do I have to knock???

Bah dum dum..

Posted by: Molly at February 4, 2009 2:22 PM

And here's one from "kids say the darndest things" From my 4 year old.. :)

This past weekend we had some out of town company at our house. We let the girls stay up later then normal so they could see our company before going to bed, AND so they wouldn't be freaked out in the morning when there were people in the house.

Anyway, My youngest fell asleep - It was around 10:30 and she was beat! So once our friends arrived I woke her up to get her to go to the bathroom and I told her it was time for bed.
"mom, I'm NOT tired"
"but Sweetie, you were just out cold on the couch. You'll be able to play tomorrow."
"Mom I was NOT sleeping"
"yes, dear, I think you were..."
"NO! I was BLINKING! and I just forgot to open my eyes.."

I need to start a journal of Zoe-isms in my house.. this kid comes up with so many clever responses .. ;)

Posted by: Molly at February 4, 2009 2:27 PM

"By the Power of Grayskull! . . ."
"Thundercats - HO!"
". . . truly outrageous! Truly, truly, truly outrageous!"
". . . and knowing is half the battle."
"Robots in disguise . . ."

Ah, how I spent my Saturday mornings. At least, how I spent them 9 months out of the year. The other 3, I was up at the butt-crack of dawn, pulling on my swim gear and heading to meets. Even at the tender age of 5.

You know, all these YouTube links, silly jokes, witty anecdotes . . . I'm surprised that no one has written you a comment in code that you have to decipher. Or suggested a sly, covert game you can play in a meeting. Like hiccup every time someone says a high-frequency or particular word. And you get a co-conspirator to hiccup with another word. That would entertain me, anyway. And, believe me - I sit in *a lot* of meetings.

Posted by: kate at February 4, 2009 2:28 PM

Oh and btw if I win the flowers I am going to use them for Theo's 1st birthday party, and I'd like to get the flowers of his birth month: March = daffodil. Just wanted you to know that me winning would be used for good and not evil.

Posted by: samantha jo campen at February 4, 2009 2:34 PM

I couldn't agree more. I've actually found recently that the Boomerang channel (offshoot of the Cartoon Network) has all the good old Saturday morning cartoons that I watched as a kid. It's the only time I don't complain that my kids watch tv... perhaps because they're still asleep and I'm watching it by myself, but still.

Posted by: NG at February 4, 2009 2:37 PM

Holy crap, man. I completely forgot about Space Academy. And you're totally right. Saturday Morning Cartoons were much more than a time slot, they were a family event.

The other day I was flipping through the guide and I came across Thundar the Barbarian and felt that same surge of nostalgia you were describing. After watching about five minutes of it I decided that some things are better left as memories.

Posted by: Matt at February 4, 2009 2:37 PM

you're a guy...is this where we tell fart jokes and you hide your giggles? or blush at the mention of the number "69"? no? ok.

um. i'm at a loss. but i DO like flowers. i believe i've mentioned this before. and i could actually send them to my grandma who's been in the hospital all week. she'd probably like that. *nods*

Posted by: tiffanie at February 4, 2009 2:39 PM

I'm at a loss today, so I'll just recount a little something from the other day.

I was driving the kids to Tae Kwon Do, and when we arrived, I turned to unbuckle my middle child. She appeared to be chewing something, which was odd, since I hadn't given her any food. When I asked her what was in her mouth, she replied "Boogers!" in that teenager, you're such a moron tone I was hoping not to hear for another 7-10 years.

Posted by: Becky at February 4, 2009 2:51 PM

Loved Saturday Morning Cartoons by the way.. A lot of the same shows you mentioned.. I miss that looney Tunes is not on Saturday Mornings anymore..

Usually around 11, my dad would take over the TV and we'd watch Wrestling. Back when each wrestler had their "Staging" area..

Also, don't for get the Original BattleStar Galactica..

My kids watch cartoons.. they love them.. I wish there were better ones on, on the weekends, but there isn't..

Currently.. SpongeBob is a hit, Ben 10, Fineus (sp) and Ferb, TMNT, Scooby Doo .. I wish we had boomerang.. I feel like the kids are missing out on The Jetsons and the Fintstones though...

Posted by: Molly at February 4, 2009 2:52 PM

Dude. I have meetings all day too and may just die from boredom.

This probably won't crack you up, but it is apalling: http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/ldF0MZCU_9lzwD3MzDRZQQ?select=-586DBuoI1GFiZty1s5yMg

This, however, cracks me up every time:

Posted by: pirate at February 4, 2009 3:07 PM

Okay, here is the deal. I'm sitting here waiting for my dog to go into heat so I can cart her 3600 miles to Germany to get her laid! Yeah, I think that's pretty funny!

Posted by: Maribeth at February 4, 2009 3:18 PM

I think the advent of Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon killed Saturday morning cartoons. So very sad as it was Parenting Rule #4 that you taught your kids (us) how to put on the cartoons and how to pour cereal so that we could watch while they slept in.

Anywho, I just got back from a road trip with my brother. I'm 30 (just turned on Monday) and he's 25 and on the last day he wasn't feeling well. My mom called to check in and I told her he was sick and that it was probably because he couldn't poop. We guessed that the road trip messed with his normal diet. He agreed and got a bran muffin, while joking that he'd wind up spending the entire flight home in the airplane bathroom. This morning I got a text from my mom that said "Your brother pooped. All is right with the world."

Even families with no little kids talk excessively about poop. (Or is that just my family?)

Posted by: Erin at February 4, 2009 4:16 PM

I heard this story yesterday from someone who was on a University's judicial board:

Two guys were roommates in the dorm and as different as two guys could be--one was a super jock and the other was a goth kid. You can see where this is going, right? Yep, they totally fell for each other!

So, they've got a thing going on, all is right with the world, until the day that their sex toy fell from their window to the tree directly below their room. They start freaking out about people tracing the toy back to their room and figuring out that they are having sex with each other, so they run outside to try to figure out how to get the toy out of the tree.

The guys try to shake the tree; no luck. Then one decides to get some rolls of toilet paper, figuring that he could throw them AT the toy and knock it down. That doesn't work either. So, these boys, students attending a Big Ten University (supposedly educated), decide that the best line of action is to LIGHT THE TOILET PAPER ON FIRE AND THROW IT INTO THE TREE. Because burning a tree located next to a dorm is a brilliant way to cover up your sex life.

And also, no one will ever find out about your tryst once you've committed arson. Except the police. And the school's judicial board. And maybe your parents. And your Resident Advisor. And, most likely, your entire dorm. Way to go, guys. *slow clap*

Posted by: Gaby at February 4, 2009 4:43 PM

Chris, honestly I don't have much to share but since you asked... My friend Angela who lives in MD emailed me today asking me if I was ready for "love week." You see my husband (who was my fiance at the time) started out the gate celebrating Valentine's Day for a whole week hence love week. I have recently taken up knitting and to be honest I am obsessed. I have knitted more scarves, gloves, etc than I should admit in a comment. So she asked me if I had knitted the Hubby boxers for each day of love week. When I told her no but maybe I should think about that, she replied, "A nice g-string would be good. Unless you think it would chaffe."

What is scary, is such a pattern exists.

Posted by: goodsnake at February 4, 2009 4:45 PM

I too loved Saturday cartoons since that was the only time they were technically on except for right after school. LOL

Oh my gosh and the Creature Double Feature?? on Channel 13 up here in NH...LOVED IT...Sunday mornings were spent watching David and Goliath (I had no clue it was religious) and Captain Bob who drew pictures in his shacklike boat. Oh the good old days before the Cartoon Network.

Posted by: Dee at February 4, 2009 5:34 PM

I would totally send those flowers with this card:


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Posted by: Cassandra at February 4, 2009 6:01 PM

Sleeeeeeeestaaaaaks! I don't know if I can stand to watch Will Ferrell in Land of the Lost the movie. My 5 year old self is perpetually eating my chicken noodle soup at 11:30 on Saturday morning so I can finish in time to watch Land of the Lost at noon.
For amusement? Check out Peep Wars at: http://youtube.com/watch?v=RekcNK73pkk
and Lord of the Peeps at: http://www.lordofthepeeps.com/index.html. Always fun.

Posted by: rebecca at February 4, 2009 6:10 PM

Had to send it to your gmail. Sorry. I think it may be a winner!!

Posted by: dawn at February 4, 2009 6:51 PM

There ain't nothing around like there used to be. Face it. Times have changed and they ain't coming back.

Posted by: DC Urban Dad at February 4, 2009 10:28 PM

So my husband built a fenced in area in the back yard over xmas for the xmas present (new puppy) to pee in. As he was building the fence, he accidentally stabbed himself in the stomach. Being a macho guy, he refused to go to the emergency room. 3 days later, when his tummy turned an unnatural shade of green, he ended up at urgent care explaining what happened. In NM, they always ask this question when you see a doctor: "Do you live in a safe place?" My husband (ever the jokester) says "yes, I do, but my wife is really really mean". The nurse seemed reassured after he told her he was just joking. However, when he was back in the waiting room, a police officer just happened to walk in and kinda scan the people in there, giving a strange look to my husband. I guess he learned his lesson not to joke at the doctor's office.

Posted by: jaimie at February 4, 2009 11:02 PM

Ah the good ol days when cartoons were cartoons. My hope is that when my kids stick me in a home, I'll be able to watch Bugs Bunny until the time of my demise.

Sorry I missed the chance to distract you in meetings, but it probably wouldn't have worked out too well, what with you throwing up and all as I sent you more and more pics of me pole dancin' I haven't shaved my legs in.... never. They look like a Chia Pet with a sweater on.

Posted by: CK Lunchbox at February 5, 2009 12:08 AM

Saturday cartoons, even when I was a kid they were much better than today. I remember getting up on Saturdays and watching cartoons, doing my chores, then going to play outside with my friends for the afternoon. Those were the days.

Posted by: Adi at February 5, 2009 12:50 AM

Hmmmmmmmmmm amuse you.........well, you should go read the posts at http://www.fuckyoupenguin.blogspot.com and then perhaps I will be randomly selected.

Posted by: Starfruit at February 5, 2009 1:13 AM

Naturally I didn't see this until this morning (Thursday 6:17 am) but if you're ever in another meeting and you have some downtime, share this clip with your pals. It's friggin hilarious, especially the big ending. http://freakybestmanspeech.com/ I found it very entertaining!

Posted by: coolchick at February 5, 2009 6:36 AM

For some reason, back in the 90's sometime, I remember that Bugs Bunny was the last of the original cartoons they took off the air, before it all went to total CRAP.

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