Saturday Morning Sugar Rush

Sugar crisp rules! I can pound back bowls of that cereal down my mouth and not get sick of it. I love the taste of Sugar Crisp even if it’s loaded with tons of sugar. It’s not like I’m going to live forever, so I better enjoy life while I can. Last weekend when I was crushing a bowl of Sugar Crisp, I realize that there were no more Saturday morning cartoons to go with my sugar rush. This left an empty feeling and the sad truth of Saturday mornings now.

Recently an article on Gizmodo wrote about how it was the end of Saturday morning cartoons on the weekend or a block of animation for broadcast television. I found it disappointing because I remember sitting in front of the television and eating my cereal, while enjoying some of the great cartoons from the 80’s like Transformers generation 1 or G.I. Joe.  I would get sucked in the product placement that they would have for the shows and beg my parents to get me the toys. Hey, I was just kid. I know that there are Specialty channels for cartoons or Netflix that can quench that thirst.

I guess it’s not a big deal in my life now, on Saturdays I’m usually recovering from a hangover. Also, most old Saturday morning cartoons don’t hold up now, but it does bring back some nice memories.  At least no one can take away my Sugar Crisp.

 

Here are two great articles about Saturday Morning Cartoons from Gizmodo.

This is the First Weekend in America with no Saturday morning cartoons.

and

Saturday morning cartoons aren’t dead. They’re everywhere, all the time.

Get Halloween started right.

The ghosts and ghouls come out this time of year or what I’ve been told. In the month of October people tend to watch horror movies to get them ready for Halloween. Being scared out of your pants will get the Halloween vibe started. This year change up the game and don’t watch a horror movie, but instead watch a show called Ghost Adventures.

Ghost Adventures is not like the other ghost hunting shows. This show is hosted by three investigators Zak Bagans,  Aaron Goodwin and Nick Groff. They travel the country, using the latest ghost hunting equipment to capture these apparitions  on tape. All I can say is some of the things they caught on tape is really freaky. Now I know people will say how is this different from any other ghost hunting shows and everything that is on Ghost Adventures is a load of crap. I can understand those reasons, but let me tell why this show is special. It is the chemistry among the three investigators. Zak has this passion that just sucks you right in. You can be a skeptic and still fall into the trance of Zak talking about the history of the location and his excitement for the lockdown. This passion is engulf by Aaron and Nick, creating a show that is energetic and fun. What more could you want in a ghost hunting show?

I know that the skeptics out there are going to not waste their time on this show, but they are missing out. This is a fun show that can get downright creepy which is perfect to get into the Halloween spirit. You never know, once watching this show, you may want to become a ghost hunter yourself.

Check out the Ghost Adventures website to learn more about the show.

Ghost Adventures Crew

Can you just win one game?

The NFL experience was something I enjoy for years. On a Sunday, I get with a couple of buddies before the kick off. We would wear our team colours, shouting at each other about why our team is the best  as the testosterone level goes through the roof. The healthy mix of beers, wings and nachos  just added to our Sunday ritual. The teasing was done in good fun and it’s an awesome day of watching football. The truth is I haven’t been able to enjoy myself watching football for a long time. I’m the one who has received the most laughter of my friends on a weekly basis. My Sundays as a Raiders fan has been nothing but misery.

I understand that people will say that there is more to life than football or sports in general. Those people are right. Yet in my world, I like to cheer on teams that I feel that I can identify with. Unfortunately, in football, I chose the Oakland Raiders. Now I’m starting to wonder why I even picked this team. I know as a youngster, I was drawn to the silver and black, there was mystic about that team that felt like I shouldn’t cheer for these bad boys. Once I saw Bo Jackson play, I was a fan of the team. Now they are just a horrible team. Management has done nothing to improve the team for the last 10 years. The coaching staff doesn’t seem to care anymore and it is showing on the players. The black hole has become the place where happiness goes to die.  Every year the Raiders organization tries to build hope in their fan base and we fall for it. Everyone else knows that they are going to suck except us Raiders fans.  I’m starting to find it hard to cheer for this team that wasting my time and it actually hurts me. I want them to win so badly, but they always find new ways to lose.

I know that I’m venting here because my team lost again in horrible fashion, but I’m tired of how this team is being run. I wish that real changes would happen for the Oakland Raiders. I want there to be a glimmer of hope for this team. Yet, something inside of me is saying don’t fall into the same trap again. For once I like to see my team actually have a winning record, but then again, I wish that I could play the piano.  I have a feeling that I can accomplish playing the piano sooner than an Oakland Raiders victory.

Nothing like an S Club party!

Music can move the soul with a simple beat. When the right song comes on, we will turn it up and shake our head to the beat. What happens when that song is something that some people frown upon. It may be a song that is not hip to the mass audience out there, but for some reason it still moves our soul. What happens when the music comes from a manufacture band from the late nineties. All I can say is for some strange reason I rediscovered the power of S Club 7.

Sure, it might be weird that a grown black man would be in a trance with the music of S Club 7 in the year 2014. The thing is I’m a sucker for cheesy pop music. I don’t really want to call it that, but most people would and I think it’s wrong. I would call this fun pop. It is the type of music that is safe with a catchy medley. S Club 7 brings it to the forefront with their music. When I hear the song S Club party, I want to be part of it. I start to feel the rhythm going throughout my body, taking control. Without thinking I begin to sing along with the music. Do I look like a fool? Who cares, I enjoy the voice of Jo while Rachael, Hannah, Paul, Tina, Bradley and Jon give support to make the song incredible. That’s right, I think the song is incredible.

I know that you may think I have poor taste in music, but that is okay. I can sleep at night knowing that I’m one of their fans and I’m finally admitting to it.  Recently there are rumours that the gang is back together and planning a reunion tour. I know the tour is going to be fun because there ain’t no party like a S Club party.

Check out the groovy sound of S Club 7.

Where did the time fly, Myspace.

It’s a big world out there and social media moves at a rapid pace. One needs to stay on top of all the crazy social programs that keeps on popping up. Call me old fashion, but I miss the days when it all moved at a slower pace. You didn’t have to worry about a new social program every month, you stay with one and never had to worry about new one for awhile. I guess what I’m trying to say is I miss the old days of Myspace.

I remember back in the good old days, Myspace was the hip thing to do. When you set up an account Tom Anderson was your first friend to be on your profile. Mark Zuckerberg would never do that, but like I said it was a different time. Once you get comfortable with your profile, you would go out and seek friends.  You would read random people’s bulletin, hoping to make that one connection. All the while, listening to random music that they put up. Most people would call this stalking, but I just called it meeting a new friend one profile at a time. It just felt like the net was much friendlier back then.

Maybe I was living too much in the past and don’t want to accept the change that happen. I guess I have to move forward, but this old dinosaur will always have a special place in his heart for Mysapace. If you were to ask me now to go on Myspace, I would tell you to get with the times.

 

This blog was created for the daily post challenge. The link is below.

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“The Angel” – The 18th of March 1963 – Milwaukee, Wisconsin