Sometimes living in Wisconsin can feel life a little bit of a void. As a kid I didn’t have many friends into comics or Star Wars or wrestling. Getting to talk about pop culture things was rare. But now Taco Bell has just turned us into a cultural Mecca!! Kit Kat Quesadilla’s! Screw health. Screw my heart and screw diabetes! It is now my mission to track down this culinary masterpiece being tested in Wisconsin ! Viva WI
Since it’s debut The Walking Dead has been pretty consistently ( I’m looking at you terrible season two) one of my favorite shows. It pulled me back into graphic novels and just recharged my love of the zombie pop culture takeover. One downside to it being a tv show is you don’t get the iconic advertising of a big screen blockbuster. Thankfully series producer Greg Nicotero has a fond place in his heart for classic film fandom and posters. He commissioned a few great folks to add The Walking Dead to some classic posters. Some of the results are below and great. You can see more here.
Mental Floss – In the fall of 1981, second grader Mike Ryan was walking through the halls of his new school when he realized something terrible: He was the only kid without a Trapper Keeper. “I’m sure there were others,” he says now. “But I certainly didn’t notice them because they weren’t worth noticing because they didn’t have a Trapper Keeper.” After school, he told his parents his tale of woe, and his father picked one up—but it was the wrong thing, a rip-off made of what appeared to be denim. To Ryan’s horror, everyone noticed. “Trapper Keeper? That looks more like a Trapper Jeansper,” one kid sneered.
I have a strange nostalgia for the Trapper Keeper. I wanted one so bad, but hated every kid that had one. Maybe not hate, but certainly envied. I mean look at that commercial! How could you not want one of these things? If folded into like a hundred compartments (I assume) and made you the coolest kid around. I remember asking, begging my parents for one. Instead my mom brought me home a bunch of three ring binders from work and told me “these are just as good.” No mom, no they were not