There are things out there that are just never as good as you remember them. Pop Rocks, Gushers and pretty much any cartoon you loved before the age of five. I grew up with what is now considered the “classic” spiderman animated series. The sound of the theme is burnt into my brain, and I really thought the lyrics were as well. I mean i can remember Catches thieves just like flies in my sleep. I hum the song when I am concentrating or sometimes just out of boredom. It’s just so great! Well at least I thought it was. Then the dramatic reading appeared. At first I just assumed my instant dislike was because a classic song from my childhood was being put through the William Shatner ringer. But no there lyrics and the song are just truly terrible. Nostalgia is a hell of drug and I encourage everyone to just stay away.
Whoever sent that poor woman out on that assignment had to know what was coming. I would say that poor woman but clearly she made someone above her very very angry. She probably kept begging and begging to get to go out in the field so they threw this at her.
Filip Hodas, is a artist from the Czech Republic who’s renderings that are truly out of this world. My favorite work is below. From a burnt out Pac Man and a defunct Hello Kitty to a litchen-covered Bender and a Martian Playstation space station, the artist uses well-known video games, fast food brands, cartoons characters and other recognizable imagery to litter the landscape of his pop culture apocalypse, providing us with a sense of nostalgia and disaster.
Living in the Midwest Silicon Valley seems a world away. I’ve always loved the world of start ups and tech. This show is pretty much everything I imagine tech life to be. Anyway this title sequence packs a lot if info into a few seconds.
Typically I let these posts stand alone. Today is different. Being a father and husband can be filled with great highs and deep lows. Today was possibly my lowest low. And it’s at these times where I can struggle to find help, meaning and answers. I sit alone in the dark, everyone else asleep. Left to my own thoughts, worries and fears. It’s at these times , after a bad day , that the worst of the worst thoughts will begin to creep in. Self doubt. Self hate. Self harm. It’s times I may resent those around me as they sleep and I struggle. Trying to shoulder too many burdens. It’s now I ask if I’m loving him right. If it’s all worth it. Do I even know how to raise him, love him, care for him. I really don’t know. I just know he deserves my best. If any other dads are struggling just know you are not alone.