It’s six in the morning. A Saturday. I know what needs to be done.
I try to not wake my parents as I sneak down the hall in my Batman pajamas and dirty knee high socks. Destination: Kitchen.
I open the cupboard above the microwave and fish around for my favorite bowl, the one with the Ewoks on it. I find it, but its got something baked on it, something the dishwasher missed. I don’t care. I pick it off with my finger nail. It’s the only bowl I like.
A half filled box of Cap’n Crunch, and a new box of Fruity Pebbles are my choices. The box of Total bran flakes gets completely ignored. It is as if it is not even there. Just a void, empty and meaningless.
I choose both, and mix the bowl with two of the cereal industries finest creations. I accept nothing less than Vitamin D milk to complete the transaction, and I swiftly make my way downstairs with incredible balance and form.
My sister Wendi is already on the couch, wrapped up tightly in a red and white checkered blanket often used for picnics or fourth of July family fireworks displays. She says nothing…she is already watching The Super Friends.
I sit in my normal place, and watch as Lex Luther deploys his cloning ray gun, filling the world with Bizarros and Cheetahs, created from the average citizenry, hell bent on robbing Earth of its riches and hidden treasures, only to be thwarted in their plans yet again by a life saving move performed by Green Lantern.
I am led to believe in this episode that Aquaman can breath in space. I see it, but I don’t believe it.
It’s only 6:30am. Hours of cartoons still await me and my sister. My parents still sleep. They will likely sleep all the way through ScoobyDo and the Bugs Bunny Road Runner show. I figure we will see them somewhere in the middle act of Voltron.
Eventually I will find myself dressed, out doing chores, playing with friends, seeing a movie with my dad, waiting another week to do it all over again.
It was so simple. And so fast.
That just seems like foreplay. It might be more insulting (or more kinky) for them to bite your left lower butt cheek.
On second thought, that also sounds like foreplay.
A manly tear just poured over my eye
I live in Brazil and it was the same for me, I think that the whole 80′s infancy was like that.
Good times indeed.
Ney.
I think I’m of the same age. I have fond pre-PC and pre-cable Saturday Morning Cartoons. We didn’t even have after school cartoons for a while. Saturday morning was it.
I also knew that Saturday evening meant the A-Team and Battlestar Galactica. Lorne Greene bitches!
Very cool Scott. It seems like that really was another world doesn’t it? My contribution to the Saturday morning show list is Land of the Lost.
Bring on the Sleestaks!
And I’m sure you can also recite the preamble to the Constitution because of Schoolhouse Rock… Eric? Scott? Are you like me and have to sing it? *sings* “We the people, in order to form a more perfect union…” XD
@mattzilla
the LAAAANND of the LOOOOST!!! Woot woot. God I loved that show as a kid. Then I saw a rerun as an adult and thought, man was I a retred or what?
Throw in an epic Star Wars vs GI Joe toy battle and that sounds a lot like my Saturdays of yore.
Boo-freaking-hoo.
5:30am – Robotech
Any bowl, but plastic was best
Cheerios with one scoop of sugar (we used 4 scoops for a gallon of Kool-Aid) —- mmmmm cereal sludge
Wow it’s amazing to see that no matter what generation, kids will always be the same. I used to wake up at 5:30am to watch Dragon Ball (the one before Z), Spider-Man, Hulk, Animaniacs, Pinky and the Brain, Monkey Magic, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Batman, Superman and probably a bunch of other shows too. I’d sit in front of the TV until it was over, usually around noon or 1pm. Man those were the days.
Humm. I like that posting. I think we could take breakfast together as I have the same situation nearly every day. Watching cartoons on TV on a Weekend is absolutely cool, but I somehow gave it up with the years replacing it by playing PS and surfing the internet.