Damn, I was lazy today.
(And horribly furry & fat, come to think about it.)
Can’t remember what I was watching, but that old State Farm commercial kept coming on. You know, the one that introduced us to the black magic of the “Like a good neighbor” song?
Yeah. That one. I hate to say it, but I don’t regret what this campaign has spawned. I actually like most of the commercials. But THIS ONE? I regret the existence of that hipster-haired blondie in the chair.
I don’t know. Something about him. Maybe it’s the hair.
Could be the shirt.
Nope. I figured it out. It’s THIS LINE.
Something about his delivery or some shit. HATE that guy. And it’s just THIS GUY. Like I said, I’ve got no beef with any other State Farm commercials.
It’s this little turd that I regret.
Okay. So, as I was seeing this commercial for, I don’t know, the 30th time, my mind kept drifting back to yesterday’s SpringCon. I became fixated on the things I DIDN’T buy. Certain tables I meant to go back to.
Then I regretted that I didn’t grab a bootlegged copy of “Clue Club” that always seems to be beckoning me at the bootleg DVD guy’s table. I passed by there yesterday, looking for the illusive “Skatebirds.”
Probably one of the shittiest shows from my childhood. Essentially a wraparound show for lower tier cartoons. (And if we’re being honest, it was just a watered-down version of the Banana Splits.)
But I always check to see if the bootleg DVD guy has it.
No dice. Should’ve been somewhere between “Sinbad” & “Skorpion.” But then I notice they’ve got a few copies of “Clue Club.”
A short-lived Hanna-Barbera cartoon that ran in the late 70’s. It only had 16 episodes total. And I remember loving it because it didn’t FULLY follow the HB playbook.
• TEENAGERS SOLVING MYSTERIES
There was that, but it wasn’t an excuse for them to play in some band or feature some goofy song during a montage.
You know, in the future. Underwater. With a shark that sounded like Curly.
• OVERLY PRECOCIOUS KIDS
These were actual teenagers who could drive. The only semi-precocious kid was Dotty, who was actually the brains of the group.
Wowzers. HUGE crush. The little pigtails, the zero jersey. This fictional gal was the complete package from a 6 or 7-year old boy’s POV.
• TALKING ANIMALS
Alright, alright. It actually DID have talking animals. Two bloodhounds called Woofer & Whimper. Somehow I didn’t mind them that much.
They didn’t interrupt the story & they ended up getting their own spin-off show, so bully for those guys.
Now that I look back at it, I guess it was your typical Hanna-Barbera cartoon. But it seemed more grounded in reality to me.
I happened to notice that my pal Hubbell was going to Springcon today. So, I sent the following:
Welp, I ended up getting off my fat, furry, lazy ass & went back to SpringCon, where I bought a copy of “Clue Club.”
As well as more low-priced, geeky shit I didn’t need.
Yeah, this is going to end exactly as you’d think. I regret forgetting to tweet Hubbell back. Because THIS is the tweet I found after completely forgetting about the earlier exchange:
So now, it looks like I own TWO copies of “Clue Club.” Thanks to the overwhelming generosity of Charles (who I’ll be paying for his efforts) & the scatterbrainedness of me.
Aw, fuck it. Maybe I can watch one forward & one backwards at the same time & find out some hidden gems that Hanna-Barbera didn’t want me to see.
Okay, maybe I’ll just burn the other copy.