The Truth about Cats and Moose

Monday, November 30th, 2020 4:11 pm.

Ladies and gentleman, I am proud to say, I am now the owner of a RESCUE CAT!! Doesn’t that sound kick-ass?  I mean, I can’t even type RESCUE CAT without doing it in all caps because it sounds like it should be the name of a fucking superhero!

It would be like a cat superhero who rescued people, and I should totally use that concept for one of my comic books. But, in this particular case, I rescued the cat.

His name is Minky Boodle (Which is a complex reference to a song from a 90’s show called Cartoon Planet, which only six people will remember, and the song was actually about a dog.)

Anyway, the Minkster is super adorbs. I think he might actually, technically, be a Pokemon, because he is sort of a hybrid mix of a Maine Coon, a tiger and, like, a squirrel or something.

And speaking of Pokemon, I think he might be related to Snorlax, because he weighs roughly 100 pounds. Every time I pick him up, I throw my back out.

He’s a really nice guy, though (Although he does decapitate chipmunks and leaves their partially devoured carcasses on the back patio, which is a bit rude, but we all have our flaws). He came up into my backyard one day,and we hit it off instantly. He seems super domesticated, so,I think he must have had a family before me, but they probably kicked him out because he ate all of their food.

Now, full disclosure, MooseHeads: I am a cat person.

I only ever had one dog. It was a Pitbull that my dad impulsively brought home one day, when I was kid. It bit me on the dick, while I was on my swing set, so, my mom made us get rid of it. (Funny enough, I named that dog Tigra from the Thundercats, who is a cat.)

A lot of dogs are not mean, though, but most cats are. I have another cat named Superman ( I named him that because he has a patch of fur on his chest that looks like the Superman symbol).  But don’t let his name fool you. He acts more like Lex Luthor than Superman. I’ve had him for over 15 years, and he still tries to murder me on a daily basis.

But maybe I love cats because I can relate to them. They seem all cute and cuddly, when, in actuality, they are dicks, and that makes them way cooler than dogs. Most dogs will instantly love you, and be loyal to you, and most cats would just kill you, if they could, and steal all of your food.

Minky is not like that, though. He’s more dog-like. In fact, sometimes, I call him Dog of Norway. That is  a reference to the Golden Turkey Awards book by the Medved brothers. Fun fact: That whole book is about shitty movies, and they said that one of them was one they just made up, and was a fake movie. Everyone thought it was this movie called Him, which was a gay porno about Jesus. But, no, that movie actually EXISTS!  They did make up Dog of Norway. That was the fake one.

Minky has never been mentioned in a book, nor has he ever starred in a gay Jesus porno film from the 70’s, but I love him anyway.

Here are some pics of Minky and Superman.  Gaze upon their awesomeness:


I’m building my own Chuck E Cheese on My Couch.

Sunday, November 29th, 2020 9:15 pm.

Ever since Covid has attacked, one of the unfortunate casualties of the disease is that I’m pretty sure they don’t have any Chuck E. Cheese pizza/arcade restaurants open anymore.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Moosefriends. I know a lot of adults DESPISE Chuck E. Cheese, but that’s probably because you can only buy two beers there whenever you go (I know this for a fact because I had a friend who worked at one in college and she threw me a birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese. Trust me, they don’t let you get drunk, because of the kids who are there and because, if you DO get drunk, you would probably dive into the ball pit) No adult could possibly tolerate being around that many little kids, if they were only allowed to drink two beers. So, I’m trying to come up with a fun alternative.

I will never be an adult, or a parent, even though I’m hundreds of thousands of years old, so I don’t have memories of hating the place, like most adults/parents do.

I had that birthday party there, I went on a date with one of my favorite, most beautiful girlfriends, there. Wobbly, animatronic animals, playing musical instruments were there, and, most importantly, it was the first place where I ever played Pac-Man.

I am a super fan of Pac-Fan. I own like nineteen hundred versions of Pac-Man, and the funny thing about that is that I suck at it. I even recently bought a book by the guy who does the Classic Game Room videos on YouTube about Pac-Man, but it didn’t make me suck any less.

But I love it anyway. ( Right now, I’m even wearing a Pac-Man shirt, and I just bought a vintage Pac-Man glass they used to sell at Arby’s, even though it’s from the 80’s and I will never drink out of it, because I am insane, and I love Arby’s, and Pac-Man)

Fun fact: The design of the character, Pac-Man, was based on a pizza, with a slice taken out out of it.  Which sort of brings me around to what I was planning on writing about.

Chuck E. Cheese used to have dozens of arcade games, and some of them were vintage arcade games.

This was totally my favorite part of going to the place, as a kid. (I never really cared for diving into the ball pit, which may or may not have had other kids’ excrement in it)

Also, the pizza there did, in fact, suck. It tasted like Paper Mache. But you weren’t really there for the pizza. You were there the aforementioned arcade games, and wobbly animatronic bands.

Chuck E. Cheese himself was the mascot, and he had a bunch of animal friends who played in the band with him. (And one purple guy who kind of looked like Grimace from McDonalds.) This whole concept was ripped off from a place that used to exist that Chuck E. Cheese replaced. They had an animal band called the “Rock-A-Fire Explosion.”  There are people who are so pissed off about the Chuck E. Cheese band replacing the Rock-Fire-Explosion band that they make documentaries about it.  But Chuck E. Cheese was the version from my era.

And the games they had there were not just video games. They also had shit like Whack-a-Mole, which, for those of you sad saps who don’t know about it,  is a game where you hit moles on the head with a hammer. It’s amazing. It might not sound like it’s amazing,  based on the way I just described it, but it is.

Also they had claw machines.  Claw Machines come from Hell. One time I got so pissed off at one of them at the mall, because I couldn’t win a little tiny stuffed alien, that I kicked it, and the whole front of it fell off. I thought I was going to arrested, but the lady who owned the store actually gave me the alien and told me to leave.

They also had Skee-Ball. Skee Ball  is a thing where you throw these balls into a target to get points, and then you fuck it up, miss the target completely, and end up losing.

Anyway, the main point of that was that you would win tokens, and you were supposed be able to trade in whatever tokens you won, to get prizes. and they had a ball pit.

I recently bought a whole bunch of miniature arcade games that are small enough to fit on my couch! I’ve got miniature versions of Frogger, Burger Time, Pac-Man, Pong, Galaga, Galaxian, Centipede, Missile Command, and, more importantly, a mini Skee-Ball and Mini Whack-A-Mole!!

I’m gonna make an adult version of Chuck E. Cheese called Moose E. Cheese, where people come to my house, and play arcade games on my couch! And I will  have pizza, and let them have more than two beers! And I’m getting a ball pit! And a wobbly animatronic band! It’s gonna be awesome!



One Man’s Candyland

Friday, November 27th, 2020 11:18 pm.

I eat a LOT of candy, my friends. The only thing I eat more than candy is meat. (Although, I think Jack Links Teriyaki Beef Jerky pretty much qualifies as candy) Anyway, I eat it mostly just to keep myself awake  as I power through writing these awesome columns of mine, and drawing my comics. My teeth may have pretty much all rotted out of my head by now, but that’s OK, because people might mistake me for a British person and British people are cool! (I have to practice my accent though.)

I’m trying to cut back on coffee, because my blood pressure has been described by a real ACTUAL doctor as “insane.” I love coffee, but if I keep drinking it, I might have a heart attack and die, and I’m pretty sure “The Best Part of Wakin’ Up” is NOT having a heart attack and dying.

So, candy has been my alternative to caffeine, as of late, and for no particular reason, other than the fact that I feel like it, I’ve decided to list my top seven favorite ones. (Yes, I’m doing a top SEVEN, not a top ten or a top five. Much like the CW, we here at Nick dare to defy!)

MARSHMALLOW PEEPS: Marshmallow Peeps are these soft fluffy sugarcoated things shaped like various animals, and snowmen, and pumpkins, and stuff. They have thematic ones for every holiday. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out they had tree-shaped ones for Arbor Day and boxing glove-shaped ones for Boxing Day. (I don’t even know what the fuck Boxing Day is. Does it involve boxing? Or do you put stuff into boxes? Let me know) Or even Bastille Day and I DEFINITELY don’t know what a “Bastille” is!)

Anyway, Marshmallow Peeps are awesome, and they are the second greatest marshmallow thing after the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Don’t attempt to eat him, though, because he will step on a church and try to kill you. (Just kidding. I know that was actually Gozer.)

AIRHEADS XTREMES: Airheads Xtremes look like bacon , if bacon was rainbow-colored. It’s like fruit bacon, coated in thousands of pounds of sugar. What else do I even need to say? Go buy some now!

SOUR PUNCH STRAWS: Sour Punch Straws are also coated with a metric ton of sugar, but they are shaped like straws, and you can actually drink BEER through them!! Which sounds awesome in theory, but in practice, the end of the straw that was dipped in the beer becomes soggy and inedible. So, you really only end up eating half of the straw. That half is still really good, though!

GUMMY WORMS: Gummy worms. Who doesn’t know about Gummy Worms?  They are way better than Gummy Bears. (Unless you count those Amazin’ Fruit Gummy Bears from the 90’s that burst juice into your mouth when you ate therm. Those were the best thing ever.) There should be a war between the Gummies, Worms vs. Bears. See, you might think a bear would be able to defeat a worm, but Gummy Bears are smaller and the Worms could strangle them. I’m gonna pitch “Gummy Wars” to a movie studio. Why not? They make movies about fucking emojis.

NERDS (More specifically, Nerd Ropes.) The movie, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is actually pretty horrific. It’s mostly just about spoiled kids getting horribly mutilated for their sins. Which should come as no surprise, since it was based on a book by Roald Dahl, who wrote many traumatizing children’s books, and that episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, where the woman clubs her husband over the head with a leg of lamb and then serves the lamb to the police when they are investigating. (I’m surprised he didn’t turn that into a children’s book) But they made a candy company called Wonka, based on the movie and the book, and that company makes Nerds, which are like these little goblin creatures that are sweet and crunchy and love it when you eat them! And Nerd ropes consist of a whole bunch of Nerds stuck to a big sticky thing that tastes really good.

PEZ: I own over 500 PEZ dispensers, but even I have to admit, PEZ candy kinda tastes like chalk. I don’t care, though, because PEZ dispensers are awesome, and let you eat chalk-tasting candy out of the necks of some of your favorite pop culture icons. I’m not gonna go on too much about PEZ, because, I guarantee you, I will end up writing five hundred columns devoted specifically to them.

SOUR PATCH KIDS:  Originally produced in the 60’s and called Mars Men, the candy got rebranded in the 80’s, when Cabbage Patch Kids became a huge phenomenon.  Even I had a Cabbage Patch Kid. Sour Patch Kids look absolutely nothing like Cabbage Patch Kids, but they are the best tasting thing ever.

HONORABLE MENTION GOES TO RING POPS:  I plan on proposing to my girlfriend with one, because I can’t afford a real ring.

Your Major is Pointless! Call Me! I can help!

Friday, November 27th, 2020 6:31 pm.

Let’s face it, folks. A lot of us have been to college for what seems like the better part of our lives.
We can’t really call it the “better” part of our lives, though, Because, for many of us, it involved having to know what the fuck a multiplicative inverse was.
I went to Kent State University for thousands of years. The Golden Flash is Kent State’s mascot. A Golden Flash is just a dumb bird indigenous to the area. Black Squirrels are also indigenous to the area. They are way more awesome and one time my Grandpa mistook one of them for a cat. They would have made for a better mascot. Personally, I always thought our mascot should either be the Flash from DC comics, or a golden gorilla riding a mastodon. (Way more badass!) Fun fact: I even taught a CLASS at Kent State!! (Well, it was only a Freshmen Orientation class, and only half the students ever even came to it, but I was technically a fucking teacher for a couple months!)
There are some folks who went to Kent and went on to become world famous superstars, like Tom Batiuk, the guy who does the Funky Winkerbean comic strip. I love him because he named a comic strip “Funky Winkerbean.” Also, he writes the Crankshaft comic strip about a pissed off bus driver, and, as someone who has ridden the bus to elementary school, I can relate to that comic. I’m also a cartoonist, and a writer, so I see Tom as an inspiration.
Also, the guy from Devo went to Kent, Mark Mothersbaugh, which is really what makes it hallowed ground.
And Arsenio Hall went there (He’s awesome because he once interviewed JASON VORHEES on his talk show!) and Drew Carey, who went on to host Price is Right! Michael Keaton went there, and he was fucking BATMAN!!

However, despite what some of my distinguished alumni brethren might say, many graduates of Kent State are still  facing the very real dilemma of spending their adult lives putting imitation meat into imitation shells and handing them to who may or may not be imitation people.

And I mean no offense to Taco Bell! I used to go with my friends to Taco Bell, every time our local pub closed and we wanted some food, because it was the only place still open. (Also because they have excellent Chalupas and cinnamon twists.)

My old manager at the Dairy Queen I used to work at is also a Kent State graduate. I’ve never asked him whether or not he majored in Soft- Serve studies, but I’m pretty sure, if I had, his response would have included a swift punch to my face.

After all, he was probably just as surprised as the rest of us when he came to the harsh realization that, even though he spent $90 bajillion dollars on going to school, for God only knows how many years, he still wasn’t qualified for the illustrious position of President of the Whole Entire World.

I majored in Communication Studies, and, unless you’re Josh Cribbs. (You don’t know who that is, but he’s a guy who played football at Kent State and majored in Comm Studies, and got his own talk show on local TV. I want a talk show! I NEVER stop talking! Where’s my talk show!?)

So, what I’m getting at here (And I swear I’m getting at something) is to say to my former peers and peer-ettes , all of your Kent State credit hours are easily transferable to NICK MOOSE’S COLLEGE FOR THOSE WHO ARE ABSOULUTELY CERTAIN THEY WILL NOT  BE  USING THEIR EDUCATION!!

I mean, Kent State is great and all, but have you ever noticed you can’t major in anything cool there? Sure, you can get a degree in nursing or architecture, but what about getting a degree in being a ghostly cowboy who shoots lasers out of his eyes? Or a knight who explodes when you touch him? (I would bet money there MUST have been a Masters of the Universe action figure who did that.)

Admittedly, you can’t learn how to be either of those things at my school either, but, you do have many ways to avoid what I like to call a “Major Bummer.”

At Nick Moose’s College for those who are Absolutely Certain They will Not Be Using Their Education, you can major in super fun subjects that will help you later in life such as:

  • Watching porn about girls who are Kung Fu Fighting Nurses.
  • Frankenberry
  • Origami Frog Making
  • Drinking
  • Finding Waldo
  • Trying (And failing) To Beat Mid-1980’s Nintendo Games
  • Hello Kitty
  • Figuring out whether or not Gnomes are real (But never telling anyone if they are.)
  • Creative Procrastination

A lot of other colleges (Who I won’t mention here, because I don’t want to embarrass them) have less than one of those majors in their roster!

So, here’s the deal: You give me $11.00, and I will let you hang out in my apartment once or twice a week, where my crack staff will prepare you for a life where you may never again even think about whatever the fuck meaningless thing we were blathering about.

Which is not so different from regular college, when you think about it! And at  Nick Moose’s College for Those Who are Absolutely Certain They will Not be Using Their Education, we have a little motto that goes like this: “Come oooon! Like you were really going be an accountant anyway?” Now, here’s a picture of an Origami frog.

I’m Thankful for James Bond, sharks, Blake Lively, and Turkey Thermometers.

Thursday, November 26th, 2020 7:04 pm.

So, last night, I was watching Thunderball on TCM, even though I own like 17 copies of the movie on DVD collections and VHS. But James Bond movies, traditionally, used to come out around Thanksgiving. So, I was feeling nostalgic.

I was obsessed with James Bond, before Daniel Craig completely destroyed the entire franchise. (Although, I might be the only person who thinks Roger Moore was the best Bond. I also really loved Pierce Brosnan in the role.) I do love 98% of the Bond movies. And Thunderball is a really good one.

Domino, played by Claudine Auger is super fucking hot and so is the bad girl, who is played by Luciana Paluzzi.

Luciana Paluzzi was also in a movie called “The Green Slime”, which was a Japanese-American Co-production from the 1960’s, where midgets, dressed in rubber monster costumes, ran around, killing people, on a spaceship. I love it.

Anyway, the movie also involves sharks, because the bad guy has a swimming pool filled with sharks.  Which reminded me of another Thanksgiving tradition one of my friends and I have.

One year, for no reason that I could ever put into words, my friend and I decided to have a party where we watched The Shallows  which is a movie where Blake Lively fights a shark. We called it Blakesgiving. (We were the only two people who went to the party.)

Yes, I watched Gossip Girl, back in the day, and was always a fan of hers. So, finding out she was in a movie where she kills a shark was awesome. I forget how she killed it. I asked my friend and he said, “It

was complicated.” I don’t remember what exactly happened but, I think, somehow, she managed to strangle it.

Blake Lively and sharks is not the only reason I like Thanksgiving though.  I used to love watching the Wizard of OZ when they would show it all the time, (Because I love weird looking blue flying monkey guys) I used to love Turkey Day MST3K (I have not watched the new version of MST3K yet because I am afraid to.) I used to love watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade because they had all those fun pop culture balloons (Remember that time they exploded the Underdog balloon on Seinfeld?) My Grandma would be staying over at my house, and when Santa Claus came on at the end, she would scream, “SANTEE CLAUS! IT’S SANTEE CLAUS!!”

So, I still scream that to myself, in memory of her.

Now, if my friend and I would be doing a Blakesgiving , we would probably watch The Shallows again, but we would eat shark instead of turkey.

Do they even have pop-up thermometers for sharks?

I am obscenely fond of pop-up thermometers.

My cousin and I used to fight over who got the pop-up thermometer  from the turkey. She wanted to use it for a syringe for her nurse Barbie doll and I wanted to use it as a laser gun for my He-Man figures. (Obviously, this was the 80’s.)

I still have one of those thermometers  (And an absurd amount of He-Man action figures.)

This year, for Thanksgiving, I decided to go smaller. I just got a turkey breast. What can I say? I love breasts.

So happy Happy Moosegiving! Watch some shark movies and get a thermometer!



The Church of Burger Time

Sunday, November 22nd, 2020 5:00 am.

Did you know there is a church based around the 1980’s arcade game Burger Time?

I found this out recently and was intrigued. I’m no stranger to fringe religions, as I am a card carrying minister of the Church of the Subgenius. And they worship a guy named Bob, who is just a piece of clipart from the 1950’s, of a guy smoking a pipe, who encourages people to slack off and says that, if you join them, you either get eternal salvation, or triple your money back.

But this BurgerTime cult is news to me. And I’m surprised that it is, because Burger time is one of my favorite games ever. And I like burgers and time.

If some of you youngling Moosekateers  out yonder are unfamiliar with Burger Time, allow me to explain how it goes. You play as a chef named Peter Pepper. Peter Pepper is trying to make burgers by running around on a bunch of Donkey Kong-like platforms, climbing up ladders and running over various burger ingredients, like the burger, the lettuce, the bun and the cheese. Eventually, if you do well, all the ingredients fall to the bottom of the screen to form a burger. Now, I know this doesn’t sound like the most sanitary way to make a burger, but I like to believe his shoes are magical video game shoes and germ free.

The main obstacle to doing this is that you are constantly being chased by pissed off demented food items like Mr. Hot Dog, Mr. Egg and Mr. Pickle, who are Hell bent on killing you.

So I guess the Church of BurgerTime would probably consider Mr. Hot Dog to be their version of Satan.

I own an obscene amount of BurgerTime games. I have one for my Game Boy, one on 3DS, one for Atari, one on Wii-U, one of those mini-table top arcade versions and I think I have at least three versions of it on the Nintendo Switch. (The most recent one, BurgerTime Party, is super awesome, by the way! You should stop reading this and go buy it right now!)

I’m not the best expert at videogames. I love them, I collect them, but I suck at them. . When I used to play Goldeneye on the N64 with my friends, I would somehow always end up stuck in a sewer, shooting myself in the face.

But BurgerTime might be one of the few games I’m ACTUALLY sort of kind of good at. So, I can understand why people want to worship Peter Pepper.

I respect everyone’s religious beliefs. So, I respect those who want to worship a chef running from giant demonic egg, pickle and hot dog monsters while stomping on giant hamburger ingredients.

To each their own.

But that isn’t even the craziest religion I have heard of! Did you know there is a religion based on the PARTIDGE FAMILY!?

Now , if you are too young to know what BurgerTime is, you sure as fuck don’t know what the Partridge Family is , so I’ll attempt to explain it. It was this show from the 60’s about a family, kind of like the Brady Bunch but it sucked even more. Much like the Brady Bunch, the kids all played in a rock band, only they rode around in a garishly decorated bus. It wasn’t a good show, but I watched it constantly anyway when it was on Nick at Nite back when Nick at Nite showed shows other than Roseanne and How I Met Your Mother.

The theme song, “Come on Get Happy” was actually good. But then again, I like shitty bubblegum pop music from the 60’s and 70’s. I’m weird.

One of the kids, Keith Partridge, was played by David Cassidy. Fun fact, he is the father of Katie Cassidy from the Arrow TV show.  He eventually went insane, became an alcoholic and died. The actress who played his sister, Lori Partridge,  was  Susan Dey, who was really hot, but then she went insane, became an anorexic and got a role on Law and Order. And one of the kids was played by Danny Bonoduche, who was always insane, and then started beating people up and got his own reality show, and then became a wrestler.

You can see why there would be a church based around these people.

Believe it or not, the cult is not even as weird as the Saturday morning cartoon Partidge Family 2020 A.D , made by Hanna Barbera Studios. In the cartoon they inexplicably live in outer space and have a flying car and a robot dog. I’ll probably be writing an entire 500 word column about that show for my “Journey to The Bottom of the Hanna Barr-barrel” series of columns about the dregs of the Hanna Barbera cartoon universe.

But back to the church of BurgerTime.

I was raised Catholic, so I’m curious as to how similar BurgerTimeism is to Catholicism. Instead of Holy Communion, where you take the Host and drink the wine, representational of the body and blood of Christ, do they give you a symbolic burger and fries? Does the Priest wear a chef’s hat and an apron instead of vestments? Instead of Baptism, where they dunk you in Holy Water, do they just throw pepper in your face, like Peter Pepper does to the food monsters in the game?

What does their version of Hell look like? Does Mr. Hot dog put you into a giant George Foreman grill where you roast for all eternity?

I don’t know and I don’t want to find out firsthand.

Now I’m hungry for a burger. I’m gonna go to Wendy’s.

See ya next time Moosekateers.





Journey To the Bottom of the Hanna-Bar-Barrel. Part One

Saturday, November 21st, 2020 7:35 pm.

OK, listen up here, Moosekateers, I have a confession to make. I fuckin love Hanna Barbera cartoons 

I watched them as a kid, incessantly. In the 80’s, I watched everything ever aired on U.S.A Network’s Cartoon Express. In the 90’s, I watched everything on the Cartoon Network and, before they started making money off of Dragon Ball Z, they couldn’t even afford to show anything other than ancient rickety Hanna Barbera cartoons. 

I’ve seen like every one of the fifty bajillion episodes of Scooby Doo that came out before the 90’s, like the “New Scooby Doo Movies” show  where they team up with Sonny and Cher, and that super weird one, The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo, that had Vincent Price voicing a character, and an annoying Mexican kid instead of Fred and Velma.   

In that one, they fought ACTUAL ghosts and monsters instead of pissed off farmers dressed up like the Ghost Face killer from Scream.  Still, it wasn’t very good. But, for some reason, Scooby Doo is probably the only Hanna-Barbara property that is still popular among the younglings of today 

If you don’t know HannaBarbera, they are a studio started  by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera. They invented Tom and Jerry, but after they got fired from the  MGM movie studios in the 40’s,  they had to go from making big budget Tom and Jerry Cartoons, with excellent animation, to making low budget cartoons for TV that you could probably animate with the same amount of money it would take to buy some Slim Jim’s and Sour Patch Kids at the gas station. They were visionaries. 

The process has been called “Limited animation and what that really means is that the characters barely moved and mostly just said funny stuff. Incidentally, I still prefer this method to the way they make the lameass CGI cartoons they are churning out nowadays, where they just push the “Make a cartoon “ button on their computer and end up with shit like Boss Baby. 

 In spite of their limited resources, Hanna-Barbera managed to produce some classic cartoons like The Flintstones, The Jetsons, (I STILL have a crush on Judy) Yogi Bear and Huckleberry Hound. They even had a show called Squidley Didley which had a squid in it that predated Spongebob Squarepants by decades(Even though he looked more like an octopus and didn’t have enough tentacles to be a squid or an octopus, but I still liked him.) They also had a homosexual lion character named Snagglepuss, decades before homosexual lions were accepted by society! My point is, they were ahead of their time.  

They also made Jonny FUCKING Quest, one of the greatest action adventure cartoons EVER, created by the comic book artist/genius, Doug Wildey! (Google him. He was awesome.) Much like the Johnny Sokko and his Flying Robot show that I talked about in a previous column, it was absurdly violent and that, along with some of their other absurdly violent action shows, like Space Ghost and Birdman and the Herculoids, led to parents throwing a massive shit fit, which in turn, led to super strict guidelines for cartoons for decades. He-Man couldn’t even PUNCH anyone 

 But, as much as I love Hanna Barbera, I’ll admit, some of their productions were, shall we say… a little bit flawed. (They once did an entire show about a magical talking Rubicks Cube from outer space.) 

So, I’m gonna start a series of columns on this very site that will take you on a fun-tastic voyage to the bottom of one of my favorite barrels, THE HANNA BAR-BARREL!  

I’m the biggest HannaBarbera fan boy known to manWho better than me to differentiate the wheat from the chaff?   

So, stay tuned, Mooseheadsfor some useless information about crappy cartoons you’ve never heard of and probably won’t care about! 

For now, I’ll leave you with this image of the Hanna-Barbera amusement park that once existed and I wish still did, because I wanna get a job dressing up like Jabberrjaw or Captain Caveman!  

I want to adopt a Manatee, or maybe an Orangutan

Thursday, November 19th, 2020 3:13 pm.

Have you ever gotten really drunk and decided to adopot a female Orangutan? I’m sure you have. It’s happened to the best of us

Everybody gets drunk and goes on the internet and gets ads from that website where you sponsor an endangered animal and you spend 55 bucks and get an “adoption kit”  which consists of a stuffed animal of the animal, a photo ( which I hope is autographed by the female Orangutan) and like, a kazoo shaped like an Orangutan or something.

I have been tempted countless times to do this, whenever I see the ads come up on the side of Reddit, while I’m reading people posting endlessly about TV shows they hate but apparently still watch.

In the past couple months I have been compelled  to adopt badgers, otters, wolverines Gorillas, bears with weird looking symbols on their stomachs that make them look like superheroes, and even animals who I refuse to believe exist, like a Mouse Lemur. I mean, what the fuck is a Mouse Lemur?  I sure as Hell don’t know, but now I want one, after seeing a picture of one that may or may not  have been photoshopped to make it look like it was an animal that actually existed.

But these “adoptions” are symbolic. You don’t actually get the animal and have him or her move into your house. You just pay a shit load of money and get a stuffed animal and they do…I don’t know… something with the shit load of money to help the animal, I hope.

Which is a shame because I really wanted a full grown manatee. I have a bathtub! We could make it work!

And I have a big backyard. I could have a bunch of ocelots and prairie chickens back there. The only problem would be that the ocelots would probably eat the prairie chickens and I also don’t know what a prairie chicken is, but I know they’re endangered.

Also, I might be tempted to eat the prairie chicken, since I like chicken. Maybe I would get a stork instead. The only problem with that would be if he snuck into my fridge and ate any of my Vlassic Pickles. Or delivered me a baby.

Fun fact! The idea for the Vlasic Pickle Stork mascot came about because people used to think that every woman who was pregnant craved pickles. And since there was that story about the stork delivering babies, they had the stork deliver the pickles too. Another fun fact! The Stork sounds like Groucho Marx because Groucho often smoked a cigar, and the pickle stork wielded a pickle like Groucho would a cigar. And yet another fun fact! I own a stuffed animal of the Vlasic Pickle Stork because I love antiquated food mascots and I had it sitting in my college dorm room and several of my apartments for years. I’m weird that way.



Sokko To Me

Thursday, November 19th, 2020 2:51 pm.

Back in the 90’s, I used to frequent weird underground comic book shops that sold illegal bootleg videos of things that you could probably be arrested for owning now. Like, this one place had Make them Die Slowly, which is an Italian cannibal movie which was banned in seven countries. I think they killed actual animals and maybe even actual people making it.

They also had an illegal bootleg copy of Legends of the Superheroes, which was this crappy 70’s variety show that had Adam West and Burt Ward reprising their roles as Batman and Robin, and that was somehow even more horrifying than Make them Die Slowly. I could write fifteen columns just making fun of the only two episodes that were ever made of that show. (If you want to see it now I’m pretty sure it’s on the DC online service.)

But the best thing I ever bought from this place was the entire collection of Johnny Sokko and his Flying Robot on VHS. It’s available widely now, but back in the day, you only heard whispers about it from myths and stories.

I first read about it in a VideoHound movie review book about Sci-Fi. They explained that it was like a children’s show that aired back in the 70’s. It was from Japan and it sounded a lot like Ultraman or Godzilla. Guys in big rubber suits beating the shit out of each other. So naturally I was sold on it immediately .

I bought a bootleg VHS copy of the first couple episodes, then I kept going back every week to buy the rest of them.

It was glorious.

The bad guys are all Nazis who are lead by a guy who has an octopus for a head who tries to destroy the world with an increasingly dumbfounding collection of monsters like a giant flying hand, some giant vicious shrubbery and a giant vampire guy with a blue alien face.

The good guy is a little kid who owns a giant robot that looks like the sphinx who he commands. (I would explain how this happened, but it’s too complicated so you should just watch the show.) Even though Johnny is like six years old, he is immediately recruited by a spy originazation, which also already has a six year old girl working for them for some reason. Which is weird because she doesn’t even have a robot.

Every episode is pretty much the same. The bad guys attack with a big goofy looking rubber monster and Johnny commands the robot to kick the shit out of it.

The octopus headed guy has minions who looks like Destro from G.I Joe and the Hamburgler.

In the episode with the giant alien vampire with the blue head, the robot, who usually just fires missles out of his fingers, somehow gains the ability to shoot giant flaming crucifixes at him!

There are countless machine gun killings in every episode. (Fun fact: The Japanese allow  100% more machine gun killings in their kids shows than we do here in the U.S.)

SPOILER ALERT! In the last episode the octopus headed guy turns into a GIANT octopus headed guy and fights the robot himself. But the robot grabs him, flies him into space, and for some reason, they both explode. Johnny is sad and SO WAS I!

In fact, the last episode of Johnny Sokko and his Flying robot might be even sadder than the last episode of the Mary Tyler Moore Show, when they sing It’s a Long Way to Tipperary.

I mean Mary Tyler Moore turned off the lights to her office and that was sad, but she didn’t fly into space and explode herself while simultaneously  exploding a giant octopus headed guy at the same time.

They played the theme music to the show while he was exploding him, and Johnny was crying . The robot exploded. It turned out the robot had a soul for some reason that they never bothered to explain and he chose to sacrifice himself!  When Johnny cried, I cried.

I’m not gonna lie to ya Moosekateers, I really didn’t expect to be crying about the last episode of a decades old Japanese kids show about  guys dressed in cheap rubber monster costumes punching each other. I also cried watching the last episode of Sailor Moon, but that is understandable because that show was from my era, when I was a teen, and all the Sailor Scouts were cute girls in school girl uniforms with short skirts. So you can see why I’d be broken hearted by it ending.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, even if you are a badass macho man like me (stop laughing) you can still end up welling up, seeing a guy in a crappy robot suit, blowing up a guy in a crappy octopus head guy suit.

So don’t buy bootleg videos kids! Although, I’m probably the only human being who still owns a VCR so that advice is probably moot. So instead I’ll say..ummm..don’t do drugs!