Hoc Est Qui Sumus (discoflamingo) wrote,
Hoc Est Qui Sumus
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Three Fingers of Nostalgia, Please

So, I got back from Japan house about two hours ago, after I finished watching The Dark Crystal with Slivey, who, at the tender age of 22, has never seen it before. But you know what? I hadn't seen it in, perhaps too long. It's not The Neverending Story - that was my first mental mistake.

For somebody trying to shed their inner conception of dualism, it's a hard movie to watch. For somebody trying to re-kindle the awe and wonder of being five and having the world be a fantastically wonderful place where all you needed were a couple sticks and you could be knights and wizards, it was like The Godfather . For film buffs. Or mafiosos. Or something.

I'm getting old. There was a time in my life when entertainment was five things - Saturday morning cartoons, books, the after-school robot hour, Nintendo, and story-time / Lego time with Mom/Dad. There are people at Mac who don't remember The Adventures of Teddy Ruxpin, Fluppies, Winnie the Pooh, Pound Puppies, Transformers, Voltron, He-Man, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Rainbow Brite, G.I. Joe, Snorks, Garfield and Friends, Pinwheel, David the Gnome, Care Bears, Ducktales, shit, I could keep going for a long time. People who never saw The Secret of N.I.M.H., The Neverending Story, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal; people who never played Castlevania, Zelda, Metroid, Deadly Towers, or Mega Man. Remember those little jelly shoes that girls wore in first and second grade for presumably no reason? Those bookmarks-what-snap-around-your-wrist things? When kids had lunchboxes? When you drew pictures of anything and everything if you ever got your hands on that crayon set with the built-in sharpener and more than 24 colors? When you made weapons out of legos during recess, and the teacher didn't care, because she didn't know what a sai was, because she wasn't a Turtles fan.

Remember running around the playground "playing Transformers?" This was apparently a game that everybody within fifty miles of home knew how to play - you argued about who got to be Optimus Prime, and then you all pretended to be Transformers, and "made the noises", and tried not to Transform too much, because that would be pretentious - even for a five-year-old.

Maybe you don't - but I sure as hell do. Hmmm.

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