After posting the blog entry yesterday about Ghostbusters I kept watching the cartoon shows on the DVD and there was an episode where the Ghostbusters capture the three Ghosts of Christmas (from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol) and I started thinking about Scrooge, more like Scrooge McDuck, now most remembered for DuckTales. And I thought about my favorite episode that I had taped a number of years ago, it was the last episode of the first week long story arc which was the introduction to the series and it followed Scrooge’s adventure to finding The Valley of the Golden Sun. I looked it up and I found it on youtube , they actually have the whole week, but I’m going to post the last episode (its cut into three parts) and it is my favorite of all the episodes:

I found this a few weeks ago and it’s been sitting on the desktop to my laptop for that time. I don’t remember where I got it from, I don’t even know what I was looking for when I found it, but I liked it. Its a marshmallow getting its revenge on the humans…

A few weeks ago (let’s be serious a month or so ago) Adam let me borrow his DVD set of The Real Ghostbusters cartoon series. It has five DVDs of the first season of the cartoon series that I grew up on and I started watching it last night while waiting for TNA Impact! to start at nine. I have to say the first two episodes were really rough to get into and the third one barely started before I realized that it was nine and I could watch some wrestling (though not that very good). I vaguely remembered the episodes that I watched, but they did have almost a hundred episodes of the show. But I was afraid that I had crushed the image of show in my mind.

A number of years ago I was extremely excited to see that Disney was putting out the Dinosaurs TV show on DVD and I ran out and purchased the first two seasons on DVD and Melissa and I sat down and watched about two episodes before I shut off the DVD and tossed it into my collection (never to be ressurected again). What I once loved to watch back in the day, I just couldn’t stomach anymore. I used to watch the show soley because of Baby Sinclair and now the Baby was the reason why I couldn’t stand to watch anymore of it. Last night I was afraid that I had reached that point with the Ghostbusters show.

Today, I noticed that the fifth disc had a “Making Of” featurette and I watched it and it was a pretty well made, though too short, featurette and I decided to watch the three episodes that was also with disc 5 and I watched three that I remembered very clearly. I even remembered some lines from the show.

The cartoon reminded me of the toyline and I decided to quickly look up some pics on line of some of the toys and I found these off of Freewebs.com:

the one above was the first “weapon” or ghostbusting toy that my parents bought for me. it projected a ghost onto the screen. I want to say I was four or five when I bought this. I remember the first night I got this we came back from buying it and we went into the TV room of our house and turned off the lights and saw it project onto the walls.

the one above pre-dated the super soaker guns and this was one of my first water guns, but I remember getting this one and chasing poor Mathew around the house with a full tank water.

I saw this article earlier this week on yahoo.com and I thought I’d post it on here. Melissa and I consider Peanut and Cassie to be our furbabies (I guess seeing that Peanut is now 4 years old and Cassie is over 1 they should start being called furkids) but I don’t think we’ve ever gotten as ridiculous as some of the terms that can be read in the article below. I mean, I feel like Peanut is the spitting image of me, brown eyes, brown hair…ok, so maybe not completely…but I don’t think we’ve ever gotten as far as some of the people that this article is talking about.

From yahoo.com:

Are You Raising a Furkid?

• Posted by: Mark Peters
• on October 31, 2009 at 8:00 am

Confusing parenthood and pet ownership: The words of the dog world.

Kids chase fewer squirrels and postal workers than dogs, but the way we pamper our poodles and great danes and mutts has a lot in common with how we treat our toddlers and teens.

Though I try not to over-kid-ify my canine, the bounds of sane dog owner behavior are blurry. I frequently arrange playdates for my rat terrier Monkey, and, I hate to admit, once shoved him into a Dracula costume and took him to a dog party, which included dog cake, dog champagne, and a doggie masseuse (who terrified my pooch—I think Monkey considered her a type of vet). So far, I’ve resisted the call of doga—dog yoga—but who knows what the future will bring?

The pet-as-child mindset is hard to avoid: confusing pet ownership and parenthood is a pervasive aspect of the pet world that’s reflected in money spent, canine behavioral therapists hired, and terms coined, such as “bark mitzvah,” “puppy leave,” and “furkid.” These are just a few lexical symptoms of the weird and intense relationship we have with our dogs.

(FYI: Some of these terms apply to cats too, but since felines have a Darth Vader-like influence on my allergy-prone respiratory system, I keep my distance. I suspect cat people have been traveling a parallel road).

One way the child-ification of dogs can be seen is the importation of parenting lingo like “playdate” and “potty training,” which are often and casually used. In other cases, new words are coined. Paul McFedries’ The Word Spy records several parent-y pet terms, such as “latchkey dog” (a dog left unmonitored in the streets or at home alone), “pupperware” (dog toys, clothes, and other paraphernalia sold at tupperware-like parties), and “puppy leave” (much like baby leave, but with a barkier infant).

Plenty of others turn up on Grant Barrett’s Double Tongued Dictionary, such as “pawsenger” (a dog on a plane), “pawspice” (canine hospice), and “puppy pawty,” which is similar to a “bark mitzvah”—a dog celebration observed with varying degrees of seriousness, sometimes at the dog’s thirteenth year.

A lot of dog lingo is euphemistic yet not especially goofy. Playful puppy biting is “nipping,” the cage used to train puppies is a “crate,” and peeing from excitement is “sprinkling.” Other euphemisms are much sillier. While I sympathize with pitbull owners who want to change the image of their dogs, I don’t know if “petbull” is going to fool anyone. Similarly, if “mutt” is hurting your dog’s self-esteem, the terms “canine cocktail,” “party pup,” and “unbreed” are available, though not recommended, at least by me. You’d think “mutt” would have been elevated forever after President Obama said, in regards to needing a hypoallergenic dog breed,  “…our preference would be to get a shelter dog, but obviously a lot of shelter dogs are mutts, like me.”

The king of canine euphemisms—as well as the most clear example of pet/kid confusion—has to be the word “furkid,” which appeals to folks who don’t like the word “pet,” and think “companion animal” doesn’t go far enough. Before starting this article, I hoped that “furkid” was a linguistic urban myth, but many use this word unselfconsciously and frequently. Recent tweets include mentions of “My baby furkid Toto” and “the joys of furkid parenthood,” as well as the admonition that there “…should be no fighting in front of the furkid.” There are also related terms such as “furbaby” and “furparent,” not to mention “humom” (a human mom with pets).

Why such forced, artificial, barf-worthy language? Well, for many pet owners, no amount of cutesiness is too much. The cuteness-craving impulse animating “purp” (a word that alters “pup” much as “lurve” modifies “love”) probably has something to do with the existence of “furkid” too.

But no matter how goofy or pretentious some of these terms seem, they’re inspired by a love for canines. Maybe that love gets a little out of hand—no dog really wants to be an Ewok for Halloween, no matter how perfect he looks—but “Must Love Dogs” is a way of life as well as a movie for many of us.

Odd words are just a harmless byproduct.

I mean, we’ve dressed them both up for Halloween, taken them for Santa pictures at Christmas, given them birthday presents and eaten their birthday cakes…so, I guess we’re furparents or whatever, but we’re not as crazy as other people and I think we’re both happy about that…

–Cos

So, recently I’ve been playing some of those games on facebook like Rollercoaster Kingdom and Cafe World and most recently Farmville; which is about being a farmer and growing and raising your own farm. Someone sent me a rabbit as a gift so I took a picture of it. So, now I have a rabbit that I post pictures of in real life and one on the computer:

I’ve actually been spending a lot more time playing Rollercoaster Kingdom, I used to love Rollercoaster Tycoon and this game is kind of like that one.

–Cos

PS actually, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a digital rabbit, I used to have a Digital Peanut Chew on myspace which I took a video of and posted on youtube, which I’ll post below:

I just thought about the last time that I, personally, have been on myspace and I want to say that its been almost two years. Melissa goes on my profile every now and then, but I don’t even know what myspace looks like. I think the world is in love with facebook now…

So, today I went for a dental appointment (at a new dentist) and while I was waiting for my teeth to be cleaned by the hygienist and another lady that works in the office came over and took a picture of me. I thought maybe they liked to put the picture on their folders or something. I don’t know. So I asked and she said that they’ll put the picture into a computer and print out a picture of what I’d look like with Lumineers, its apparently a new thing that they’ve been doing for people when they come in for a check up. I didn’t get a chance to see the picture when I left because the computer wasn’t working but Melissa was going a little later and she picked up the pictures and I actually thought it be funny to post them here.

Before:

And what could be possible:

 Side by side:

 I’m not going to do it, I just thought it be funny to post the pics of the pictures on here.

–Cos