This is quite strange timing, but last night my boyfriend and I compared nostalgia on Youtube. For him it was Button Moon and Jazz Jackrabbit. For me, Dogtanian and Descent. The weird shit you watch as a kid...turns out a cartoon I really liked, about a tiger called Sinbad who has to fight a revolution (yes, I watched political cartoons as a 3 year old, it would seem) is the most thinly-veiled Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam propaganda I have ever come across. And my parents let me watch it. Huh.
Cartoons I watched after age 5 just made me feel weird though. We had two videotapes we watched over and over - Gummi Bears and, though it seemed perfectly normal at the time, Queen of the Amazon. I blame the latter for my extreme aversion to leeches. Gummi Bears, in retrospect, was ****ed up. Like really bad. I am shuddering.
I think my inner child is dead though. I don't remember Dogtanian's little girlfriend looking quite so stoned, though I do remember him cutting the apple up. I suppose there's no way to preserve the purity of it unless you avoid very old, very nostalgic material altogether. What's that rule called? I know it has a name. Where you change the substance itself purely by observing it.
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