Saturday morning used to be reserved for cartoons and cereal. Big bowls of some grain product liberally mixed with whole milk and coated with refined sugar. That’s the way I remember it.
So I was channel surfing Saturday morning, and up pops the cartoon serial Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I reviewed the first movie, when it came out, and I recall some of the history of the original characters. I wonder though, the original version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was a sarcastic way of parodying the existing comic book & cartoon genre figures.
Imagine that, it went from a distinctly underground parody and flight of imagination to movies, regular press, and eventually, to Saturday morning staples, like cereal. I haven’t looked, but I’ll bet there’s a TMNT box of sugary delight on some store shelves.
I hopped a flight back to Austin, and walked out side rolling my suitcase, toting my computer bag, caught a 50 cent bus downtown, and in the simmering downtown heat, I looked over at the Hideout, and figured that the Saturday fill-in help would be good enough to make me a decent espresso shake. Just what I needed.
Maybe I didn’t really need it, but I enjoyed it, while I was pulling my suitcase on its rollers, through downtown, across the pedestrian bridge and back to Shady Acres. Suitcases on rollers don’t handle gravel very well.
Amy’s on South Congress – at night:
