Tuesday, March 16, 2010


The second post in this three part series is just some random pics I found on the internet. I thought they were pretty funny. Hope you enjoy, Notelgge.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


We at Pater’s Potpourri are the first ones to admit when we make a mistake, so it is with shame in our hearts that we must admit we have been remiss. In the nearly 6 months we have been in existence we have yet to mention anything related to the mother of all children’s shows, Sesame Street. And for a site pertaining to all things children, this is inexcusable. But we at Pater’s Potpourri stand ready to correct our short comings, and are proud to announce our SESAME STREET extravaganza. That’s right, three consecutive posts related to all things Sesame Street! And what better way to start off this extravaganza than with a classic like, Follow That Bird. Sure, these days Sesame Street has taken a serious blow at the hands of a little red shit named Elmo and political correctness, but when I was a kid it was golden; and this movie represents one of the high points in it’s history.
Now FTB gotta a crappy (non-anamorphic widescreen) DVD release a few years ago, but the new 25th Anniversary DVD is given a proper anamorphic transfer, and the picture quality is considerably better, too. The colors are reasonably bright and vivid throughout, and this is the first time since the movies release that one has been able to watch it in widescreen. But let’s get on with the plot.

"You wanna put that thing where??"
Follow That Bird is a road movie starring one of Sesame Street's best known residents, the perpetually six year-old Big Bird. It follows his attempts to find his way back home, after a nosy social worker (named Miss Finch), convinces him to move in with a family of Dodo birds in Oceanview, Illinois. Miss Finch assumes since Big Bird is surrounded by a bunch of Puerto Ricans, Blacks, number loving vampires, wooly mammoths, furry blue cookie addicts, and homos named Ernie and Bert; instead of other birds, there is no possible way he could be happy. The only problem is the Dodo family (whose two children happen to be aptly named Donnie and Marie), turn out to be a bunch fucking morons, who are ten times worse than any of the freaks you might encounter on Sesame Street. And despite trying his best to enjoy his new surroundings, Big Bird quickly becomes homesick and decides to hitch a ride on the midnight express and find his way home. Upon hearing this, all his friends band together and head out across America to find their beloved Big Bird; of course hijinks ensue.
There are also plenty of cameos along the way, Dave Thomas and Joe Flaherty (of SCTV fame) play the Brothers Sleaze; two bumbling grifters who exploit children and run a third-rate carnival. Chevy Chase also makes and appearance as a idiotic news anchor and Sandra Bernhard as a bitchy waitress in a grouch diner. John Candy (also of SCTV fame) shows up to play a policeman, and we are also treated to a song from cocaine, country superstar Waylon Jennings.
Now, adults may not find Follow That Bird as entertaining as they did when they were children, but if you now have little ones of your own, they’re assured to love it. And the absolute best thing about this DVD is, although Elmo is featured prominently on the cover, that annoying little menstrual rag is almost completely absent from the movie (he’s only seen once in the background) and for that reason alone, FTB deserves 5 out 5 beers!

Thursday, February 25, 2010


So, my little girl is in the process of cutting her first teeth. Which means there is myriad of symptoms to deal with: low grade fevers, inflamed gums, loose stools (a.k.a. Hershey squirts), irritability and excessive drooling (why is nothing with children easy?). I’ve read that some children go through teething without any apparent problem, at all. But that sounds like a bunch of horse shit to me. I have yet to meet a parent who has had this experience. It sounds like one of those phony stories made up by parents who think that they’ve given birth to the next Einstein. You know the ones that can never shut up about how brilliant there kid is. Meanwhile, the kid is sitting in the corner eating his own snot; or worse yet, someone else’s. But, once again, I digress.
So, inevitably your asking: Notelgge, when will my little angel’s first pearly whites start to poke through? Well don’t worry, as usual, Pater’s Potpourri is here with everything you need to know. Most babies get their first tooth at around 6 months, but your child's chompers may appear as early as 3 months or as late as 14, depending on such factors as whether you and your baby’s mom are related (just fucking around with that last part, don’t send me any letters). Typically, babies get their teeth in pairs. First come the middle two on the bottom. A month or so later, the two above those arrive.

Many people believe excessive drooling is a sure sign of tooth development, but those people are fools. Excessive drooling is a normal developmental stage of infancy, so don't ASSume that drooling means teething. There's no way to tell whether your baby's extra spittle is the result of teething or not, but it might be if your baby is also fussy at night.
Tooth eruption (when the tooth moves through the bone and gum) tends to occur more at night than during the day, so your baby may be more irritable then.
Ear pulling can also herald emerging teeth. Pain from the jaw often gets transferred to the ear canal. But, as with all things baby, it is never a definite; tugging can also be the sign of an ear infection.
Personally, I knew something was up when my little girl would start to suck on her bottle, than immediately pull away and cry. It turns out the activity of sucking puts uncomfortable pressure on the gums and ear canals. Which is really shitty when your kid is used to drifting off to slumber-land with a bottle in their mouth. Fortunately, there are dozens of remedies for teething children. But you may need to try a few methods to see what works best for your child. The pressure of an emerging tooth is often relieved by counter-pressure, so teething babies often want to chomp on things. Plastic teethers seem to be popular, but my daughter has yet to take to these. And I know my generation grew up with these things being thrown in the freezer, but doctors now warn that frozen toys may be too harsh on an infant's sensitive gums, opt for the refrigerator instead. Some people swear by carrots, and frozen bananas, but don’t be an idiot. They may appeal to a baby's intense urge to chew, but when gnawed on long enough they can break apart creating a choking hazard. And sure, maybe grandma used to rub a little whiskey on your old-man’s gums, but I wouldn’t recommend that either. Even tiny amounts of alcohol can be poisonous to a baby.
A lady my baby’s mama works with swears by a wet, frozen washcloth (leave one end dry so the baby can get a good grip). The thick fabric feels good, and the icy cold numbs sore gums. Others swear by topical oral anesthetics like Ora-jel, but I found these to be useless. I even tried it on myself as a matter of science. It gave the effect of rubbing cocaine on ones gums, and as far as I’m concerned children don’t need that sensation till they go to college.
In my experience, when my daughters gums are hurting (and when they are she becomes inconsolable), the best trick is a popsicle and infant acetaminophen. The sweetness is an instant distraction, and the icy cold numbs the gums until the baby Tylenol has a chance to kick in. It works like magic every time. I go for a fruit juice pop like the ones they got at Trader Joes. At least this way my baby’s teeth won’t rot out of her head before she can even walk. I definitely recommend giving it a try.
In summation, from what I’ve read the teething process lasts about two years, but after the first few teeth come in, the process tends to be much less painful. Whether that’s true or not I have yet to find out, but for all of our sakes, I hope it’s true.
This is Notelgge, signing out. Peace and love.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


I wish to apologize to my loyal readers. I know it’s been awhile since my last post, but life and work have been getting in the way of writing, lately. My baby girl just hit her seventh month mark, and she is getting more vocal, mobile (she now rolls across the floor) and demanding of my time. But I suppose that’s part of fatherhood, though. Your priorities change. The time you once spent watching TV, or reading in the evening, is now occupied by patty cake and chunky board books with their thick pages; and the hours and days seem to roll away like so many marbles spilled across the floor-- but the truth is, you wouldn’t have it any other way. But I digress.
Since my daughter is now showing a greater interest in the books and stories I read her (shrilling in delight at the mere sight of a book), I decided to make this post of the literary sort and focus on one of my favorite childhood books; The Little Golden Book classic, Hansel and Gretel. As far as I can tell this book is out of print and if I had to guess one reason why, I would have to say it had something to do with the books dark nature. Which is a real shame considering it has some beautiful art work by renowned children’s artist Eloise Wilkin, not to mention the story just kicks ass.
It’s one of those old-school stories that isn’t worried about scarring children. As far as I’m concerned, children have it way too easy these days. They live in a hermetically sealed bubble that doesn’t prepare them for the real world. We didn’t have plastic safety scissors when I was a kid, or car safety seats for fucking school-aged children, or the v-chip, or any other of the crap that is turning America’s children into a ineffective group of plump vaginas, but somehow we all survived.

The story of Hansel and Gretel is one of those rare books that give children an unapologetic glimpse of the world. It’s a story that lets children know the world is full of evil, and you better be on your toes if you expect to make it out in one piece. I’m not advocating we leave our children to the wolves, by any means, but the sooner you show them our society isn’t all Elmo and apricots; the better off they’ll be. But once again, I digress.
Hansel and Gretel is a medieval fairytale, recorded by the Brothers Grimm, about two young children who out smart a witch. The story starts in the cottage of a dirt-poor woodcutter, as his evil-bitch of a wife convinces him to abandon his children in the woods, as there is not enough food to feed the whole family. Proving once again, some simple motherfuckers will do anything for the pussy.

The next day the evil stepmother leads the to children out into the woods to die, but Hansel, being smarter than the average German boy, leaves a trail of pebbles back to the house enabling him and his sister to find their way home. The stepmother, being dumb as shit and angry as hell, attempts the same plan again This time Hansel (being fresh out of rocks) leaves a trail of bread-crumbs that get eaten by birds, leaving the two children lost in the woods.
Unable to find their way home, Hansel and Gretel wander around the forest (hungrier than hostages) until they stumble across a candied gingerbread house, which they begin to eat . Unbeknown to them it is the house of an evil old witch who eats children. She lures them inside, only to throw Hansel in a cage and force Gretel to do housework. The witch feeds Hansel the “best kind of food” with the intention of fattening him up, while Gretel is left to do housework all day. Seeing how the witch’s eyesight is pretty bad, she feels Hansel’s finger daily to see if he is fat enough to eat yet, but Hansel (showing his ingenuity again) holds out a chicken bone instead of his real finger, and buys himself some time. Eventually the witch gets tired of waiting and says fuck it, and has Gretel light the oven to cook her brother. After a while, the witch tells Gretel to check if the fire is hot enough and Gretel replies she doesn’t know how. The witch calls her stupid and puts her own head in the oven (not one of her better ideas) in an attempt to show Gretel how. But wouldn’t you know it, quicker than flies Gretel comes up behind her, kicks her in, and slams the door shut; burning the old bitch to a crisp. After Gretel lets her brother out of his cage, they fill their pockets with jewels from the witch’s hoard and decide to find their way home. Coincidentally, as they wonder through the forest, they happen to meet their ecstatic father who has been searching for them tirelessly. They are informed that their evil stepmother has gone away forever (one gets the feeling she was actually the witch, but it is never stated outright), and seeing how they are now rich they can all live happily ever after.
According to Wikipedia Hansel and Gretel is one of the first cases of industrial espionage. Supposedly, “during medieval times when the story happened, the patent system was not in place yet and all trade secrets were handed down as family lore. Allegedly, the recipe for gingerbread was one such trade/family secret and the villagers sent out two children, i.e. Hansel and Gretel, to spy on the woman who owned the recipe. The children were caught by the woman and incarcerated but well fed. The villagers, however, came to their rescue and in the process killed and burned the baker. The tale was spun as a cover-up for the crime.” I don’t know whether this story is true or not, but its interesting none the least, and a perfect ending to this post. Five out of five beers.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

UP, a real let down

I know there is currently a lot of Oscar buzz centered around Pixar’s Up, and people have been treating it like the second coming of Christ, even going as far as saying it may take best picture, but to tell you the truth I can’t see why. The film centers around a curmudgeony old widower named Carl, and a young overeager "wilderness explorer" named Russell, who fly to South America in a house suspended from balloons. The story is your typical young kid brings old hermit out of their shell story, except this time it’s in a floating house--wow! Oh, how could I forget, there is also a talking dog, and he gets pretty annoying too.
Sure it looks really nice, but I can’t say I see any vast improvement in this movie (visually) from Wall-e or Cars. In my opinion Pixar phoned this one in. Aside from Wall-e, I really feel the company has been on a slight downward spiral. What could we expect though with the imperialistic Disney Satanists now at the helm (Disney purchased Pixar in 2006). They ruined their own animation empire, so I guess they figured it was time they ruin someone else’s. Undoubtedly, your children will love it, but as parents (who inadvertenly have to watch these movies anyway) we deserve more.
"I swear, my penis is this big!"
Thankfully, in a mid-December surprise, both the New York Film Critics Circle and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association named “Fantastic Mr. Fox” the best animated movie of 2009. But, the Oscar race is far from over. Nominations will be announced on Feb. 2 and the awards given on March 7. And despite UP’s many shortcomings, I would be very surprised if it didn’t walk away with at least one of those little gold, art-deco, knights. Two out of five beers.

Sunday, January 17, 2010


If you have been following, I’ve been in a “theme” mood lately. I had a couple of posts revolving around baby shit, and since my last post featured an eco-friendly book about the dangers of deforestation, I figured I’d stay in that vein, and write a review on a movie about the unsavory world of animal-testing. I know neither of these things sound like kid friendly material, but you’d be surprised what sources people can mine for children’s books and movies (I’m still holding out for that very special Curios George, where the man in the big yellow hat, contracts ebola from George and bleeds through his eyes and nipples). At any rate, this post is about the animated classic, The Secret of NIMH.
This is one of my favorite movies (children’s or otherwise), and is the brainchild of Don Bluth (one of the truly great animators, as far as I’m concerned). It saddens my heart to know there is a whole generation out their right now, completely unaware of this great visionary. Bluth was originally an artist at Disney (his mark is evident in films like Disney’s Robin Hood and The Sword in The Stone) and he is also the creative force behind the arcade classic Dragon’s Lair, which you are likely familiar with if you ever spent anytime in an arcade during the early eighties (if not, you probably occupy a cave in Afghanistan).

This movie is based on Robert C. O'Brien's award-winning book, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of N.I.M.H. It centers on Mrs. Brisby (a timid widowed mouse) seeking the aid of a colony of super-intelligent rats (that she unknowingly has ties to), to help relocate the Brisby family's home, under emergency conditions when her son Timmy is too ill to move. The movie is suspenseful and somewhat dark, but the in my opinion, the best children’s books often are; including intense scenes of animal cruelty and experimentation. It’s not the often sugar-coated world of a Disney movie princess, but instead a more realistic painting of a person (or mouse rather), dealing with real problems, made even more poignant (in my eyes at least) by our country’s current state of affairs. I think the story is more than capable of standing on its own as a classic, but it’s the animation that makes this movie truly great.

This was Don Bluth’s first movie (and what many consider his great masterpiece) and as such he set out with the explicit goal of returning feature animation to its “golden era”, concentrating on strong characters and story, and experimenting with unusual and often more labor-intensive animation techniques. Among the techniques experimented with on The Secret of NIMH were multiple passes on the camera to achieve transparent shadows, and backlit animation (where animated mattes are shot with light shining through color gels to produce glowing areas for artificial light and fire effects), multiple color palettes for characters to fit in different lighting situations, from daylight, to night, to warm environments to underwater. Mrs. Brisby had 46 different lighting situations, therefore there were 46 different color palettes for her, giving the animation a lush quality lacking in most animation.
If you or your child are unfamiliar with Don Bluth and his work, I feel it’s high time you become acquainted, and what better place to start than The Secret of NIMH. Five out of five beers.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Long before it was trendy to “go green”. And long before the world was full of granola chewing pseudo-hippies, patchouli stinking tree huggers, and barefoot bitches with dirty feet and hairy pits; Dr. Seuss was doing his part to save the planet. That’s right, The Lorax (who bears an uncanny resemblance to Wilford Brimley of Cocoon fame) is probably my favorite Dr. Seuss book, and I only care about the planet remotely. That in itself, should speak volumes about the strength of this book. It’s absent of the usual spontaneous madness associated with the good old Dr., but so is the boredom he often induced (in parents) with one nonsensical rhyme after another. Instead we’re left with a book which not only has weight and purpose, but is a joy to read with children.

The story opens with a boy going to the shitty end of town to visit the Once-ler (our faceless, bodiless narrator) and learn about the Lifted Lorax. The now remorseful Once-ler recounts on how he first arrived where they now stand, back then a colorful forest full of fantastical creatures and trees with woolly tufts called Truffulas. Smitten by the beauty of these gorgeous trees he greedily chops them down to produce and mass-market a strange garment called Thneeds ("It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove. It's a hat.") a thing that he insists "everyone needs". As the demand for Thneeds grows the trees and animals swiftly disappear. The Lorax, self-proclaimed “tongue of the trees”, repeatedly warns the Once-ler, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. Eventually the land is left scorched and desolate and the Lorax lifts himself, by the seat of his own furry ass, and floats away through a hole in the smog, leaving the Once-ler alone to contemplate his fuck-ups.

At this point and time, I find it necessary to interject, and spout yet another one of my brilliant theories, indulge me if you will. It's no secret that Seuss was a raging liberal and I am certain, without a doubt, that The Lorax is living proof of this (check out my Green Eggs and Ham review for further proof), it's all in the subtext. Observe the facts: the title character roundly rejects the American tenets of hard work, the pursuit of happiness, and free enterprise; and more than once the Lorax is referred to as being lifted (for you squares out there, that’s slang for high), and who likes to get high more than flag burning liberals. Moreover, the Bar-ba-loots look strangely familiar to The Grateful Dead’s dancing bears, and we all know The Grateful Dead is the band of choice for morally bankrupt hippies. Not to mention the book is chock full of brightly colored undulating illustrations reminiscent of an LSD trip. So, if you have no qualms about you child growing-up, chaining themselves to a tree, and changing their name to Rainbow, then I highly suggest you run out and purchase a copy of The Lorax. It recieves my "highest" honor, five out of five beers.

Monday, January 4, 2010


My loyal fans will undoubtedly remember that my last post ended on a stinky note. And since then, I haven't been able to stop thinking about the last six months and the myriad of changes my daughters excrement has gone through. I don’t know, maybe I’m becoming a fecalpheliac. Perhaps I’ll find myself scouring the internet at 3 in the morning looking for the fabled TWO GIRLS ONE CUP video. At any rate, I gotta get this “shit” off my chest. So, I’ve decided to dedicate this whole post to baby shit in all its glory. And I promise, this will be the last time you hear me talk about shit--for a while at least.
Baby crap is pretty strange, the consistency changes a lot, as does the color and texture. Its like a stinky ass present from your great aunt with dementia, you never know what you are gonna get. The flavors are as follows:
Meconium: Your baby's first turd is a greenish-blackish goop that looks like tar. It's composed of materials ingested during the time the infant spends in the uterus: intestinal epithelial cells, lanugo, mucus, amniotic fluid, bile, and water. Meconium is almost sterile and has no odor. It’s thick and goopy but, surprisingly, doesn't stain (sorry, no finger painting). It will take a day or two to pass. After that the poops will be transitional --maybe greenish and yellowish at the same time, and highly variable in consistency.
Breast-Fed Crap: If you breastfeed, your baby will have mustardy yellow poop with a highly variable consistency, sometimes it will look curdy like scrambled eggs, other times it will be seedy (like your baby has been living on a diet of sesame seeds, its fucking weird). Very watery poop in breast-fed babies may look like diarrhea to the layman, but on the contrary, is perfectly normal. And as mentioned in a previous post (Battle of the Butt Wipes) breast-fed shit has next to no odor (thank God).
Bottle-Fed Shit: Bottle-fed poop is usually more brown in color, as well as more odorous (a lot more odorous). Its texture and consistency is also highly variable, but it seems to lean towards a pudding of some sort.
When a Baby Starts Solids: From what I hear, I haven’t reached this stage in fatherhood yet, solid foods will make your baby's shit change radically. You'll see a lot of what the baby eats again in its diaper (“reruns”) and his/her movements may be highly irregular as baby’s intestines learn to digest new foods. And if I had to guess, I bet the odor will increase ten fold, based on previous experience. Baby shit, like vampires, seems to get stronger with age.
So, as you can see, you never know what your gonna get. You might get explosive bowel movements ("projectile poopy") every 20 minutes, or no poop for days (beware when it finally comes). Some babies poop in their sleep, some as they nurse. Some worry their parents for weeks and then have five explosive shits in half an hour (oh joy!). Fortunately, as your baby's intestines mature, it will probably crap less frequently. Try not to worry too much about your baby having "regular" bowel movements. My daughter once went four days without so much as a fart. As long as the baby seems happy, it's probably pooping the number of times it needs to.
Well, I hope you have found this tutorial as cathartic as I have, and I look forward to “shooting the shit” with y’all again real soon. Until next time, this is Notelgge, peace.

Saturday, December 26, 2009


One of the reasons I created this blog was to help others. Last year, when I found out my girlfriend was pregnant, I started reading any book I could get my hands on in an attempt to
better prepare myself for fatherhood. What I found was a sea of literature geared towards women. Maybe there would be a couple of pages in the back for expectant fathers, but they were pity pages more than anything, or instructions on how to dote on our significant others. Something to make us feel like we mattered as well. But the sad truth is, no one cares about the fathers. We’re second class citizens. After the conception, the world at large views our roles in the pregnancy as inconsequential. As long as we hang around and bring home the bacon, nothing else really matters.
The only book I found of any significance was The Expectant Father by Arim A. Brott, and Jennifer Ash. And although this is definitely the best book out there for soon-to-be fathers, sadly, I still found it lacking. It was sugar coated and watered down (but at least it didn’t make the assumption that all people having a baby are married), I like my info like my booze--100 proof.
That’s why I’ve compiled this list. It’s the shit that no one tells you, the shit you won’t find in any book, raw and uncut. Feel free to comment and add to it. Because fatherhood is a wild ride, and sooner or later we all need fucking help.

1. YOUR SEX LIFE IS OVER (at least for a little while)

"Anyone got another quarter?"

You’ll be jacking off A LOT! Sure you may have been going at it like a couple of velociraptors in heat before the baby came, most likely your chick was hornier than a dog with two dicks, but that’s all over now. As a matter of fact, for the next couple of months, her snatch is going to look like a pound of ground round that had a firecracker in it. And after that, the baby is sure to get in the way of any love making attempts (trust me, I know). So essentially, you’ll be back to dating Rosie Palm and her five sisters. My suggestion is you start visiting youporn and xtube, two totally free sites where you can view porn till your little hearts content and your hand is sore.


"What's your name cutie?"

All the guys at work kept telling me how lucky I was, to be having a kid, because chicks love babies. “Wait till you go to the mall,” they said. “You’ll have to fight them off with a stick!” What they failed to mention was, I’d have to fight them off with a stick because, they’d look like they starred in Night of the Living Dead. Trust me, it’s never the swimsuit model with the low cut blouse and the enormous tits that wants to come over and pinch your baby’s cheeks. It’s the crusty old cunt with three teeth and a moustache. And they never ask, they just come over and do it like it’s their god given right, just because they’ve been around since Moby Dick was a minnow.


"Yummy! Yum! Yum!"

Yes, just like The Exorcist, only it comes out the other end. At first I thought my child was special, like a mutant or something, and maybe I would be able to exploit this uncanny ability for profit. But after talking to a few of my friends with kids, I found out this is actually quite a common occurrence. Kids across America are squirting hot mustard, for distance, as we speak. Why does no one tell you these things? It’s like there is some big conspiracy to cover the truth up about babies. Maybe they’re scared people will stop reproducing if they know the truth, and it will be the end of the human race. I don’t know. But like I said, tell me your stories. I know there is some shit I missed, so comment away. Until next time, this is Notelgge signing out, peace.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


Watching these shows as a kid I never realized how gay they were. I mean they’re REALLY gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that, who ever you wanna suck and fuck is your business, so don’t send me your cry-baby letters calling me a homophobe). But let me break it down, first off you have Price Adam, your typical closet case. I mean, the guy wears a pink vest and lilac colored tights, for Christ’s sake. Not to mention he has a big green kitty for a pet and his best friend (Man-At-Arms) sports a porno moustache and wears a helmet that looks like the tip of my dick. And if your not convinced yet, check this out, when shit gets too heavy for the prissy Prince Adam; what does he do? He raises aloft his mighty “sword” and morphs into a beefy, tanned-out, leather fag! Just when you think his outfit couldn’t get any gayer, this dude comes out in a pair of furry panties, boots and a harness! And riddle me this, who is his number one enemy? A skeleton; as in I am fighting the skeleton in my closet. And never once did I see him try to put the moves on that fine-ass Teela or the Sorceress. Those hoes were begging for cock, dressing like that.
"Who wants a moustache ride?"

But homosexual undertones aside, this show managed to meld two of my favorite genres together seamlessly, sword & sorcery with Star Wars-esque sci-fi. The only other show to successfully do this would be Thundarr the Barbarian (which unfortunately, at this time, has still yet to be released to DVD). Another interesting fact is, both of these shows only lasted two seasons. Although Masters of the Universe had a highly prolific run consisting of two seasons of 65 episodes each, Thundarr only boasted a paltry 21 episodes total. Perhaps it was a right-wing conspiracy, like Jerry Falwell’s persecution of the gender-bending Tinky Winky. But I digress. At any rate, I was totally obsessed with He-Man as a kid. I had all the toys. And I was thrilled when they released the show on DVD.
He-Man originally aired in 1983, and was created by Filmation (the same guys to bring us Fat Albert and Star Trek The Animated Series). It was a daily syndicated series based on the line of toys from Mattel. Many critics have put He-Man on blast for being nothing more than 30-minute toy commercials, with cheap animation. I happen to disagree, I think He-man has pretty good stories for an 80’s cartoon (you ever seen a episode of Care Bears, now that’s a bunch of crap) and the synth score is hella tight. Sure, Filmation may have cut corners by rotoscoping and re-using the same animated sequences over and over again, but you would have to be blinder than the bastard child of Helen Keller and Ray Charles, not to appreciate those long establishing shots in which the camera would slowly pan across a wide, extremely detailed, background painting. Those paintings were sick and you know it! They’d make Frazetta proud.

“Filmation also pioneered other animation technologies, including backlighting effects for the first time in American animation (they were already in use in Japan), including moirĂ© effects to represent energy fields; a technique that was later used in He-Man. They also pioneered a unique method of generating 3-D vehicle animation by filming white-outlined black miniatures against black backgrounds using a computerized motion-control camera and high-contrast film, then printing the negatives onto acetate frame-by-frame to create animation cells which were then hand-painted. This produced a dynamic, three-dimensional effect which had never been seen in cell animation before and predated the modern use of 3-D computer animation for vehicles in 2-D animated productions (although it had a distinctive "flicker" to it as some of the painted lines went in and out of visibility as the miniatures moved).”
"Ouch, these tights are riding!"

I feel He-Man is pretty timeless (well, maybe not timeless, but it’s held up pretty well to this point), and even though I have yet to watch it with my own daughter, I have watched with my niece and nephew (9 and 4 respectively) and they both loved it. The stories also feature a moral lesson at he end of ever episode (something that was very prevalent during the eighties), I suppose in an attempt to tone down the rabid homosexuality that persists throughout, and keep the Christians at bay. And what kid couldn’t use a little morality these days. And for those of you pussies out there that think He-Man is too violent, that was just some nonsense cooked up by bored housewives in the 80’s, who had nothing better to do with their time when they ran out of cooking sherry to drink. The average Sponge-Bob episode has more violence than a He-Man cartoon. And I picked up The Best of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe at Walmart for 5 bucks. It features five of the best episodes from season one, five of the best episodes from season two, and all-new documentary featurettes that shed some light on the making of this classic animated series. So, all in all (even though this show is gayer than cum on a sailors moustache), I have to give The Best of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, five out of five beers.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009


I suppose I could get all collegiate on your ass and tell you how Green Eggs and Ham is an allegory for big government’s intrusion into our personal lives. It starts with an annoying little imp named “Sam” (who is obviously an allusion to Uncle Sam and a member of the thought police) intruding on a citizen reading a book. This quest for knowledge, by an average citizen, undeniably threatens the powers that be. So, Sam sees fit to feed this citizen (who apparently isn’t even worthy of a name) a steaming plate of rotting meat and eggs in the place of knowledge. In an attempt to retain his sense of identity and escape this home invasion, the poor citizen flees his domicile with Sam in hot pursuit. Over the span of the next 46 pages, Sam badgers, harangues and essentially endangers the citizens life by hitting him with his car, driving him up a tree, and then onto the roof of a moving train, only to be smashed into a ship at sea. Finally, our nameless protagonist, physically and morally defeated submits and eats the rotting plate of protein. And to the disgust of any healthy minded reader, not only does our fallen hero like the putrified (in every sense of the word) meat, but he loves it! And in one fell swoop democracy dies.

"Rotten meat anyone?!"

Therefore, the undeniable lesson of this book is, one must conform to social pressure or terrible things will happen to you. And in the end, not only will you eat the rotten shit the government feeds you anyway, but you’ll like it. Hell, you’ll love it! So, essentially this book is 1984 for children. But for those of you who prefer not to read between the lines, I guess this book is about the importance of getting your kids to try new foods, because they might actually like them. Either way this is a great book for children and the fourth bestselling children's book of all time.
Pretty impressive seeing how the book only uses a combination of 50 different words, being: a, am, and, anywhere, are, be, boat, box, car, could, dark, do, eat, eggs, fox, goat, good, green, ham, here, house, I, if, in, let, like, may, me, mouse, not, on, or, rain, Sam, say, see, so, thank, that, the, them, there, they, train, tree, try, will, with, would, you, fuck. Just kidding, fuck isn’t in there, but it should be!
At any rate, every kid deserves a least one Dr. Seuss book, and I can’t find one reason why it shouldn’t be this one. As such, five out of five beers. And remember, Big Brother is watching.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

AYE, OH, LETS GO: YO GABBA GABBA tv show review

After wading through the sea of shit that is children’s programming, it’s nice to see something that isn’t fucking brain dead. Most kid’s shows, especially the ones geared towards pre-schoolers, are like watching paint dry at the DMV while getting butt fucked by the devil.
Thankfully Christian Jacobs (frontman for the cult band The Aquabats), and Scott Schultz (singer for the indie-pop band Majestic) pooled their money together and got this show off the ground.
With guest stars like Rhazel, Elijah Wood, Jack Black, and The Roots; an opening theme song (a kind of Hawaiian twang) that sounds strangely familiar to the begining of the Pee Wee’s Playhouse theme, art segments by Mark Mothersbaugh (lead singer of 80’s new wave band Devo) who has composed for everything from Rugrats to Rushmore, and a local L.A. club DJ (Lance Rock) for a host--Yo Gabba Gabba is definitely the freshest show around for pre-schoolers and their hipster parents. Part HR Puff ‘n’ Stuff, part Dee Lite, part Sesame Street, part hip-hop beats, part old-skool video game graphics--how can you not like a kids show, that has a title, that sounds like it should be a Ramones’ song.
The show’s opening proclamation touts “Yo Gabba Gabba enhances preschoolers social skills and self awareness, and uses interactive games to expand their musical and kinesthetic skills”. I don’t know if any of this is true, but my five month old daughter seems to love it (and so do I). She shrills and flays about anytime she sees it, and will even sit through a whole episode if in the proper mood. Which is almost as amazing as turning water into wine. Especially when you consider the fact that one of the characters (named Muno) is a “one eyed monster” that looks like a giant dildo, and another (named Toodee) looks like what would happen if a dragon fucked a cat. I guess all you can say to that is, my name is Notelgge, I like to dance!
Five out of five beers!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


One of the great things about this blog is, I get to act like a fucking fanboy, and talk about the shit I’m really into. Hopefully, in the process I turn people onto some new stuff, broaden their horizons, and help to promote the crap that influenced the person I am today. Not to mention, I help people find things to watch with their kids (that they might also find entertaining), besides Dora and Barney. So, it’s with great pleasure that I now review the DVD; BETTY BOOP: AN ORIGINAL MAX FLEISCHER CARTOON.
This two disc collection not only has some of the greatest Betty Boop cartoons, but what many would consider the greatest cartoons, ever (Betty Boop or otherwise)! These of course are Betty’s, pre-Hays code, cartoons. Filled with jazz, drug references, surreal images and sexual overtones. After the Hays code (a lame-ass code created in the mid-30’s to censor movies and cartoons) Betty went from a free spirited, scantily clad, Jazz Baby, to a frock toting hausfrau-secretary type. The later cartoons are absent of Koko the Clown and Bimbo (Betty’s sometimes doggy boyfriend and confidant), and are instead filled with sorry-ass characters like Grampy the stupid inventor and Pudgy the annoying dog. If I had to pick the highlights from this collection, I would stick with:
  • I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead, You Rascal You

  • Snow White

  • Betty Boop’s Bamboo Isle

  • The Old Man Of The Mountain

  • Minnie The Moocher

But for the sake of brevity, I will focus mainly on Snow White for this review. In my opinion this is the best of the Betty Boop cartoons (and it came out 4 years before Disney's version). It’s far reaching influence can be seen in creations as diverse as The Nightmare Before Christmas to Ren & Stimpy. From it’s beautifully rendered ink wash backgrounds (in the mystery cave) to it’s smooth as silk rotoscoping this cartoon has much to offer. It wields rotoscope (a technique invented by Max Fleischer) with Jedi like precision. Via it we can see Koko the Clown moon walking, a la Cab Calloway, numerous years before Mike (may he rest in peace) was even a money hungry twinkle in papa Joe Jackson’s eye.

You wanna talk street cred? As far as I know, this is the only cartoon that features a song (St. James Infirmary Blues) about a girl who died of a cocaine overdose. The film has even been deemed "culturally significant" by the United States Library of Congress and selected for preservation in the National Film Registry. Not to mention Betty was the first cartoon to be drawn in a truly female fashion (titts, hips, ass and curvy legs); before this female characters were basically carbon copies of their male counter parts with eyelashes and a skirt (e.g. Minnie Mouse). I suppose I could go on and on with how great this cartoon is, and why you should watch it, but I prefer to let it talk for itself. So, here is a link without further adieu, Snow White. And of course it gets 5 beers!

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