Let's see if I can remember what happened this week.
Oomaboogy Wow Wow is the closest I could come to
Yo Gabba Gabba, the mildly insane, acid-trip show for young children that my older, high-school-size daughter watches. She also likes the
Upside Down Show.
I'm still stuck on
Captain Kangaroo and I'll imitate the Banana Man anytime and anywhere whether anyone gets it or not.
I don't know how the Oomaboogy theme goes and I don't think I want to know.
Someone wisely pointed out that this replicates the common horror movie situation where someone is shown alone in a wide shot, then in a close up shot a hand comes out of nowhere to tap them on the shoulder. It's a cheap trick but effective.
I just realized that there's another strip coming up where Petey ends up with a bandaged nose. Sounds like a theme best left unexplored.
Is there any doubt that things would turn out like this?
Petey's not real involved with toys. This started out as a stray thought that Petey would likely only have one plastic army man. What can you do with one plastic army man? Not much, except maybe pretend he's one of those soldiers lost in a jungle who still thinks World War II is going on. I'd already mentioned Mr. Uggins, the Jarred Bear, so I just had to fill out Petey's catalog of toys a little and boom, there's a Sunday strip.
Something I've noticed talking to people who read Cul de Sac: they say, "I really like Alice, but I'm more like Petey." Believe me, I know how you feel.
I'm so pleased to find someone who also calls them "army men", not toy soldiers! But then, it doesn't take much to please me.
ReplyDeleteAhh, yeah. Valuable Life Lessons. Eeeeewwwwwww. I think that's why I thought the Fat Albert Show was so lame when I was young -- a Saturday morning half hour entirely devoid of humor, packing my brain full of Valuable Life Lessons and Pro-Social Values until they came spewing out of my ears.
ReplyDeletep.s. @Jeff Pert: Right on, man. I used to have to correct my Dad all the time: "No, Dad, they aren't 'toy soldiers', they're Army men!" Of course, I lost interest in the little plastic Army men when I got what had to be my greatest Christmas present ever, the GI Joe Action Astronaut, complete with replica Project Mercury spacesuit, Project Mercury capsule and a 45rpm record of real actual orbit-to-ground communcations from Friendship 7. "Zero G, and I feel fine!"
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