Don’t you want to be the man?

You see the athletes flying through your television, actors transforming into other persona, some cat winning the nobel prize for inventing the transmorphographicisotopicthangamajang and you get a charge, don’t you? It takes a special mind and focus to maximize your talents. Recognition must be cool but nothing can compare to mastery and knowing the ego bump that comes with it.

Talking to some of my college peers, it was interesting to hear where they deviated from their original aspirations. Graduated or not, got the spouse, the chilluns, the tax return, the time for unencumbered notions disappates. Operations become boxed by necessity.   No need for apologies because of unreturned calls. Time is a mofo.

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Battles withour honor or humanity

My boy and I were discussing our basketball game, adults vs parents, where 2 seven year olds and him faced 2 mid 40s and 1 close to 30. The important thing is that the kids one because I defected to their squad and I am awesome even with no knees. Well, ok, the truly important thing in conversation was that the seven year old was better than every kid on the court that migrated to the game up to the 11 year old. That kid practices with older kids but is too young to play in the games. What’s the moral in me bringing this up, youngster, I asked: Son says, “Playing players who are better than you boosts your game”.

Everyone needs to have some fun. So be it. And I’m not talking some Todd Marinovich thing were you’re bred and reared to do nothing but dominate your sport. But I asking him, “don’t you want to be the man?” He says he does in soccer. I’m cool with that. The boy can really focus when he wants to do so. But when I ask him these things many tmes I’m asking myself also.

Don’t you want to be the man?

I enjoy making things. I still do.

The fangs of survival endeavor to squelch that memory. But when it comes down past all the nonsense and the noise, the core is what I can build from my own imagination. And I’m not a master at anything. Why is that? Lack of talent? Lack of drive? You do what you want. You actions are the truth. Talking to that boy is talking to myself. Don’t you want to be the man? Show me.

No-stalgia

Honda has a holiday campaign utilizing stop motion. It caught my eye between watching part of the basketball travesty Lakers vs Nuggets (Overtime, seriously?!!). Skeletor was after my cartoon time but it seems like every time a “creative” hits their late 30s/40s a flood of referential production ensues. I’m not downing the spot; The entire series is cool enough. However, I’m forever in retro fatigue.

Of course, these old properties have track records so reference becomes new commercials which translates to new cars for everyone! That said, I’m going to have to go full retro. Now on, I’m only shooting pet rocks, Dudley Doo-Right cereal boxes and life size sculptures of Mike Douglas and Merv Griffin. On set I’ll wear Toughskins and ABA Chuck Taylors while rocking the rhinestoned studded-jean jacket. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

I guess far more salient than my complaints is that I find such nostalgia highly targeted but socially limited. As it is, I find when I speak to many people 35 and lower they don’t have many common frames of reference. I can’t tell a make up artist, do the eyes like Pris from Blade Runner; I have to show a picture. Cartoon-wise, we didn’t only have crappy-ass Hong Kong Phooey and the Superfriends, the bulk of cartoons were the same cartoons that 2 generations before us watched. The movies on tv spanned from Topper and Commander Cody to Giant and whatnot. All that babble goes to say is that I can easily have a pop conversation with someone in their 80s and have similar references. Now it’s let’s relaunch this old property that has no context to this new generation. That’s also similar to why Spider-man gets a fucking reboot every 2 months instead of trusting the audience to understand that this dude in the costume has abilities has to fight crime and balance his life. Just continue the damn story. But I guess Terminators and Alien/Predator sequels and prequels might nullify that concept also.

Anyway, I’m not mad at Skeletor in small doses. Thanks Honda for hiring someone to bring him and Strawberry Shortcake back for a bit. I have a couple of Shogun Warriors remaining if you want to step up the scale a bit.