On nostalgia. Time, it marches on.

I watched a few episodes of Underdog recently. I loved that show when I was a kid.

Now that I'm theoretically an adult, guess what? They're bad. They don't have the wit and irony of Bullwinkle. I wanted to punt Tennessee Tuxedo through a wall. The only parts I still remotely liked were Go-Go Gophers (usually censored now for political correctness) and Commander McBragg. I didn't like McBragg as a kid; but I didn't know the parody of Victorian adventurers.

Some of this is inevitable. Even if The Phantom Mess hadn't been a steaming pile of crap, it was never going to live up to my memories of seeing Star Wars - because I'm not seven years old, seeing this sort of thing for the first time.

Underdog's lack of quality shocked me, though.

What I'm reading: Daryl Gregory, Pandemonium