Category Archives: true life 2010

Scooby Doo: The Mystery Mask Mix-Up

There’s no end to the horrifying ethnic stereotypes in some of the early episodes of Scooby-Doo. And by “early” I mean, “the first 60 or 70 or 80 episodes.”

The combination of cringe-worthy Chinese waiter impersonations and the insane music make season 2’s “The Mystery Mask Mix-Up” a real standout. As you may recall, there was a brief period at the end of the 2nd season where every chase scene was accompanied by a nonsensical pop song. See also: I’m in Love with an Ostrich.

Since I found the chase scene musical interlude for this episode on youtube, I thought I’d share it with you:

I was hunting around for commentary on this episode when I came across a funny website about the first few seasons of the show. This note about “The Mystery Mask Mix-Up” sums up my feelings about this episode perfectly: “The smugglers have to use golden masks and carrier pigeons to communicate with each other?! How expensive is the telephone?”

Happy holidays, everyone. Now quit trying to make polite conversation with your crazy relatives and go watch some TV instead!

Did Joan Collins know that Jack Lalanne was raiding her wardrobe?

I rediscovered a writer I haven’t read in ages, Jett Superior. I didn’t intentionally quit reading her, I probably had her bookmarked on my old computer instead of someplace more sensible.

I don’t remember her URL being AlphabetJunkie back then, so maybe it’s her fault I lost her bookmark. I choose to believe that, because I can.

At any rate, It’s simple, dummy: Nurse your baby on a bus and you’ll be happy” is a post that contains a delightful video I had to share because it’s just so…so…

I don’t know exactly what it is, to be honest, because I’m hypnotized by Jack LaLanne’s jumpsuit. If I hadn’t sworn off the word “awesome” and promised to go to linguistic rehab I’d proclaim that jumpsuit AWESOME.

But I can’t, so I won’t.

I can quit any time.

Anyway, here’s the video:

I’m just so happy to have found Jett Superior again, I think I posted a lot of links to her over the years that this blog was at punkprincess.com.

Worded that way, it sounds creepy.

Do you think that the delicious chemicals that combine to make pink lemonade crystal lite could be impacting my neuronal signaling molecules? I drank a lot of the stuff today and I think some sort of neuropeptide degradation is causing the functional inactivation of my nervous system.

Or maybe I’m just tired.

I probably shouldn’t be blogging right now. I watched a lot of TJ Hooker today.