Don't Taze Me Bro and Good Night!
Oct. 24th, 2007 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinema_babeRemember Hilights(sp) magazine? It was the best part of going to the doctor's office.
I loved Goofus and Gallant. As a kid, I used to think that Gallant was an insufferable bore (well, I don't think I actually thought the words "insufferable bore, but you know what I mean.) Goofus, on the other hand, was surly; you knew exactly where you stood with him: under the heel of his boot. He held the whole world in contempt and he wasn't afraid to show it. Goofus had two facial expressions: sneering and snarling.
See below (sorry I couldn't find a bigger picture):
He's probably doing a stretch at East Jersey State Prison for a particularly vicious pistol whipping and armed robbery as we speak.
Gallant, on the other hand, was a weenie. Even though I was probably more Gallant than Goofus, I thought the little bugger was a milquetoast. He probably grew up to rat out his co-workers to the IRS for writing off their home office equipment as a business expense.
Recently I was checking out Highlights magazine on-line and while Gallant is still the kind of boy who snitches on a friend, they took some of the rough edges off of Goofus. He's now a smiling, slightly bumbling, not always considerate little boy as opposed to the sociopath in training he used to be. They de-thugged him.
There was no hope for the old Goofus, you knew he would come to a bad end. The new Goofus, eh, give him a little Ritalin and he'll be fine.
Another piece of my childhood despoiled.
(If I were to start a punk band I think I would call it Goofus. Our first single would be "I Will Eat Your Mothfuckin' Soul With Croutons, Bitch!"
My brain feels like a damp, wrung out sponge.)
Don't Taze Me Bro and Good Night!
I loved Goofus and Gallant. As a kid, I used to think that Gallant was an insufferable bore (well, I don't think I actually thought the words "insufferable bore, but you know what I mean.) Goofus, on the other hand, was surly; you knew exactly where you stood with him: under the heel of his boot. He held the whole world in contempt and he wasn't afraid to show it. Goofus had two facial expressions: sneering and snarling.
See below (sorry I couldn't find a bigger picture):
He's probably doing a stretch at East Jersey State Prison for a particularly vicious pistol whipping and armed robbery as we speak.
Gallant, on the other hand, was a weenie. Even though I was probably more Gallant than Goofus, I thought the little bugger was a milquetoast. He probably grew up to rat out his co-workers to the IRS for writing off their home office equipment as a business expense.
Recently I was checking out Highlights magazine on-line and while Gallant is still the kind of boy who snitches on a friend, they took some of the rough edges off of Goofus. He's now a smiling, slightly bumbling, not always considerate little boy as opposed to the sociopath in training he used to be. They de-thugged him.
There was no hope for the old Goofus, you knew he would come to a bad end. The new Goofus, eh, give him a little Ritalin and he'll be fine.
Another piece of my childhood despoiled.
(If I were to start a punk band I think I would call it Goofus. Our first single would be "I Will Eat Your Mothfuckin' Soul With Croutons, Bitch!"
My brain feels like a damp, wrung out sponge.)
Don't Taze Me Bro and Good Night!
