Today I present to you a video that highlights two items that are strangely one hundred percent me. It’s neither something I am proud of or embarrassed by but I will say, if it defines me as weird, so be it. I am never the type to swim with the mainstream. I do like to win, however, and that leads me to the first item that I “won” on eBay.
Back in the early 1980’s, Showbiz Pizza Place was a one of my childhood hangouts. (Whenever I was able to talk the parental units into taking me.) But back then there was more of an incentive for adults to subject themselves to screaming kids and animatronic bears and that was because of beautiful beautiful beer. Yes, back then the parents could kick back a few cold ones and let the rug-rats loose. It was a great time in America and for $50.00, I am now the proud owner of one of the original beer mugs. And I have already put it back in operation.
Also I am now the proud owner of a phone that has been taking calls for more than forty years in a morgue. That’s right, a good friend of mine who is in the telecommunication business helped renovate a hospital and was kind enough to give me a piece of macabre history. Don’t judge me!
One more thing, every Sunday I get about 300 to 500 Google hits looking for Jason Presson. WHAT DOES IT MEAN???
Casserole of Disaster 
I’ve spent a little bit of time today catching up on VM and I love the developments. The office is coming along and I’m seriously digging the wall of weird there.
Great scores on the phone and the mug. Showbiz used to be a favorite of mine too, but I’ve only been a handful of times, and admittedly, all of those times, I was kind of scared of the band. They still creep me out.
I love the “electronic games” in the commercial there. Top of the line graphics we had back then, weren’t they?. The last time I went to a Chuck-E-Cheez was a few years ago for a little cousin’s birthday party and the pizza was terrible. I somehow remember it being much better back then, but that could just be the lens of nostalgia talking. I can still nail the bank shot on skeeball though. I actually don’t remember parents being able to drink at the bar back in the day, but that does sound like it would have made the whole thing bearable.
I miss the days when everyone wasn’t so fucking terrified of every little thing. I think we for the most part turned out fine, despite growing up on a steady diet of gluten, Pepsi and metal playground equipment. Kids today just need to nut up.