I was perusing the Piers Anthony thread when I suddenly got a nagging feeling in the back of my head, but could not quite put my finger on its origin.
Meanwhile I’ve discovered what it is:
When I was 13 or so I used to love the Xanth series. Read the first three books over and over again in fact. But some time I put them away and quite forgot about them. The feeling I am talking about is the feeling that I got when I found them years later, tried to read them and was sorely disappointed at how bad they actually were. Made me feel kind of stupid for not realizing it earlier and sort of betrayed by the author…
Now I’ve thought about whether this has happened with other stuff - movies that I used to love or music that I listened to, but I could not come up with anything else (apart from the clothes that I wore in the 80s, God forgive me).
Welcome to the boards Einmon. I have discovered that some of the books I read as a youth did not appeal to me as an adult - but I’m not sure that means they sucked…
As I said in the PA thread, the first one or few of any of his series are usually good and only after he sells out for the money do truly suck.
I think that tastes change and that isn’t unusual.
He-man movie. All of the transformers cartoons. Limp Bizkit (their first album was vaguely cool back when I was angry and 16). Michael Jackson’s entire body of work. Stephen King. I could go on all day, I was a child of the 80’s.
Mickey’s Banana Flip – basically a Twinkie-type spongecake wrapped taco-style around a banana-flavored “cream filling”.
(I think it was sold under other names in other parts of the country.)
I tried it as an adult. Once. It was so sickeningly sweet that I was totally disgusted and couldn’t finish even one. The quotes around “cream filling” are there for a reason – it’s basically sugar and shortening.
When I was in seventh grade, I thought Bon Jovi’s “I’ll Be There For You” was a profound statement of true love. :rolleyes: Yeah, I know.
I still like Bon Jovi, but now I have a sense of perspective.
But otherwise, I still love comic books (but they’re too expensive now - I buy worthless old back issues), peanut-butter Twix, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, and Seinfeld. Hell, I actually GET Seinfeld now, so I like it more now than I did in the 80s.
I still remember Scooby Doo fondly, but have you actually watched that POS cartoon lately? If you haven’t, don’t! It’ll make a lie of your childhood and cause actual tears of shame to fall from your eyes.
I was feeling poorly earlier this week and consequently I was in bed with the TV on Tuesday night when I woke to That 70s Show. I watched it when it first came on and found it light and fun, and I enjoyed watching for all the anachronisms. So I had a positive association with it, even if I can’t really say I loved it.
But Jesus, now it’s just an excuse for a laugh track.
“Dad, I’m home!”
laugh track
“Eric, you’re a dumbass.”
laugh track
“Well, okay. I’ll be down in the basement.”
laugh track
“Don’t smoke any pot while you’re down there: it’ll just make you a bigger dumbass.”
Okay, I COULD be a prick and point out that a year ending in zero is part of the decade that preceded it. Hence, the year “2000” is really part of the 20th Cent., if you recall. However, the truth is, I thought the show began in 1988. Guess not.
