Its dead, Jim....

For all of you who ever ask the question: No. We do not go in with the lions.

This is why.

Thunder-the-table Cats... hic!

With the arrival of the new Thundercats show on Cartoon Network- which is awesome BTW- I have gotten nostalgic for the original show. I remember watching and liking it. Let's face it, though, that was about two thirds of my life ago so I don't remember too much. Fortunately I have a Netflix subscription! Bwaa-ha-ha! For the last few weeks Chuck and I have been chewing through the old shows. It's been really fun. This was the heyday of 80's cartoons when they showed 5 eps a week for like 40 weeks out of the year. Every once in a while there is a weaker all action and no dialogue episode, but otherwise it still holds up suprisingly well. I had compleatly forgotten how all of the cartoons from then always ended with some sort of moral and everyone laughing at a bum joke. Ah... good times. As we neared the seventh disk (not even halfway) it dawned on me this would make a terrific drinking game. (goes to show how well all of those morals sank in, huh?) I haven't sat down to write anything up yet. But if you only took a shot every time Mumm-Ra added "the ever living" after his name and when the Sword of Omens was either knocked out of Lion-o's hand or he dropped or let go of it you'd be well on your way to hammered. Or, as Chuck says, on your way to the ER for alcohol poisoning.