My weight ... in CHOCOLATE?!
I'll admit it. I never had cable as a kid. I was relegated to the Big Network's Saturday morning cartoons. Flipping above channel 28 was a wasteland of static, fuzz, and stuff that the scrap metal skeleton on the roof couldn't pick up.
While a sad state of affairs, this did promote any average friends that had cable into BEST friends.
Hey! How about a sleep over this weekend? Oh! Do you think I could stop by for dinner tonight? Excuse me! I know we don't know each other, but I saw your Nickelodeon trapper keeper and I couldn't help but wonder what you're up to after school?
What everyone else took for granted, my eyeballs were firmly affixed to. Every magical droplet of shimmering slime, every brightly colored blob, these were forbidden gods that only shone their glory at the most rarefied occasions.
Why should a station deserve such status in the mind of a young Justin Johnson? Because, dummy, FREAKING CONTESTS LIKE THIS!
Nick or Treat from Prometheus Spotto on Vimeo.
A seemingly never-ending surge of brain-busting prizes. This was Shock and Awe before it was deployed on Baghdad. Monsters! Candy! Hollywood! I can't conceive how many storehouses were stuffed with post cards. Each one bearing a unique nameaddressagephone, big dream-filled eyes perfecting every stroke.
You might be wondering ... did I enter?
No.
But you better bet your britches I'll be asking for my weight in M&Ms at my yearly review.
