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Holiday Horrors: Classic Media

Continuing the fabled tradition begun all the way back in 2009, Scratchbomb presents Holiday Horrors and Holiday Triumphs: an advent calendar of some of the more hideous aspects of this most stressful time of year–with a few bits of awesomeness sprinkled in.

Earlier this week, I did a post on the awful He-Man and She-Ra Christmas Special. I gave the show a proverbial smackdown, but it was all in good fun and we all had a jolly good laugh. Of course, there always has to be Grinch at every holiday gathering, and the turd in my punchbowl is Classic Media.

A few days ago, I received an ominous email from YouTube that one of the clips I posted from the special “may have content or media that is owned or licensed by Classic Media.” I’m very sensitive to stuff like this, because I once had a YouTube account that contained a treasure trove of old commercials and other weird clips, but lost it all thanks to several baseball-related clips. MLBAM fiercely guards its copyrights, and even though the footage I posted will never, ever, ever, and also EVER be released by them in any form from now until the seas dry up and the cities turn to loam, they came down on me like a ton of bricks.

Not wanting to endanger my YouTube account, I decided to just take down the clips. They died so that the rest of my video library could live. A moment of silence, please.

Truth be told, this was my fault for posting the clips in the first place. Had I done two seconds of googling, I would’ve realized the special was recently released on DVD, and therefore generally available, and therefore the clips were liable to be noticed by the makers of said DVD. And while the clips illustrated my points, I think you could understand the special’s horror without them.

But you know what? Fuck Classic Media in the pants is what. Do they think the clips I posted on my site, digitzed from a 25-year-old VHS tape, are going to dissuade people from buying their DVD? Are my lo-fi efforts really cutting into their bottom line?

Trust me, the only reason you buy this hunk of crap is nostalgia. It has absolutely no intrinsic value otherwise. You’ll want to watch it because you saw it as a kid. And the people who feel this way will go ahead and buy the stupid DVD no matter what I post on my site. I could have thrown up the entire special with an extra soundtrack of me farting throughout it, and not one less person would have bought this thing.

So thanks, Classic Media, for reminding me that even at Christmastime, there are people with nothing better to do than sic lawyers on poor schmucks who have no recourse. Happy holidays!

Holiday Triumphs: Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation

Continuing the fabled tradition begun all the way back in 2009, Scratchbomb presents Holiday Horrors and Holiday Triumphs: an advent calendar of some of the more hideous aspects of this most stressful time of year–with a few bits of awesomeness sprinkled in.

pnfxmas.jpgI bitch often on this site (and in other forums) about the crappiness of kids’ TV these days. Not that it was any better when I was young’un, but I’m exposed to a lot of junk thanks to The Baby. So when I come across something meant for children that isn’t total garbage, I must speak up and praise it. Phineas and Ferb is just such a show.

It’s about the titular brothers, super geniuses constantly devising impossibly fantastic new inventions. Their attempts to do so inevitably drive their older sister, Candace, up the wall, as she is typically embroiled in some sort of teenage girl drama.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone, Phineas and Ferb’s pet platypus, Perry, is actually a secret agent. He is charged with thwarting the evil schemes of Prof. Doofenschmirtz, the strangely accented super villain whose nefarious devices invariably end with “-ator”, whether they need to or not. Nearly every episode ends with Perry’s heroic deeds not only defeating the evil professor, but also incidentally tidying up Phineas and Ferb’s exploits, just in time for the boys to not get caught by their parents, thus driving Candace even crazier.

Nearly every show follows this basic outline, but Phineas and Ferb is a breath of fresh air in kids’s shows. It’s way more clever than it needs to be, has plenty of gags for the adults in the room, and makes me laugh out loud more than any other current cartoon not named Flapjack.

Example: In one episode, Doofenschmirtz invents a sea vehicle he calls the Buoyant Operated Aquatic Transport. “I call it the BO-AT!” he exclaims proudly, seemingly oblivious to what the acronym spells–or the fact that his invention looks and operates exactly like a boat. And later in the same episode, while driving his BO-AT, he comes across the local town’s Metropolitan Oval Aquatic Trench and says “Oh, a moat, I get it!”

So when I found out that there was a Phineas and Ferb Christmas special, I actually asked The Baby to watch it with me, rather than the other way around. I was not disappointed.

When the special opens, Phineas and Ferb are plotting, as usual. They want to turn their entire town into a giant Thank You Card for Santa Claus, using lights. Meanwhile, Perry invades Doofenschmirtz’s headquarters and finds out that he has received a Naughty-inator from a distant relative. It can release a mist into the air that can render an entire town ‘naughty’ and therefore undeserving of presents. The only problem: Doofenschmirtz hates every single holiday but Christmas, for which he possesses “a deep, burning apathy.”

The Professor changes his mind when a choir of annoying carolers shows up at his door and won’t leave until they get some figgy pudding. Driven insane by their incessant singing of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” he fires up the Naughty-inator, cackling, “So long, Christmas! You’re Feliz Navi-dead to me!” Suddenly, Phineas and Ferb’s entire town is branded naughty and all their letters to Santa returned.

Is Christmas saved after all? Of course, thanks to a CD by mysterious crooner named Sal Tuscany, a pair of Santa’s elves, the bully Buford’s attempt to make up for a year of bad behavior with “one big selfless act of kindness,” and a series of events far too intricate and strange for a kids’ show. Or rather, for most kids’ show. My favorite thing about Phineas and Ferb is that it doesn’t talk down to its audience. It assumes most kids will be smart enough to follow it along, which most kids are.

Even if you don’t have kids, catch this special the next time it’s on. I promise you won’t disappointed. And if you are, I will refund your price of admission.

Holiday Horrors: Portraits of Krampus

Continuing the fabled tradition begun all the way back in 2009, Scratchbomb presents Holiday Horrors and Holiday Triumphs: an advent calendar of some of the more hideous aspects of this most stressful time of year–with a few bits of awesomeness sprinkled in.

Last year, I wrote of the horrors of Krampus, the demonic goat-man of Germanic legend who trails Santa Claus on his Christmas journey. According to these folktales, if you’re good, Santa brings you gifts. If you’re bad, Krampus brings you a beating. Usually with a switch, though sometimes with a chain. And if you’re really bad, you might get a ride to hell in a basket strapped to his back.

In Germanic Yuletide lore (from which most of our Christmas traditions originate), Krampus and Santa Claus were once inseparable. You could not have one without the other. But Krampus was written out of Christmastime over the years, at least in America. The chastising of naughty children was taken over by Santa, who distributed coal instead of whippings. Eventually, even coal disappeared from the equations, and Christmas became a holiday that was all yin and no yang.

But in Europe–particularly Germany, Austria, and Switzerland–Krampus remains alive. December 5 is known as Krampustage (Krampus Day) in parts of these countries, an occasion for revelers to dress in scary costume, cause mischief, and get tanked. It’s basically the Mitteleurope version of Halloween (a Celtic holiday that never caught on in Europe much beyond the British Isles).

In the late 1800s/early 1900s, folks in these countries liked to send each other Christmas cards featuring his fearsome visage, with the greeting/warning GRUSS VOM KRAMPUS (Greetings from Krampus). In the Teutonic holiday spirit, I’d like to share some of these cards with you, just in case you were running low on Nightmare Fuel.
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