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Ah, that time of year has come at last.

Every year, around this time, exciting red and blue and green packages appear on the shelves at my local Albertson’s. And every year, around this time, I buy one of those shiny foil-covered boxes, remove one of the contents, and eagerly eat it.

And every year, around this time, I spit the contents of the box out of my mouth and say, “Motherf*cker! Gross!”

That’s right. I’m talking about Cadbury eggs.

Today, I’d like to take a moment to pay my respects to the greatest gizmo of all time: The Nintendo Power Glove.

For those of you who don’t remember, the Power Glove was released as a peripheral to the Nintendo Entertainment System in 1989. That is also, coincidentally, when it entered my heart.

My latest ramblings revolve around a staple of American culture… Scooby Doo.

Apparently, during the late 60s, there was a crime wave of people dressing up as monsters.

The purpose of this was to scare people away from one of the following: 1) a treasure, 2) a competitor in the inn/resort/theme-park business, or 3) an inn that was about to be forcibly purchased or repossessed from an owner who was no longer able to make payments.

You remember this, right?

When we were kids, we used to buy the big 24-pack of Valentine’s day cards (or rather, our mothers used to buy them for us), and we’d pass them out at random to everyone in the class.

You know the ones I’m talking about. They came perforated, four to a sheet, in a variety of cartoons; Peanuts was a staple, but there was also Pound Puppies, etc. Sometimes you’d even find G.I. Joe, but your mother wouldn’t let you buy that one because it was too cool and Valentine’s day isn’t cool.