Last year at this time, I listed a few of MY cherished Monster Kid Memories (read HERE). Well, it's Halloween again, and that means it's time for MORE Monster Kid Memories. How many of them do you share?
The Boglins were released in the 1980s, and I went absolutely ape shit when I first saw their commercial on TV. They were rubbery, demonic handpuppets that reminded me, at the time, of Ghoulies--specifically Ghoulies 2, which I used to watch on cable every time it was on. The packaging (shown above) was killer, and if you were careful when you opened them on Christmas morning, you would still have a neat little cage to keep the bastards in when it wasn't busy scaring your little sister Susie.
Franken Berry. Count Chocula. Boo Berry. What's not to love!? Boo Berry was always a cool cat, with his jaunt hat and happening little bow-tie (Boo-tie?), but his cereal was a bit too putridly sweet for my discerning pallete. As a child, I preferred the taste of Franken Berry, although I thought it was a travesty that they painted this brute of a patchwork man a very lady-like pink. That would have been better suited for the Bride of Franken Berry...although I'm not sure that women are really his bag, if you catch my drift. Mr. Berry is still my favorite character, although in my adult years I have begun primarily to dig the chocolatey goodness of Count Chocula. And yes, I still I buy some every October, when they return from the dead and haunt the shelves at my local grocery store.
Friday Night Frights
Hosted by the creepy guy above--one Mr. Edmus Scarey--I used to watch this horror movie show on Friday nights when growing up in Phoenix. He seemed like such a cool ghoul, someone that I would have liked to hang out with...until he went to prison for fondling little boys. Reading the article detailing this in the local paper really screwed up my head, and made me question everything I thought I knew. And if my information is right, he's recently returned to prison for violating the conditions of his patrol. Kind of brings a whole different level of creepy to the proceedings, doesn't it? I guess all Monster Memories can't be warm and fuzzy. You sick fuck.