I've been watching the second season of Robot Chicken, which I picked up cheap a few weeks back. I was a big fan of the first season, and you know, I reckon I'm a big fan of the second season as well.
It occurs to me, though, that I've reached a point in my life where a whole generation simply won't understand the references of things I dig. Take the above clip, for example. I haven't seen it before, but I figure that it's the opening for season three, since at the end of season two, everyone died (as you see at the start). Anyhow, it's pretty funny, and even moreso when Mom rights, and the Michael Jackson thriller music begins to play, and the zombies break out in dance. You'll have to follow the link to see a black Jackson, because for some reason, all the videos on youtube have had their embedding disabled.
But still, there's a whole generation of people who've never seen this song, never lived through the eighties, with the hair, and with the capitalism. In truth, I barely remember the fucking decade, which I suspect is a sign how little it held in interest for me, except that its from here that so many pop culture references were birthed. Not that, of course, any of us knew that was happening: who knew Star Wars would be embraced so fully, that Michael Jackson would become so god damned fucking weird, that old cartoons such as Voltron, Transformers, and others, would settle into the back of our brains so heavily that we would carry them around with us well into our creative years, and let them out.
(Cross posted with benpeek.com. Go there.)