Season 1
Dismal animation, not-quite-right voices, and a tone that skews harrowing, season one is the clumsy childhood of the show we'd…
My Recollection Lucky red hat. He wets his pants. HEE-HEE! You can see Down Syndrome and chickenpox. You can get a blood test for Hep and HIV. Using wonderous modern…
Season two is done! Huzzah, now only 30 more to go! I want to die, but now I have a good reason. Boy, things are on the up-and-up. Season two…
My Recollection Hump and dewlap, hump and dewlap. My name is Mr Burns. Señor Xtapolapocetl. What is blood without modern understanding? How many other pieces of knowledge create that modern…
My Recollection Bartman. Left Vulcan ear. Pennywhistles and moon-pies. The pre-internet outer suburbs were a howling void which is why I know it’s harder than you think to tie up…
My Recollection QUEEN OF THE HARPIES . General Sherman wink. The ones at the bottom. Drunks are like Pokemon, there’s a surprising number of different varieties, they all spend their…
My Recollection MORE ASBESTOS MORE ASBESTOS. There were no Jewish cowboys. What’s a spirochete? When you spend most of your life having your otherness and exclusion as a constantly enforced…
My Recollection The screaming, wet children writhing around Homer. Ringo Starr. Genitalia. The stalemated trio sprawl across the Gold Coast hinterland like sleeping kaiju. The Big Three –Dreamworld, Wet and…
My Recollection Dog vision. Lisa mump cheeks. PULL THE BLOODY CHAIN, BOY! I’ve always been more of a cat person. They are largely independent, I can efficiently rub an entire…
My Recollection The HOMER. Unky (?) Herb. Videogames in the back seat. The closest thing I had to an Unchie (?) Herb was my dad’s cousin, Drew. He fulfilled the…