Friends, Windows 95, And The World's FIRST Cyber-Sitcom!
Microsoft has a long history of releasing incredibly dorky and stupid guides and promotional videos for their latest operating systems. And the Windows 95 guide (which shipped on VHS cassette) is no exception. SNICK
Remember when it was cool to sit at home with your family, make a pizza and watch Nickelodeon's SNICK on a Friday night? I don't either, but that doesn't mean that wasn't the way I spent my weekend nights when I was a kid. The Friday night block of programming had all of my favorite shows, including Clarissa Explains It All and Are You Afraid of the Dark? Everybody was doing it in the '90s; were you?
The Fame of Mahir
Mahir became famous in 1999, at the very end of the 90s. In fact, in a lot of ways, Mahir's fame is the perfect transitional point between the 90s and the 2000s. His story embodies elements of both, and his insane fame presaged the internet's rise to prominence within our lives.The best cartoons of the '90s
In the past few years, I've come to the realization that I watched way too much cartoons as a kid. Like way too much. If somebody mentions a show that was on Nickelodeon or Saturday morning or Disney Channel at an indiscriminate point in the '90's, I can not only recall the show, but also on which strange Canadian sci-fi series the lead voices currently star. I wish I could do something useful. Still, since my brain managed to ward off most of its '90's rotting and I work--as all things--a writer, let's discuss some of the best cartoons from the '90s:
Wild Palms
A recent Metafilter post reminded me of this truly bizarre artifact of the 1990s. Back then, we were content to let Oliver Stone do just about anything he wanted, for as long as he wanted. And in 1993, it turns out what he wanted to do was bring a big confusing graphic novel from Details Magazine to the small screen. "Wild Palms" was a five-episode miniseries that did not make a lick of sense. Magic Eye Posters
Even just thinking about this pop culture icon of the 90s gives me a headache. I fully grasp the biological mechanism behind the autostereogram, but I have never, not once in my entire life, gotten it to work. And I curse the man who invented them.