Wow, TMNT... When I entered highschool, the Transformers/GI Joe era was pretty much in its twilight so I discovered my two new favorite series: TMNT and The Real Ghostbusters. I LOVED both to no end, though the latter prompted me to create the most ridiculous Halloween costume ever that I had the misfortune of bringing to school on my first high school year. At the end of my fifth high school year, I was STILL suffering the consequences. Darn you, lousy-built wooden proton pack!
Anyways, I digress. TMNT was the ish. My three friends and I decided to start a TMNT fanclub with we were about 13 years old so we did the only sensible thing any young teenage boy would do in this situation: we "visited" a construction site and "borrowed" a few 1/2 inches steel poles that were "expendable" to the project. We brought them home and each decided on the turtle we would become. The dude who was to be Donatello had it the easiest, a steel pipe is already a bo. Sorta. A dangerous one but a bo still. "Leonardo" and "Raphael" both flattened their poles with a mace and made proper karatas and sai. I was Michelangelo so, I cut the poles into 12 inches long shafts and linked them with steel chains: BOOM! Instant nunchuks. I'm 38, it's been 25 years, I still have them, they are still as stupidely dangerous as they were on day one except, now that I have several years of martial arts under my belt (see what I did there), I know how to use them.
The cartoons were corny yet awesome.
"Whoa! You mean this new place that guarantees you get your pizza in 30 minutes else your pizza is cold??" The live action movie (the first one) was legendary. The other ones... not so much.
I love TMNT and will love them to the end. I have 3-4 TMNT t-shirts which I wear often, including at work.
This brings ANOTHER anecdote. I was wearing one such t-shirt about 2 years ago, summer day, I just parked nearby and am walking the rest of the distance to get to work. Some dude who was working on an outdoor TV set nearby looks at me and hails me. "Michelangello?" I look at the guy, thinking he was waiting for an employee and got me confused. "Sorry dude, wrong guy." It's Montreal, we have a huge Italian community, it could happen.
Then I look at the t-shirt I'm wearing.
"I'm a dumb [expletive], right?"
When I got through the office door, the guy was still cracking up. I was still in my pre-coffee phase, gimme a break!
