If Awesome has a Name....

Do you remember your childhood? I'm sure you do, it was back before you discovered girls, booze, gambling... before you turned say 12 and the only boobs you saw were in national geographic. So let me go all Ghost of Christmas past on you and roll back the velvet curtains.

You loved the Muppet Show and Sesame St, but without considering that Piggy was stalking Kermit and Bert and Ernie were more then room mates. You watched Battle of the Planets, before it was ripped off 17 times to make Power Rangers. You had a Hypercolour shirt, until you put it in the freezer right after the microwave.

Now fast forward to today. You are waiting on the High Definition Blu Ray version of Transformers live action movie to come out. You love playing space invaders on your phone as its chic. Apple make stuff people want to buy. And you talk to your friends who have moved overseas everyday without a telephone bill large enough for the phone company to send over heavies.

There are lots of different Generations subbed as buzz words, Gen X, Gen Y, etc. But at the end of the day the only difference between you now and you of 15-20 years ago is...You have a Wife or Girlfriend or Boyfriend or Husband or Mistress, possibly more than one from this list and not from the same category. You go to work, its like school but they paid you to go there and there is no little lunch.

But every so often now something from your childhood returns and you get a little tingle, and not in the way that you just paid $100 for a lap dance kind of way. These things pop up like a random body cavity search on your way home from a round trip to Amsterdam. And depending on experience this can be something new to be enjoyed or it can be something that makes you feel you've just been traded for a pack of cigarettes and made someones bitch.

Take Star Wars Episodes 1-3. Sure there was some redeeming value, when the first ones came out a Midnight Movie Session was when you had to tune into SBS to see the "Foreign" films. You could now afford all the cool merchandise you couldn't have when you were a kid unless you were good until Christmas. You hoped to recapture your childhood with wonder and amaze - skipping over the part why cousins can't marry in most states. And when it came out what happened? George Lucas made you his bitch, 3 times over.

Each time something like this is announced it has an element of this is going to be Legend.. wait for it ... Dary (props to you Barney). And then there's that element, that little fuzzy thing you fed after midnight and now its cutting the break lines in your soul train. You want this, you need this, but you don't want it to tarnish the memory of your favourite childhood friend leaving you feeling like you just watched Smurf porn.

For me, its the announcement of the title of a film hitting the box office next year - Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Indiana Jones is by far my favourite movies of all time, a educated, rogue, archaeologist who wears a hat and hates Nazis. Indy is one of those Stereotypes, the base, the original, a staple that has been borrowed, reinvented and reused right up to today. Think Lara Croft would still be all that with only a pair of D cups and nothing to raid?

Its hard to conceive something so awesome having the possibility to suck. But we have learnt our lesson over and over again and been punished like Wile E. Coyote purchasing from Acme.com. But you know what, we are going to go on. Like good little lemmings we are going to keep touching the electrified cupcake until we die or get some sugar, because sooner or later we will have sucked up enough raw voltage that the battery will go flat.

Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus. And hopefully he can bring the gold next year even with a 14 syllable movie title.

Andy. Man just making this up as he goes.