out of the fog :: scooby doo, star gazing, and being fully alive
When I was a kid, my parents didn’t want us to watch Scooby Doo. They thought it would leech our brain cells by its very nature: predictable, ridiculous, low-brow, bad art. They foresaw our IQ dropping steadily every Saturday morning, ultimately resulting in our academic failure at some institution of higher learning, thereby ensuring [...]





