As a mexican child, watching Speedy Gonzales was a breathe of fresh air. Because although he is a big dumb stereotype, it was also the story of how the mexican mouse got away with what he wanted (most times EATING), and the gringo cat, Sylvester, who was there to stop him, couldn’t do shit.
It was important, because even as a child, you notice how things work, and it hurts. This is, that nothing happens in México without the USA Imperialism wanting it first.
You grow up hearing your parents talk about how there is not enough for the daily needs, and how our economy is manipulated by another country and how our president is a puppet to the US.
US animators probably didn’t know it. But sometimes all a mexican child needed to feel better was a mouse to show him that it didn’t always have to be that way.
I just really liked Speedy Gonzales as a kid because he was the only recognizably Hispanic good guy in cartoons, unless you count that fucking annoying kid in 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo.
Today I stumbled across these scans of an old Tips and Tricks magazine, and it just happens to be the one I read cover to cover for months. I have really fond memories of Tips and Tricks for being totally irreverent and exposing me to all the cool stuff Western gamers were missing out on.
In stark contrast to Electronic Gaming Monthly and PC Gamer, Tips and Tricks didn’t feel like it was a big hype machine for you to consume the newest games. It was okay to enjoy how great older games and older systems were and re-discover why you played them. Video games were allowed to have a history and not simply lead you on to the newest sequel.
Meet the new Chuck E. Cheese, the mousy Pied Piper that the 35-year-old chain hopes will lure a new generation of children into its pepperoni-and-cheese paradise.
Some things are the same: He’s still a rodent, and his sartorial tastes still run to the green and purple.
But the fingerless gloves are gone, as are the ’90s skater shorts and the rolled socks. The new Chuck comes clad in jeans and carrying an electric guitar.
Or, as Ad Age snarkily noted: “Chuck E. Cheese Updated for the Mid ’90s.”
Looked like the character design produced by a late 80s executive panel then, looks like it was produced by a late 80s executive panel now.
Let’s be frank. Nobody went to Chuck E. Cheese for the branding. You went there to ingest un-healthy amounts of sub-Little Caesar’s quality pizza and drink enough soda to fuel 8-hour birthday party binges of The Simpsons arcade game and cheating at skee-ball.
Genuinely surprised the one in my area is still open. I thought they’d long gone the way of Discovery Zone.