I will never admit to worrying about the 2″ inch mascot of this blog. There are plenty of 1970′s toys to purchase on E-bay, or Etsy. No degree in rocket surgery is required to take a picture of an inanimate figurine each day. Stand him up in a fire, with some scandalously dressed Barbies or wearing a Harry Potter wig and he’s good to go. Given a boatload of bucks and unlimited amounts of time, I’d have chosen a mascot from some other line, like Ideal’s Six Million Dollar Man, or Kenner’s foot tall version of Boba Fett. I just happened to have Cookie Monster hanging around. Until he wasn’t. I lost him. A sort of panic ensued.
I went stomping around the house yesterday morning looking for the thing to no avail. My wife Lori burst out laughing and after a few minutes managed to ask me “You’re really worried about Cookie Monster, aren’t you? Stop trying to deny it.” I wasn’t worried. In case of Cookie problems, I have a back up. He cost a whopping $5.00 including the shipping. The new/old Cookie isn’t quite the same, however. He’s had a rough life. We call the back-up “Stimpy,” because he looks dumber than the other one. I didn’t even realize that was possible since I don’t assign personalities to these objects. Maybe a little personality. A few weeks ago when I melted original Cookie’s rear in the barbecue, he did look fairly pitiful. Good Lord. I’ve become the 40-Year Old Cookie Monster Carrying Virgin. Fortunately, Cookie was recovered. He’d been through the washing machine and dryer. None the worse for wear, except for more scratches. Somebody call DCFS. Oxy-Clean didn’t do anything to get rid of his jaundiced eye, but the yellow tint is a sort of beauty mark, anyway. So, all was not lost, peace reigns once again and I can continue to pin weird toy pictures to my squishy heart’s content.