Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

Kraft Mac and Cheese Understands Me

So for those who aren't up on all things TMNT these days, Nick Jr. has a new incarnation of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which I guess isn't that bad. (My kids like the original cartoons better, because we have mad parenting skills.) And of course, Michael Bay has this travesty on the way:

In which the Turtles dress like thugs 
and, inexplicably, have lips.
Which is why I find it so awesome that Kraft is savvy enough to realize that it's not the kids who are going to want to buy Ninja-Turtle-shaped macaroni. Yes, Kraft totally understands the imperious sway that nostalgia holds for me and my generation. And they know that we're the ones who have the money.

Go, Ninja, Go, Ninja, Go!