I came across something tonight which I didn't think much of at first, but after careful reflection, troubled me deeply. I don't know how else to say it than to just say it: Race Bannon filed suit against Dr. Benton Quest to win custody of Jonny and his pal Hadji. I think I'm going to get sick and spit up on my desk. Oy.

That's just not right. It. Is. Not. Right. Johnny Quest was like my favorite show growing up. And I dug Race Bannon. He was my hero during my formative years. When the outer space spiders came down, he whipped out the Garand. When there were crocodiles, he'd get the .50 cal on the jeep. He flew the plane and blew shit up and drove cars really fast and generally kicked complete ass against any and all manner of bad guy both far and wide. He was the Quest family's fearless protector and had an unknown bond with them: Never a "true" part of the family, yet the one that would give his life to save the family. He always made sure they were safe even if it meant his life was on the line. He was unconditionally devoted even though he knew he would never be a real family member. He was a selflessly caring character in that respect, and he was also a rambunctious little punk's idol. And now, 35 years later, they say he's gay? That's the unknown bond?! But... But... But... No!

I'm not saying there's anything intrinsically wrong with him being gay. I have and have had lots of friends who are gay. I've known and worked with and gone out with and had whole entire relationships with gay people. I've got no problem whatsoever with people being gay. It's their thing, just like my thing is my thing. I am down with gay. Really and truly. But none of the many wonderful gay people I've known were my friggin' childhood cartoon heros!

It shakes a small foundation is all I'm saying. A tiny one. Something you took for granted isn't the way you thought it was. Nothing major on the surface, but somehow profoundly disturbing the more you think about it. Like a picture that always looks crooked, and gets more croooked the more you mess with it. Or like a table that is never quite level. Like that, but in your head.

Anyway, I submitted the link to fark.com...