The Cabazon Dinosaurs are full of crap
I was recently in Palm Springs for a family vacation. I was pretty pleased to viddy the famous dinosaurs just off the I-10, the same dinosaurs that Large Marge dropped Pee Wee off at in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, the same ones that the autistic kid in The Wizard was obsessed with.
Imagine how much more titilated I was when the Wheel Inn restaurant at the foot of the dinosaurs served really satisfying home cooking, date shakes, and a great deal of kitsch–even if I didn’t have the guts to say that Large Marge had sent us when we first encountered the hostess.
Then imagine my disapointment when I entered Dinny the Apatosaurous’s tail end and was confronted with dim-witted creationist screeds hanging above dioramas of dinosaurs fighting knights.
I guess everything has a big but, and the enjoyment of these icons of my youth are no exception.
UPDATE: How’s this for renewing your faith in humanity?
RAEKWON: There wouldn’t have been no Wu-Tang Clan without Pee Wee. Back in the Shaolin, we was all just fell in together, seen? We didn’t have nothin’ in common except we all liked rappin’ and we was all heavy into my man Paul Reubens. Like, that skit on the first album, that ‘Where My Pee Wee Tape At’? That’s totally drawn from life. Back before we picked our Wu names, Deck used to be called Amazing Larry…we used to call all the ladies Dotties. It was a great time to be alive, man.
Now that’s some historical revisionism I can go along with.
UPDATE: at least this sort of chicanery is stoppable in public schools.