Tag Archives: hostess

Baking Today! With Mr. Allan Keyes

6 May

May 6, 2013


Keying off something Mr. B noted about our field trip to Chiller Theater ’13 – the observation that has-been Gooch puncher Todd Bridges eats TastyKakes Coconut Juniors. The fact of the matter is that it’s not so much coconut (blegh) that Toddy boy is eating which bothers me, but the fact that it’s TastyKakes, which is unarguably the worst of the major baked goods food groups.

The Cadillac of the baked snack foods is (was?) undeniably Hostess:


Look at this list – everything is delicious! The mini-muffins I can scarf down bags at a time. Twinkies are THE quintessential American snack cake, HoHos are misogynistic,  and anyone who doesn’t love LOVE LUV those fruit pies is a communist. There, I said it. A dirty commie.  Besides, those fruit pies are magic:


You gonna argue with the Cap’n? I think not! (You can see a whole lot more of those classic Hostess ads by clicking right here!)



Yes, Drakes arguably has a lineup of more iconic brands than Hostess – that overrated coffee cake was featured on Seinfeld, and Yankee Doodles (and their fey cousins the Sunny Doodles) are part of our growing up,  but it’s all variations on a theme. Where’s the variety! And I’ll put it out there – Funny Bones suck. Tastes like crap covered in thin, flaky chocolate.  And the biggest beef I have with Drakes-  they never got the cake/cream ratio correct. You’d eat a Yankee Doodle or a Devil Dog and you’d come away with awful mouthfuls of dry cake that stuck to the roof of your mouth and no amount of milk could wash it away because it caked like vaguely chocolate cement to your palate. The only way to eat a Devil Dog without choking on it is to turn it on the side so you can get at the cream from the top and get some in each bite – but the ends where the cream ran out was rough going. Eff that, I pay for a snack I want the whole damn thing. And come on, Yodels and Ring Dings are the same effing cake, just different shapes!! What a lack of creativity!!

Little Debbie:


Ever go to Chinatown and see the dudes selling piles of knockoff Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags on the streetcorners? Or the dude offering a great deal on a “Rolex”? Well, that’s what Little Debbie is. Yeah the stuff is cheap, yeah the stuff is kinda tasty, amazing variety but you’re getting a lower quality product and you know it. The cream in the middle of Little Debbie cakes is tasty, but thin. It doesn’t have the density of Hostess or Drakes, they have the thick cream (man I hope NAMBLA doesn’t read this blog, it sounds so wrong)  Little Debbie is what I’d put out for visiting acquaintances, Hostess is what I’d put out for vising friends. Plus the picture of Debbie is kind of creepy. She has those lifeless eyes, dead eyes like a dolls eyes. *Shudder*



First of all, they’re so bootleg they use a K for cake. Kind of like Cheeze instead of Cheese.  Pure BOOTLEG SHYSTINESS.  And I can’t even see one of these awful looking boxes without making an immediate Jerky Boys connection:


Any snack food that makes you think of Pine Cones up the ass cannot be good under any circumstances. So I guess it is appropriate for Todd Bridges after all. Whatchoo Talking About Alan??


The Saturday Comics: The Man From Atlantis

23 Mar

March 23, 2013

sat com logo


From 1977 to 1978, Patrick Duffy starred as Mark Harris, The Man From Atlantis in 4 tv movies and 13 tv episodes of the series of the same name. He was a half-human, half-Atlantean hybrid, living on land with little memory of his past.

Hmm. Sounds a lot like Aquaman.

Looks kind of like him too.


So it should come as no surprise that the comic adaptation of the show was published by Marvel Comics.

Not DC? No, why would DC want to publish a pretty clear copy of their own character? Marvel, on the other hand, had no problem with an Aquaman ripoff. And why should they? They already published the adventures of their own sea king.


The comic was not very popular. And while Aquaman had his own Hostess ad, The Man From Atlantis never even got an action figure out of the development stage.

hostess aquaman

Anyway, the tv show didn’t last long and neither did the comic, tanking after only seven issues.


What the what now? What’s that guy doing there?
Hey, it’s the real Mark Harris, the very flamboyant homosexual who married the very ancient Martha Raye just before she died, slept with her once, and inherited her estate.

Mark Harris. That’s the legacy of The Man From Atlantis.


%d bloggers like this: