Arune Is Now At Twitter

Folks, as you can tell, I’m too busy to blog properly now, but you can follow me at Twitter right here. It’s not a substitute for what I do here, but consider it a bunch of Arune.Com “minisodes” till I have time to blog again.

And go see the best comic book movie ever, and one of my favorite movies ever– The Dark Knight! It’s a masterpiece and something everyone should see in the theatre.

I’m Still From Canada, Eh

Yes, as many know, I’m now officially an America– and damn proud of it– but it’s not like I’ll ever forget where I came from (Canada) and my ethnic heritage (India). In the case of the former, there’s been a few things lately that remind me where I’m from.

• GTA– as many of you know, GTA generally stands for Grand Theft Auto, the popular video game series, but that acronym always makes me think of “Greater Toronto Area,” since that’s what they call the suburbs around Toronto.
• OPP– whenever I hear “OPP” in that song you know you’ve all heard, I think “Ontario Provincial Police”, not the real meaning.
• Z– It’s “Zed” not “Zee”, though I must admit that saying “Zed” on the phone sure confuses people.
• Hockey apparel– to me, it’s something you can wear year round, whereas people here have a lot more sports to support (and wear apparel for) than I did in Toronto.
• Victoria Day– I joked about taking it off tomorrow…but know one knew what the day meant– learn here.

Random Encounters In NYC

I’ve written about strange encounters around New York before and figured I’d update everyone on some of the more recent interesting meetings in my life. The above image from The Dark Knight (the sequel to Batman Begins) has no relevance to anything in this entry– I just thought it looked cool.

1. My buddy Mike and I went to the Yankees game on Friday night, which turned out to be quite a fun time, since the Yanks finally snapped a three game losing streak. The weather was a bit miserable and I wore a long sleeve Yankees shirt to keep warm, which I was still wearing when I went to my favorite local bar. As soon as I entered the bar, I noticed a woman staring at me and ignored it—I figured I was just imagining things. The bartender came up to me, smiled and said the woman had asked if I was a player for the Yankees. Later, once a few other guys there learned I recently became an American citizen, they started asking me to flex and saying, “America’s got some more muscle now!” while squeezing my arms. Just an odd night overall.
2. On Saturday, I was in Central Park and ran into one of the many cartoonists who hang around, offering to do caricatures for the many tourists passing by. He tried stopping my by getting very close to me and saying “You like your picture? You very good looking. I draw you.” Maybe it’s just me, but even if I were inclined to sit and be drawn, I’d be creeped out a bit.
3. No matter where I go in New York, as long as I’m wearing a Montreal Canadiens hat, someone stops to talk to me about hockey. Some friends at work have joked that the logo looks a bit like the logo of the Chicago Cubs, but I’ve always dismissed it as them joking with me. This weekend, I was stopped by numerous people who said, “Oh, you’re a Chicago fan?” to me and really meant it.

Being a Habs Fan

Yup, it’s been some time since an entry, but I’ve got two good reasons—a busy time at work and the NHL. The latter has been especially all-consuming, as we’re almost done with the first round of the playoffs and my Montreal Canadiens (aka The Habs), have been exhausting of late. As of writing this, they’re heading into game 7 of their series with the Boston Bruins. They beat Boston eight straight times during the regular season, had a 3-2 series lead going into today’s game and lost in an exciting, action-packed 5-4 game.

It’s actually pretty amazing how exhausting it can be just to watch a sports game where you actually care about the outcome because the excitement is so high for that period of time. The NFL knows how to use this excitement well, keeping their seasons short and making sure fans are on their feet every Sunday, stocking up on team merchandise to celebrate each game…because every game is that important. When it comes to hockey, the 82 game season is really all about making it into the playoffs and then those best of seven playoff series become a “second season.” So not only do we cheer our teams for all these games, we’re also forced to realize it could all end really quickly if our team can’t win four games against a team they may have dominated in the regular season.

A lot of people probably think it’s stupid to get so worked up about sports since it’s just, well, sports and I can understand their perspective. “Stupid” is completely the wrong word, though the one I’ve heard most often, but when you look at the entirety of life, a sports team not winning a game seems rather meaningless. However, that doesn’t mean it’s not a natural human reaction given the joy we derive from these games and if kept in perspective, it seems like an entirely healthy escape to me. I could watch a movie and immerse myself in fiction. I could read a book and create a world in my mind. I could listen to music and surrender myself to the words & voice of another. Or, as I do, I could just spend a good two hours watching skilled athletes play a game for the glory of their adopted homes. I don’t see any empirical assessment that makes my choice any worse than the other choices. I’m not saying it’s better either—just that I believe it to be a valid, reasonable choice given my many options.

So, with that all in mind, I spent this evening watching my Habs lose and, I’ll admit it, being fairly pissed off when they lost. I didn’t yell or curse. I didn’t break anything or stomp around. I did, however, just feel really pissed off. It makes no sense because it’s just a game and supposed to be a nice diversion from reality. Everyone wants their team to win and 99% of will be disappointed, so I shouldn’t expect to be in that 1% each time the playoffs come around. In trying to understand this anger, in trying to rationalize my own response and find some peace, I discovered something else:

It’s really great to be pissed of by a hockey game.

No, really. If I’m able to spend two hours watching a game (on my Montreal Canadiens recliner—thanks Mom & Dad!), giving myself over to the passion of the game and ignore any other negative things in my life, that’s pretty good. If at the end of the game, all I really have to be angry about is the result of the game, well, that means I’ve got a pretty good life, eh?

Happy New Year!

The title says it all. Hope you have a great 2008 and that this silly little blog can be a part of it!

I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Resolutions. There’s nothing inherently wrong with them, it’s just seemed like an arbitrary time to put my life on the right course. So I’ve got nothing to share but the resolution I make each day: to be better than yesterday and learn from my mistakes.

Any interesting resolutions you’ve made?

2007 was a great year, one in which I made many dreams come true and achieved a lot. Now, for 2008, I want more and hope to blog more often!

The Great State Of Texas– Part Two

It’s game day! On my short list of life dreams, one of them was going to Texas Stadium for a live Dallas Cowboys game. With only one more season till the ‘Boys move into their new digs, this was a dream I wanted to make reality ASAP. I’d missed out on seeing my Canadiens in the old Montreal Forum so I didn’t want to do something similar with my football team!

Texas is beautiful. I’m not sure I’ve stressed that enough. While you see lots of open land and not the same kind of historic architecture you might see in somewhere like New York City, there’s something special about texture of it all. The way the houses line up against each other, the fields you just know are used for football by kids and the farms that hearken back to the whole cowboy image of Texas…it’s pretty awesome. While these pictures don’t tell the whole story, here are some images of the view from our hotel room.

Our hotel shuttle for the game didn’t leave till 1pm, so Nick and I had lots of time to relax before the game. Somehow we settled on watching Fellowship Of The Ring, the first Lord Of The Rings film, and took our time getting ready for the game. We did make it in time for the very impressive breakfast buffet and scarfed down some great eggs, fruit, pancakes, juice and more. All the pundits seemed to predict an easy win for the Cowboys over the Philadelphia Eagles, but I wasn’t quite buying into it, as the Cowboys seemed ripe for an embarrassing loss after some questionable recent performances.

I do wish I’d been able to stay in Texas for an extra couple of days, so I could’ve driven around the state more and really seen what it’s like during the week. I wouldn’t have become an expert, but I think it would be interesting to see everyday life and experience that instead of just being there for a busy football weekend.

At 1pm, we boarded the bus and headed for the stadium, the first thing I noticed is that the highways were packed. You couldn’t move an inch, cut in a lane or even see empty pavement—everyone was on their way to Texas Stadium.

Exiting the shuttle and walking towards our gate, it was impossible not to notice the passion of the Cowboys fans. From tailgating parties to face painting and a near one hour line-up at the Dallas Cowboys Pro Shop, these are the most devoted fans I’ve seen outside of Canadians during the hockey playoff season. I also realized I love that damn Texas accent—maybe it just reminds me of old cowboy movies or it’s just different than that New York drawl, but it’s also awesome to me.

Thanks to our father, Nick and I had great seats but we spent an hour walking around the stadium, observing all the different concession stands—Cowboys Cheesesteaks, Cowboy Margaritas—and the numerous merchandise stands. Since it’s a cash-only stadium, every ATM had long lines, so much so that even an hour early for games you could find yourself getting to your seat late if you didn’t bring cash.

We eventually settled at our seats, which weren’t too far from singer Jessica Simpson (below in a pretty crappy photo) who got blamed for distracting quarterback Tony Romo that day.

The NFL is an awesome spectacle. The game opened with fireworks, tons of cheerleader routine and our Cowboys sideline, midfield seats gave us a great view of all the action. The entire stadium came alive…but soon we bore witness to one of the worst football games I’ve ever seen. Both team played horribly, with only one touchdown scored between both sides and the Eagles winning 10-6. Beyond some women rubbing my hair all game (they said it was “perfect”), not much eventful occurred- but it was great for my brother and I to spend time watching the game together. At the end of the day, we made the trip to Dallas, went to the historic stadium and watched our team, cheering at every opportunity.

Now I don’t know what happened, but our shuttle didn’t show up for 90 minutes after game, leaving dozens of us from the hotel stranded in the cold. I can’t in good conscience not warn others about using Marriot’s shuttle service, as Marriot customers from other hotels had the same problem and I wished I’d just driven to the stadium myself.

Arriving at the hotel so late, we decided to get a quick dinner and I downed a couple more Shiner Bock beers, as I doubt I’ll ever find it outside of Texas. After packing everything into our now bulging suitcases, we watching Return Of The King and soon went to sleep, as the weekend was pretty exhausting. I also have to note that our hotel room had the Book Of Mormon and the Bible in the bedside table—I’ve never seen that outside of Utah.

The next day we returned to New York and while the Cowboys didn’t win, it was a real special trip, as I can now say I’ve completed another life’s dream and did it with my brother. I look forward to seeing the Cowboys in 2009, when their new stadium opens up, but it’ll never compare to this first experience of discovering Texas, my first NFL game and seeing this team of Cowboys. Of course, maybe next time they’ll actually play well, eh?

I wish there was something more profound, more enlightening I could say about this trip, but it’s just a great family trip to see our favorite team play at a historic stadium. Nothing crazy, no drunken escapades and no debauchery. We didn’t spend a lot of time there, but we had a great time and we’ll definitely make a return trip.

Fuckin Dallas, eh?

The Great State Of Texas– Part One

Fucking Dallas.

Those were the two words I once again quickly uttered at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport upon arriving last Saturday. I’d been to the airport twice previously (though just passing through) and with my previous experiences, I expected to encounter some problems. As I’d boarded the plane back in New York with my brother Nick earlier that morning, embarking on a trip to watch the Dallas Cowboy at Texas Stadium, I was thinking back to my previous Dallas visits.

The first occurred when I was about 16 or so, on a school field trip and at DFW Airport with one of my high school teachers and fellow students. While walking to my connecting gate, my teacher, a fellow student and I were all stopped for a “random drug check,” during which I was asked if I used drugs, how I dealt them and if I had any on my person. I was a bit mortified and probably a bit too facetious with the security guards—the accusations seemed ridiculous to me—but I never forget that incident. It was the first time I was ever hassled in an airport.

The second time I hit DFW was back in 2003, during a return trip from England, when I was repeatedly asked for identification and grilled by multiple security guards, ending in being stopped at the security gate, having my pants taken off and a hand down my underwear to check for “weapons”—all without removing me from plain site of everyone else. I always laugh that I’m happiest about the fact I wasn’t already aroused and didn’t get so during the, uh, search for “weapons.”

So what made me cuss now? I blame myself a bit. After arriving a half-hour early in Dallas (about 10:30 am), I figured things were looking up for me, a feeling buoyed by the fact that we exited at the gate right next to the Dallas Cowboys Pro Shop. Quickly purchasing a hardcover booked called “Greatest Team Ever” and the Dallas Cowboys 2007 Media Guide. I knew I could find both at the game, but didn’t want to lug them around in an environment where there’s more chance of food & drink spilling on them. Nick & I quickly headed to the baggage pickup, where Nick & I were happy to see luggage from our place already on the carousel. Then 30 minutes passed and we both felt really frustrated by the lack of our luggage. Checking with Delta representatives, I learned that 37 or so bags simply weren’t loaded on a plane. Naturally those included my bags because I can’t visit Dallas without something going wrong! As I said, “Fucking Dallas.”

Frustrated and annoyed, we rented a car from Hertz—a nice Pontiac GT—and I experienced my only regret of the trip: not renting a Mustang. I was in such a rush that I didn’t select a cooler car. The first thing I noticed about Texas roads—beyond all the wide-open space—is the lack of good signage. Speed limits, clear direction to the freeway, street names—nothing seems well-placed or bountiful enough. First stop was our hotel—the Marriot Los Colinas—which was a bit out of the way of Downtown Dallas or any major shopping areas, but only a 7 mile drive from the airport. I made a few wrong turns before getting on the 121, but it allowed me to see lots of huge mega-churches (big buildings, big lights, big screens, etc) and some of the Fort Worth inner streets, which seemed absolutely abandoned on that chilly Saturday. Ever watch the show Friday Night Lights? Just look at that opening credits sequence and that’s what I saw Texas to be all weekend. I was only in the state for 48 hours, so I’m hardly an expect and I’m not meaning to state that things are the way I saw ‘em, but everything I saw in Texas was exactly what I expected based on pop culture.

That said, there’s something charming about Texas from the minute you lay eyes on it, different from the open roads of Utah, Nevada or Arizona. I’m not sure what gives it such character, but there’s something utterly familiar about the landscape that makes it seem uniquely American. This isn’t the same sight you’ll find in Saskatchewan, Canada or even anywhere else in the US—Texas is uniquely American.

Upon arriving at the hotel, at which point we checked in and got our room keys, Nick & I decided to just go shopping for essentials. Delta hoped we’d have our luggage tonight (though likely around 10PM) but given that they’d already not put our luggage on the plane and that I don’t have the best of luck in Dallas, it seemed prudent to stock up on supplies. The hotel staff gave me the location of some nearby malls and we headed off, hoping I wouldn’t get lost on the highway.

It’s amazing how much only eight months in New York have altered my views of the most basic things. I know that the highways were probably busy for Dallas, but compared to the highways in New York, it seemed positively desolate. While I’m still a fairly conservative driver, I found myself cutting in and out of lanes with ease after watching the possibly insane New York drivers navigate through much more deadly conditions. This got us to the Grapevine Mills Mall fairly quickly, where it seemed the entire team of Grapevine came out to shop. The mall was packed to the gills and I don’t blame ‘em—there were a lot of great outlet stores in addition to awesome specialty stores—including a Cowboys Pro Shop.

For Nick & I, the first order of business was getting food, so we hit the food court and found some kind of dancing show going on, which had drawn quite a crowd. This meant the long lines everywhere, but we found some Texas BBQ fast food joint that served fairly decent food at a great price. While I love New York, it’s always a pleasure to visit other places with reasonable food prices for similar meals. The rest of the mall was pretty good, with two objectives in mind—find some clothes to get us through the night and hit the Dallas Cowboys Pro Shop. Yeah, we’d been to one in the airport, but the one in this mall was far larger and I was looking to add to my burgeoning Cowboys clothing collection. While Nick picked up an awesome, vintage looking Dallas t-shirt, I opted for a midweight jacket (much like you see the players wearing on the sidelines) along with a replica Cowboys football and shot glass. It’s probably a clear sign of my age that I still like collecting shot glasses. The store was packed, with people purchasing lots of merchandise at one time, routinely running up bills over $200! While the New York Yankees are one of the best merchandised—and most popular—sports teams in the world, they can’t hold a candle to the Cowboys. That’s part of the NFL being, in my opinion, the best managed and merchandised sport in the world. Sure, some players get arrested for horrible things (EG: Michael Vick’s dog fighting charges), but the NFL is conscious of putting out positive advertisements (such as their ads about fitness and helping community), as well as making sure each team has a plethora of awesome merchandise to purchase. It helps that the football season is so short and intense, making it hard to be a fan and not be completely caught up in the sport. As much as hockey is my first sport love, I’m ignoring it right now in favor of football (for the most part) because each NFL game matters more right now than any Canadiens game I might be watching.

“I’ve never seen you so into a team,” Nick told me and to a degree, he’s right. Come NHL playoff time—or at least post-All Star Game—I’ll be the same way about hockey, but for now I’m all about the Cowboys. That said, I did run into another Habs fan at a Foot Locker in the mall, when I overheard him ask an associate if they had any Canadiens gear and we began talking about Montreal’s poor season thus far.

A few trips around the busy mall—we were shopping around, looking for the best prices—and we ended up at the Nike outlet, where Nick purchased some new shoes and we both got great discounts on some workout clothes. Still, we both wanted to drive around and see more of the state, so we just got on the highway and drove around, finally deciding to hit the famous Galleria mall in Dallas. After driving through the relatively slow areas of Irving and Fort Worth, it was nice to enter the hustle & bustle of Dallas. The mall, while alive, wasn’t as packed as Grapevine Mills (where I could swear the whole town came out) and it made me wonder what it’d be like to explore the rest of downtown Dallas. Wandering through Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus, it brought me back to my old days of working in retail during the holidays and I admit, sometimes I miss it. There was an odd unity that developed between employees during that time as we braved the crazed customers, but then again, that was about the only time of year that I felt that solidarity.

If I hadn’t been so exhausted from the day (early flight, 3-4 hours of mall walking, etc), I’d likely have indulged myself by skating in the mall’s indoor rink or doing some clothing shopping of my own—by this point it was Nick who was really looking for stuff and I was happy to play sidekick. With the night upon us, and my own unfamiliarity with the roads, we headed back to the hotel and I, naturally, missed my exit and had to jump on a few different interstates before I could get myself turned around in the right direction. Damn 635!

During the ride, I was reminded of why I used to love talk radio, as The Score 1310 blared in the car. The station has great football commentary and it was fun to listen to the intelligent, insightful commentary not only about the NFL, but also football in Texas. On that note, it was interesting that in both Galleria and Grapevine Mills, most people seemed to be wearing lots of football clothing and accessories, featuring everything from university teams to the Cowboys or the Texans. It’s amazing how much that passion reminds me of hockey in Canada, where every winter it seemed everyone wore hockey apparel on a near-daily basis.

Arriving back at the hotel, we unpacked our purchases and hit the gym—which isn’t great, but did the job—so we could get the blood flowing and feel alive. Thankfully our bags arrived once we got back to the room (around 8:30pm) so we had fresh clothes to wear as we got dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. I really wanted some of that messy, yummy authentic Texas barbeque, but didn’t feel like driving out to Dallas again and Nick was too tired to drive. We had a great dinner nonetheless and I discovered a great Texas beer—Shiner Bock. You can learn more about it right here and next time I’m in Texas, I intend to visit the brewery where it’s made.

With the events of the day, Nick and I both hit the sack pretty quickly, as I tried to finish reading a book (the excellent The Namesake) but could barely keep my eyes open. While Dallas had spurned me when I first entered, it treated me quite nicely and lost luggage aside, I had a great day. Hell, because of that lost luggage I was forced to rent a car and drive around…so maybe it all worked out for the best.

So ended Day One. Look for a Day Two report later this week, along with photos from the game and of the surrounding area.

Everyone & No One

Walking down the street yesterday, in no particular rush to be anywhere, I noticed something—everyone’s on their cell phones. This is no huge revelation to anyone, myself included, but I can still remember when cell phones weren’t as big and we walked around talking to each other, looking at the world around us and not checking out Fantasy Football scores. The kicker is that I was, of course, on my cell phone too.

I’m not saying that because we’re on cell phones we don’t communicate with each other since phones, by their nature, are devices for communication. And we’re hardly isolated or unappreciative of the city if we’re out in public, walking, talking and watching at the same time. But it just seems bizarre to see people out at dinner, tapping away on their PDAs (I’ve been that person unfortunately) and multi-tasking relationships with business. Is work that much more prevalent in our lives? Does this incessant use of cell phones connect us to people more than before? And, perhaps, is there nothing wrong with the new status quo?

As someone who uses his BlackBerry a lot, I’m hardly above indictment, but it seems like we’re all so wrapped up in using these phones that we miss out a lot on things—or at least I do. My recent travels highlighted that as I noticed the little details around me more because I wasn’t on my phone and I wasn’t trying to talk & observe at the same time. Even my conversations on the phone seemed more focused and intelligent on my part because I had them while I was relaxing, not while I was walking around and discovering. Hell, had I been on the phone while watching the Canadiens/Leafs, I can’t imagine I’d have been as absorbed by the game and enjoyed it nearly as much. It’s hard to have a conversation with a friend over dinner if we’re both checking our phones. It’s hard to truly notice a great city when we’re focused on our phone call.

Maybe some things just shouldn’t be multi-tasked?

Hockey Night In Canada, Eh?

Thanks to the wonders of NHL Center Ice, the affordable sports package allowing you to see almost every NHL game, I’ve been able to finally see my beloved Montreal Canadiens in action. It also means that tonight , their game was featured on Hockey Night in Canada, a staple of my youth, and that meant Canada’s second national anthem (you can hear it right here) was in full effect. I didn’t realize how much I missed it till now!

First, let’s focus on the Canadiens awesome game against the Penguins tonight. Bottom line, whether or not you’re a big hockey fan, this is the kind of game that epitomizes the greatness of the sport. Montreal dominated early with fluid, quick plays and took an early 3-0 lead, but soon found that Pittsburgh had a lot of life– and the game was tied with less than 2 minutes left! A great overtime period and exciting shoot out (16 different shots!) led to a Montreal victory, which left me (and many others) on the edge of my seat! Even if this hadn’t been a HNiC presentation, I would’ve been completely enthralled and would still be writing something about the game.

But just as with many things in life, growing older and moving on with my life makes me appreciate how lucky I was to have this high quality hockey program every Saturday. The sheer level of respect for hockey displayed by Hockey Night In Canada, the depth of knowledge and quality commentators make this one of the standout sports programs of all time. Sure, commentator Don Cherry can seem like an ass at times and I feel bad for Ron MacLean (his Coach’s Corner co-host), who never seems to get a word in with Cherry in, but y’know what? They’re awesome. Every time you see them you can’t help but feel their passion for hockey and know that they’re in this business because they love the sport. It’s hard to believe I watched this program so much as a kid and didn’t really appreciate the nuances of its awesomeness.

There’s also something unique about Canadian commercials. In some ways they feel cheaper (ie: lower budget), but there’s this inherent wholesomeness to it all that I can’t ignore. One commercial for Mr. Sub (the Canuck version of Subway) features an old lady stealing a sub sandwich from a young guy and then pretending he’s attacking her, as to avoid him trying to steal it back. Normally I’d probably find this kind of ad a bit stupid, but the Canadians put it together in a way it actually seems a bit charming. Even when advertising a major national chain like Tim Hortons (the home of the world’s best donuts) advertises their special new products, somehow they make it seem like a worthwhile part of Canadian life than some crass ad designed to get you to spend money.

Finally, and this is the smallest thing to some, it’s just great to see my favorite sports team of all time from the comfort of my own home on a regular basis. While I’ve waxed and waned on favorite teams in other sports (the Dallas Cowboys are perhaps the only other team I’ve ever been a fan of for a long time), the Habs have been a favorite since my childhood. I’m actually invested in these games and even find myself yelling at the television a bit, the same kind of behaviour I rarely understand in others but now find myself emulating. It’s great to come home from work and find comfort in a watching the Habs play some hockey. It’s nothing mind blowing, it’s nothing life changing, but it’s comforting and that’s something special to me.

Frankly, if you’ve never seen HNiC, none of this may make sense, but if you’re like me and haven’t checked one out in a while, I’d recommend doing so– there’s something utterly Canadian about it all and it reminds me why I’m proud to be from that country.

High School Musical

For the most part I wasn’t a fan of high school, which honestly had as much to do with me as it did with school and the usual teenage angst. But in my OAC year (Grade 13 which was mandatory in Ontario), I had a lot of fun thanks to my friends and thanks to coming into my own. Part of that growth involved embracing my nostalgic love for the cartoons of my youth and discovering how many of my friends also loved these shows. To that end I created a CD called Big Sexy Toons, a combination of my nickname “Big Sexy” and a popular CD collection called “Big Shiny Toons,” and used to play it frequently in school. Thanks to Rob Chung and Darcy Studer, we installed a stereo system in Darcy’s locker and played music each morning before class. At first some people didn’t quite understand the appeal of these songs, but soon most were asking for a copy of the CD and I made a few dozen of these discs in my youth. I’ve noticed that a lot of my co-workers share an affinity for these songs and it reminded me how much times past can positively impact the present. These songs not only remind me of how much I loved these shows, but the fun I experienced while watching these shows with my family.

So here it is, the complete track listing for Big Sexy Toons: Volume 1, only available in Canada during the 1999-2000 school year and only to my high school friends. How’s that for limited edition? I know people will ask, but I cannot copy this disc and send copies to anyone. I don’t own the rights to these songs so any distribution would be illegal and no, I have no idea how one would collect these songs if one wanted to right now.

BIG SEXY TOONS: Volume 1

1. Teknoman theme song
2. Saber Rider & The Star Sherrifs theme song
3. Robotech theme song
4. Voltron: Defender of The Universe theme song
5. Transformers theme song
6. Go-Bots theme song
7. G.I Joe theme song
8. Pryde of The X-Men theme song
9. Batman: The Animated Series theme song
10. Super-Friends theme song
11. Swamp Thing theme song
12. Spider-Man theme song(60’s)
13. Spiderman & His Amazing Friends theme song
14. Wild C.A.T.S theme song
15. Darkwing Duck theme song
16. Thundercats theme song
17. Silverhawks theme song
18. M.A.S.K theme song
19. Captain N & The Adventures of Super Mario 3 theme song
20. James Bond Jr theme song
21. Captain Planet & The Planeteers Theme Song
22. Gargoyles theme song
23. Duck Tales theme song
24. Rescue Rangers theme song
25. Fat Albert theme song
26. Tick theme song
27. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song
28. Speed Racer theme song
29. Scooby Doo theme song
30. Tiny Toon Adventures theme song
31. Garfield & Friends theme song
32. Heathcliff theme song
33. Samurai Pizza Cats theme song
34. Denver the Last Dinosaur theme song
35. He-Man theme song
36. She-Ra: Princess of Power theme song
37. Adventures of Teddy Ruxpin theme song
38. Woody Woodpecker theme songs
39. Gummi Bears theme song
40. Winnie The Pooh theme song
41. Smurfs theme song
42. Muppet Babies theme song
43. Care Bears theme song
44. My Little Pony theme song
45. Jem & The Holograms theme song
46. Alvin & The Chipmunks
47. Jetsons theme song
48. Flinstones theme song
49. Yogi Bear theme song
50. Tom & Jerry theme song
51. Rocky & Bullwinkle theme song
52. My Pet Monster theme song
53. Raccoons theme song (”Run With Us”)
54. Astro Boy theme song
55. Mighty Hercules theme song
56. Chilli Willy theme song
57. Droids theme song
58. Ewoks theme song
59. Ghostbusters theme song