There’s an episode of Saved By the Bell called “Screech’s Spaghetti Sauce” that aired on September 19, 1992, starring Soleil Moon Frye of Punky Brewster fame. We noticed while she was standing here with her locker open that she had a picture of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Vanilla Ice, and something that says “BART, BLOBS, AND OZ.” (See lower right)
We searched for “BART, BLOBS, AND OZ” in quotes and found out it’s the headline from an article from a November 30, 1990, issue of Entertainment Weekly. The main story of the issue was about the anniversary of John Lennon’s death, but we noticed there was also a feature about Vanilla Ice included.
So to review: For a 1992 episode of Saved By the Bell, they cut out random photos and gibberish from a 1990 issue of Entertainment Weekly they had lying around and taped them up in her locker.
When I was about 11 or 12, I really wanted a pair of high top sneakers, and I would often ask my mom if I could get a pair. This was around the time Family Matters was blowing up in popularity, and she said to me once after my asking, "Well, does URKEL wear high tops?"
For one thing, Urkel did in fact wear high tops, he had red Chuck Taylors. For another, I don't know why this was supposed to convince me of anything. Though we all enjoyed Urkel's antics, nobody aspired to be like him. I guess I was supposed to sheepishly reply "Noooooo," and then that would be the end of the conversation.
I had a dream last night that I was standing and shouting at a table full of random people, and I said to them "I can tell you this much, I will NOT be your laughing stock. And if someone so much as winks at me from now on, I will crush your fucking skull with a laundry basket." I began to walk away, then pointed to the far end of the table and said, "Well, maybe not those two guys, they're really big." I exited the room to uproarious laughter.
In 1995 while I was laid up in the hospital recovering from a car accident, this one nurse lady caught wind that I was a fan of rock music, and she one day said to me grinning and wide-eyed, "I'm going to get you a book that tells you what rock and roll is REALLY all about." She got me this book pictured here, "What's Wrong With Christian Rock?"
There are a few ways you could interpret this title, but the gist of it was that "Even though they're singing about Jesus, rock music is still not okay, because it's ultimately fueled by Satan." I think that cartoon is supposed to be of Amy Grant, but it looks more like Michael Jackson. I don't remember much about it, but there were generic and spurious examples cited of rock lyrics from bands that never claimed to be Christian, stuff like, "Oh yeah yeah, me and my boys like to drink whiskey and party with the ladies, rock and roll," and the author was like "Now if you can see Jesus in THAT line, I'd certainly like an explanation."
For some reason the book kicked around my parents house for a while, then I presume my mom eventually got rid of it.