"Hey," my brother-in-law, Tony, whispered to my brother, Daniel, and myself as we sat, bored, at the "kids" card table during Thanksgiving 2003. "You guys wanna watch some
Homestar?"
"Yeah," Daniel whispered back.
"What's
Homestar?" I asked.
"Something awesome," Daniel replied, as Tony nodded and said, "Come with me."
After looking around to make sure the rest of our apparently more adult relatives sitting at the "adult table" were too busy refilling their plates or groaning and holding their bellies, we snuck out of the kitchen-dining room and into the adjacent computer room. Tony sat in the office chair and punched in a web address as Daniel and I gathered behind him.
"So what is this?" I asked again as a pasty cartoon character wearing a red shirt and blue propeller-topped hat appeared on the monitor.
"Trust us," Daniel said as Tony navigated to a screen where a squat character wearing boxing gloves and apro wrestling lucha libre mask sat in front of a computer monitor of his own. "You'll love this."