Circuit City Flighty, Sensitive, Apt To Fly Into Rages And Gales of Tears

At least that's what I'm guessing based on how they're flipping out at being the subject of mediocre satire in Mad Magazine.

Congrats to Elizabeth Barron and Circuit City for hitting upon the one thing that would lead to more than twelve people reading the shitty parody. I particularly like the directive to destroy the magazines and throw them away, which conjures images of Circuit City drones jumping up and down on a stack of magazines before shoveling them off of the loading dock.

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  1. Patrick says

    Who, of those of us around in the 70s, would have thought that Mad Magazine (featuring Don Martin and Dave Berg at the time) would be a has been, while Cracked would be a reliably good to excellent source of humor on the networked global computer mass consciousness?

    I still mourn Spy vs. Spy.

  2. tgb says

    Wait. You can buy copies of Mad at Circuit City? Since when?

    True story:

    Back in '65 or '66, my best friend Brian Tucker and I were major fans of Mad. We must have been 13, maybe 14 at the time. One day we decided to ditch school and take the subway from Brooklyn to hang out in mid-town Manhattan. On a whim we decided to drop in on the Mad offices (at the time on 32nd Street, iirc). We strode in with no appointment, announced we were Mad's biggest fans, and requested, nay, demanded a tour.

    I still recall the day because everyone there was so gracious to a couple of snotty, pimple-faced adolescents. Not only were we intruding on their time, but I'm certain in hindsight they had to endure several similar interruptions weekly.

    The three things I remember most of the visit are 1) being handed a stack of vintage Kurtzman-era Mads on the way out; 2)Bill Gaines' office because securely placed in his window was a 3-dimensional recreation of the view out that window – except for a giant King Kong head peeking in, and 3)meeting Don Martin and getting his autograph. He was living in Miami at the time, and had come in for a meeting with the Mad editors.

    I don't know what ever became of that autographed copy, but boy, I sure wish I had it today.