Pajama Sam is the man. This is one of the first games I played and I'm glad I played it. Most things from childhood are already imbued with a dreamlike air, but if these items already concern dreams, then their attempts at surrealism are greatly amplified, as one could imagine. I really can't believe how bad kids have it now. In my day, we had Spongebob and Pajama Sam, deviously clever explorations of the kinds of imaginations only children could possess. The imagery and atmosphere (and this is a game for 6-year olds, mind you) is freaking awesome. The black central tree dressed with multiple levels of houses. That boat guy. The heroic, if somewhat arrogant, carrot with the green soul patch. The traffic light in the mine whose colors correspond with condiments (red-ketchup, yellow-mustard, green-relish), the pretentious monocle-wearing tree... The point-and-click puzzles were rad too. God. This shit was great. While those poor stupid youngsters watch their painfully unfunny Nick Jr. Spanish lessons, I'll sit back and remember the days when the providers of children's entertainment didn't consider their audience to be made up of humorless, brainless sacks of poop.
Hell yes.
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