Childhood nostalgia is a bittersweet thing.

It's almost midnight on Sunday and I'm strangely compelled to finish watching Street Fighter is on Spike TV. When the movie was released my senior year of high school, I'll admit, I gladly paid full price adult admission to watch it in the theatre. At the time, I didn't think much of it other than wanting to see my favorite video game characters come to life. Tonight, the movie has lost some of it's wondrous lustre and the cheese factor has increased tenfold. I'm sure it was that cheesey all along and I just didn't know any better as a child.

I guess there are alot of things in life like that, that don't grow with you as your perspective matures.