Post by shawn30 on Jan 24, 2009 22:59:16 GMT -5
So I'm sitting here watching the Lost season premier rerun from this past Wend and pondering just how insane a TV show's plot can get when it gets long in the tooth. I mean, without giving out spoilers, this seasons Lost is just bang your head against the wall crazy, and yet wonderful. It reminds me that as writers sit in their secret writing room and plot seasons on our favorite shows, it doesn't matter if they are writing a serious sci-fi drama like lost or childrens sci-fi like Power Rangers. Apperantly all we the audience wants is to see something cool no matter how crazy or insane the plot.
So that got me to thinking while munching a large pile of pizza rolls how ridiculous Power Rangers is as a show, and yet how adicted to it I was and still am to a extent. I mean, lets be real here. While none of us would cop to being a all knowing, super wise person at age sixteen, if any of us were suddenly attacked in a parking lot in broad daylight by a group of grey spandex wearing retards mumbling gibberish and kicking us in the chest we would probably be freaking out. And yet Jason, Trini, Kim, Billy, and Zack seemed more angry that they lost the fight with the out-of-knowhere appearing creatures than pondering just why in the hell were they targeted for a attack hen California boasts several well known military installations that would be much moe viable targets for a attack on North America.
They are teleported to a small badly decorated room and told by a glass-encased cloud of smoke that he is a morphilogical being named Zordon. Now at this point any normal person would have pissed their pants that they have actually been teleported and are now talking to a cloud of thick cigerrette smoke and a robot that seemed to steal its roaming red light dial from the Knight Rider car. David Hasslehoof's impending lawsuit nonwithstanding, our teens grill Zordon on what happened and who he is with all the flair of asking a mall Santa Claus is he the real deal or a imposter. See, if it was me, I would be have puleld up a chair in that Christmas light decorated room I was being told was a command outpost for a highly advanced team of suprheroes. I would have told that obviously gay robot to bring me some Arizona sweet tea while Zordon went over chapter and verse just who he is and what was happening. But oh no. It seems our Angel Grove teens felt that taking Zordon at his word, allowing him to give us magical coins and massive robotic vehicles to pilot was A okay. Nevermind that he failed to train us one bit, or sought out the US goverment for some highly trained soldiers who would be much more prepared to take on a impending alien invasion.
Jason Scott Lee wouldn't have cared if the Tooth Fairy was giving him powers so long as he could get some and find a reason to justify the single largest collection of red shirts by a heterosexual North American male. Billy was thinking to himself "1 blue power coin times ten bullies asses I could kick per afternoon before my curfew equals..." Kimberly Hart, valley girl, gymnast, cheerleader, ametuer pilot, owner of a minor overbite was ready to go as soon as the coins were shown. Zack was thinking to himself "If being a superhero doesn't impress Angela, nothing will." Trini wanted to speak up and say this was crazy, but when in Rome...
So as the proper, straight, virginal, racially diverse group of friends stood before the talking cloud of marijuana smoke and the Knight Rider gay robot they choose to take on the responsibility of protecting the world long before any of them achieved something as simplistic as a high school diploma . Yes, that was one hell of a run on sentence, but of well. I'm on a pizza roll high.
Then we get to our villan, Rita Repulsa. Locked inside a cheesy looking antique vase buried on the world, after ten thousand years she's free and wants to conquer Earth. Not get a shower or a hot meal or anything normal. Nope, not our Rita. She decides to take her Planet of the Apes rejected stunt man outfit buddy Goldar, the genital-less duo of Baboo and Squat, and the brilliant Finster. Now that Finster fella, he was smart, but he was dealing with a collective group of villans who's combined brain power coul not fuel a flea motorcycle around the inside of a Fruit Loop. Rita, who's right arm would easily make her a major league baseball hall of famer, didn't have the common sense god gave cabbage, and her soldiers the Putties would have a hard time beating the combined might of all four Golden Girls.
If you think there is any cities fire, police, and emergency department's can hold a candle to those who served in AG then you probably want Bush to serve anothe 8 years. I bet the stress level for the average fireman was so high they all popped Zoloft's like Tic Tacs. The sheer amount of buildings destroyed each and every weekday at 4:30 PM sharp had to drive them sheer out of their minds.
Ernie, kind hearted and sweet as the day was old, was obviously laundering money for the mob. Really now, how could he keep his youth center open seven days a week, offer free smoothies and sandwiches, never charge anyone for anything, and always beesmiling? Easy. He was stacking 10 grand a week from the Gambino family. In the underworld he was known as Fat Ernie. Not for his eight, but his bank account. I promise you if Ernie ever got audited he would disappear faster cocain in front of Paris Hilton.
So what is the purpose of this lonmg post? What was my original plan? What did I ant to convey? i don't have a clue. I just wanted to talk about Power Rangers and be silly and just eat these pizza rolls until Lost goes off.
Goodnight everybody:)
Shawn
So that got me to thinking while munching a large pile of pizza rolls how ridiculous Power Rangers is as a show, and yet how adicted to it I was and still am to a extent. I mean, lets be real here. While none of us would cop to being a all knowing, super wise person at age sixteen, if any of us were suddenly attacked in a parking lot in broad daylight by a group of grey spandex wearing retards mumbling gibberish and kicking us in the chest we would probably be freaking out. And yet Jason, Trini, Kim, Billy, and Zack seemed more angry that they lost the fight with the out-of-knowhere appearing creatures than pondering just why in the hell were they targeted for a attack hen California boasts several well known military installations that would be much moe viable targets for a attack on North America.
They are teleported to a small badly decorated room and told by a glass-encased cloud of smoke that he is a morphilogical being named Zordon. Now at this point any normal person would have pissed their pants that they have actually been teleported and are now talking to a cloud of thick cigerrette smoke and a robot that seemed to steal its roaming red light dial from the Knight Rider car. David Hasslehoof's impending lawsuit nonwithstanding, our teens grill Zordon on what happened and who he is with all the flair of asking a mall Santa Claus is he the real deal or a imposter. See, if it was me, I would be have puleld up a chair in that Christmas light decorated room I was being told was a command outpost for a highly advanced team of suprheroes. I would have told that obviously gay robot to bring me some Arizona sweet tea while Zordon went over chapter and verse just who he is and what was happening. But oh no. It seems our Angel Grove teens felt that taking Zordon at his word, allowing him to give us magical coins and massive robotic vehicles to pilot was A okay. Nevermind that he failed to train us one bit, or sought out the US goverment for some highly trained soldiers who would be much more prepared to take on a impending alien invasion.
Jason Scott Lee wouldn't have cared if the Tooth Fairy was giving him powers so long as he could get some and find a reason to justify the single largest collection of red shirts by a heterosexual North American male. Billy was thinking to himself "1 blue power coin times ten bullies asses I could kick per afternoon before my curfew equals..." Kimberly Hart, valley girl, gymnast, cheerleader, ametuer pilot, owner of a minor overbite was ready to go as soon as the coins were shown. Zack was thinking to himself "If being a superhero doesn't impress Angela, nothing will." Trini wanted to speak up and say this was crazy, but when in Rome...
So as the proper, straight, virginal, racially diverse group of friends stood before the talking cloud of marijuana smoke and the Knight Rider gay robot they choose to take on the responsibility of protecting the world long before any of them achieved something as simplistic as a high school diploma . Yes, that was one hell of a run on sentence, but of well. I'm on a pizza roll high.
Then we get to our villan, Rita Repulsa. Locked inside a cheesy looking antique vase buried on the world, after ten thousand years she's free and wants to conquer Earth. Not get a shower or a hot meal or anything normal. Nope, not our Rita. She decides to take her Planet of the Apes rejected stunt man outfit buddy Goldar, the genital-less duo of Baboo and Squat, and the brilliant Finster. Now that Finster fella, he was smart, but he was dealing with a collective group of villans who's combined brain power coul not fuel a flea motorcycle around the inside of a Fruit Loop. Rita, who's right arm would easily make her a major league baseball hall of famer, didn't have the common sense god gave cabbage, and her soldiers the Putties would have a hard time beating the combined might of all four Golden Girls.
If you think there is any cities fire, police, and emergency department's can hold a candle to those who served in AG then you probably want Bush to serve anothe 8 years. I bet the stress level for the average fireman was so high they all popped Zoloft's like Tic Tacs. The sheer amount of buildings destroyed each and every weekday at 4:30 PM sharp had to drive them sheer out of their minds.
Ernie, kind hearted and sweet as the day was old, was obviously laundering money for the mob. Really now, how could he keep his youth center open seven days a week, offer free smoothies and sandwiches, never charge anyone for anything, and always beesmiling? Easy. He was stacking 10 grand a week from the Gambino family. In the underworld he was known as Fat Ernie. Not for his eight, but his bank account. I promise you if Ernie ever got audited he would disappear faster cocain in front of Paris Hilton.
So what is the purpose of this lonmg post? What was my original plan? What did I ant to convey? i don't have a clue. I just wanted to talk about Power Rangers and be silly and just eat these pizza rolls until Lost goes off.
Goodnight everybody:)
Shawn
