Childhood, revisited

There were few things as a child that I loved more than Thundercats. I went through a Power Rangers stage as well, in fact I remember when Power Rangers first came out and all I wanted to do was watch episode after episode. Thankfully I’m over that. But I also loved Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Tin-Tin. Ooh, I also miss Hysteria (a show about history, even as I child… man…), Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain. I still rue the day that I didn’t buy the Pinky and the Brain complete season set when it came out because it cost too much money. What was I thinking? I was thinking I wanted to save Brandon and I some money and he just let me walk out of Target without my childhood some part of my adolescence. Argh!!

Ok, so let’s prioritize:
1. Pinky and the Brain (The writing is just amazing on this show)
2. Thundercats (Funny story, read ahead)
3. Hysteria (Who doesn’t love learning about Lizzie Borden through cartoons)
4. Tin-Tin (007 trapped in the body of a kid, and a doggie sidekick)
5. Animaniacs (burping all 50 states in song, honestly, need I say more?)
6. Sabrina the Teenage Witch (fine, mostly I liked Harvey)

Let me just say that Pinky and the Brain was easily second to none in writing for a kid’s show. Now that I think about it, it was probably geared toward teenagers. The Simpsons’ are great, but that’s geared more toward adults so duh, the writing has to be smart. But Pinky and the Brain really raised the bar and made us kids think about the context in which Pinky and the Brain found themselves. For example, the time that Brain was Don Cerebro and Pinky was Sancho Pinky. An allusion to a great classical work, I mean, c’mon! That’s genius!

This clip shows my favorite combination of mice and history. My favorite lab mice and my favorite band:


Before my Pinky and the Brain infatuation matured into the love that you can marry, there was Thundercats and only Thundercats. This started early. I must have been 4 or 5 when the attraction became strong and I wanted nothing in the world but to be Cheetara. She’s the really fast girl with Cheetah spots and her weapon is a big stick. I forget what those ninja big sticks are called. Anyway, when I was five my grandpa and I were watching Thundercats together at the foot of someone’s bed. Quietly I disappeared and came back with a broomstick, much in the style of Cheetara’s giant stick. I quietly climbed on the bed behind my grandpa, then I quietly stood up behind Grandpa, while quietly raising my giant stick in the air I shouted, “I am CHEETARA!!!” that proclamation was followed by swift blow to my grandpa’s head. Needless to say, my grandpa was not excited about being hit on the head with a broomstick, but he bore it well and let me off the hook.

Here’s a little clip to jar all of our memories:

Friends?

I feel as if my previous post is going to cost me some friends, which makes me sad, and I hope I'm wrong.

I've been thinking a lot about what I've written and I have to say that I'm sticking to my guns. There comes a time when you have to pick a side. I have picked mine. You may think me archaic, old-fashioned, and a right-wing nut-job. I hardly consider myself all these things, but there you go. I respect if people have picked the side opposing mine.

It's hard to be religious in a world where religion just seems so old-fashioned. And sometimes it's hard for people to accept that the rest of us don't have to automatically love everything others do. Sometimes things just don't jive, blame my religion, blame my gut, whatever, I'm not going to apologize for what I believe.

In essence, I just hope that we can continue living in a country where both points of view are accepted. If my side loses, then I'll move on with my life, and if my side wins, then I'll be happy and I'll move on with my life.

Yes on Prop 8

When I first began to think about this issue I admit I had my doubts. I'm not one to judge on race or status or sexual orientation or anything else for that matter. And it made me uncomfortable to deny anyone rights. I've always considered myself a reasonable person. However, I cannot stand by and let the world in which my children will live be one where they are forced to think as other's do. This is why we're voting Yes on Prop 8.

Voting yes merely protects everyone's right to teach their children as they please without interference from gay activists groups as they shove their ideals down our throats. I can love and be friends with any homosexual person or couple and not support them at a gay parade. I can be friends with a Jew and not share their religious views. I can be friends with an anarchist but that doesn't mean I'm going to join in their latest coup. If Prop 8 does not pass, same-sex marriage will open up the doors for people to be forced into beliefs they don't share. Case in point, the fertility expert that was sued by a lesbian couple because he didn't feel comfortable with treating them. Or check out this video.




That video is true story. Weird, right? Why would a child in kindergarten need to know about same-sex marriage? To five-year-olds people are people. I'd like to think that as a parent, my right to monitor what my children will see at the age of 5 is still valid. It is my duty as a parent to teach my children tolerance, equality and love, but it is also my right to do so a time that I think will be appropriate for their age and level of understanding.

Passing Prop 8 will not lose anyone their rights (except distraught parents), homosexual couples will still have legal rights to do as they wish as mature adults, as they should. They will still have benefits, they will still be able to live together, to sue in case of persecution, to love each other and to live in the pursuit of happiness.

Furthermore, I don't want my church (which does not condone homosexuality, but does condone love and tolerance of everyone regardless of sexual orientation), whose beliefs I support and follow to be sued because we don't feel it in line with our beliefs to perform temple same-sex marriages.

Please vote yes. Voting Yes merely means everyone's right are tolerated, not just theirs or ours..

New Favorite Quote

Whilst in England, Brandon and I mourned over the fact that the BBC has funnier shows than we in America do. True, their censorship laws are a little looser but still funny.
It was one late Angloafternoon when we discovered the Peep Show.

It's kind of like a British "Odd Couple" but with a slightly different dynamic. Also, these guys are the UK versions of Mac and PC. I'll leave you to guess who's who.

It was the Peep Show that has provided me with my new favourite quote. And let me preface it by saying that when you work in an office it just sits in the back of your head. Picture you walking down the hall desperately trying to find something clever and witty to say to your oncoming coworker, but coming up short and finding that your only way of acknowledging them is a polite nod. So here's the quote:
"Ah, the nod. The mark of the human. You're a human, I'm a human, what more is left to say?"