12/5/07

TV: Kid Nation "Where's Bonanza, Dude?"


Let Me Talk!

ERIC
Eric has had bit parts in every episode, making him a Wedge (someone in the background who manages to get a minor amount of regular screentime; the Kid Nation universe is almost as sprawling as Star Wars). Remember, he sang that song he wrote in the talent show? And he had some stuff to say about being Jewish? You know, I like Eric. I think he's a good dude, so of course he's in the green district. He talked some smack about Greg and Blaine in the green district bunkhouse after the amazingly effective communication exercise.

THE COUNCIL
Seriously, what the? You know, I thought the sanity of DK and Michael would outweight the teen-frat-douche-itude of Greg and Blaine, but they somehow managed to brainwash DK and stomp all over poor Michael. The shouting match in the center of the town was disturbing on multiple levels. First, how intense DK was about the conversation that he didn't overhear and that, really, I don't think involved him. Obvious result of the scarily persuasive power of Greg. Secondly, Greg and Blaine's 'compliments' to pre-teen girls that were actually borderline smut usually uttered by sexual predators in Miami. I never want to hear either one of them say "mamasita" again. I'm nauseous. At least they made the right decision and chose the letters from home over the...ponies. For real, has there been a clearer choice this season? I can't imagine why anyone other than the tiniest of girls in Bonanza would want a pony. To me, choosing the ponies is like inviting a couple hundred pounds of crap and hair into their lives. I'm sick of Jerkhole Greg now. Where once I thought he had the potential for a riveting Anakin Skywalker-esque fall from grace, I now think he's just a predictable obstacle, as annoying as the AT-STs in Return of the Jedi. Okay, that one was a big stretch. But really, every episode Greg is a total monster, curses a bunch, and then 'learns a lesson' at the end. Bo-ring. Oh, and Blaine thought that a television was invented before a typewriter, telegraph, and phonograph. Blaine...Blaine Blaine Blaine...he's as dumb as his haircut.

LAUREL
So...she went crazy. Expected and pretty pardonable. She's been pretty flawless up til now, so seeing her throw the hissyfit that Taylor probably gives every Christmas she doesn't get a new hot pink convertible was kinda comforting. Laurel has flaws! Laurel feels the sting of rejection and feels it hard! But come on, losing to Michael is totally fine. And by episode's end, she was one with the rest of her district and the proud winner of a gold star.


I Just Like The Recess Part

TAYLOR
Perfection. Seriously, the return of Taylor in this episode was pure perfection. Her defiance in the previous episode was, eh, okay, but THIS one had a complete ARC to it. The episode starts with Taylor and the Taylorettes befriending only the pretty chickens (because ugly chickens can't put on makeup and be pretty) and flipping out when the decision is made to kill them for a feast. After that, Taylor puts her Skechers down and refuses to study, instead holing herself up in the chicken coop with Leila. I just love how the chicken coop has become the equivalent of The Max, Central Perk, the Seinfeld Diner, and all the other numerous TV hangouts. "Hey, where you girls going tonight?" "Oh, just the Chicken Coop, gonna hang out and toss some eggs." Heaven forbid they go to the soda shop, but I guess you can't lock yourself in the soda shope which, as previous episodes have shown, is pretty the coop's main use. After her amazing display of Total Taylor Tude, she was banished from whatever reward they may or may not receive. Of course this is the episode they chose a totally awesome ARCADE. Seeing Taylor suck it up and clean dishes, hundreds of them (as said on cbs.com), was so awesome. It was like perfect storytelling, a lesson learned and dirty deeds done.

SOPHIA
I'm so in love with Sophia. She says she feels like a 30 year old trapped in a 14 year old body and, well, that's what every single person watching this show has been saying since day one. Glad to know she not only knows this, but revels in it. Soph builds her own library which, yeah, looks like a ramshackle teepee with a shelf in it, but any structure that causes Alex to say "Do you think I should trust you with my atlas and my Najavo English dictionary?" is fine by me. By episode's end, Sophia is crowned sheriff of Bonanza. This. Is. Amazing.

HUNTER
Hunter finally picks up his gold star, becoming the sixth green district winner. Not surprising. His work ethic is admirable and him keeping a picture of his family in his pocket was downright touching. Surprise of the episode: Hunter's family has what appeared to be a Cribs worthy house. That kid ain't from no farm.

And surprise surprise, Jared loves to DDR.


Where's Bonanza, Dude?

MIGLE
Migle, the girl who made Alex wonder who Paris Hilton was, was considered for a gold star in this episode. There was no way that a total Zuckuss trying to reach Wedge status was going to win the gold star. Yeah, apparently she's been working hard and apparently she did something kinda like leadership during the challenge (Lord knows Anjay has been happily getting sugar-drunk at the soda shop every night after getting his freedom from the council), but her winning would have been a total left-field WTF. I don't know you, Migle, and frankly, with two episodes left, I want as much Jared-insanity, Taylor-tantrums, Mike-constipation, and Sophia-sociology-lessons as I can get. Plus her name's Migle. And not "Miggle" like it should be pronounced, but "Me-glay" like...I have no clue.

JARED & ALEX
AHHHH!!! CBS! FOR REAL! SCREW KID NATION 2, GIVE US THE ADVENTURES OF JARED & ALEX! Just, oh man, geez, come on! The two of them discovering that cow skeleton played out like the pilot for J&A. Jared's go-get'em attitude, Alex's reserved and cautious support. Alex's encyclopedic book smarts and human computer brain paired with Jared's near maniacal knowledge of insane hypothetical science and his conspiracy-theory leaning beliefs. The. Perfect. Pair. This was really pointed out by Greg during the nomination process who said that giving Alex or Jared could be investing in the cure for cancer or, oh Jared, the invention of teleportation. Really, with a kid like Jared who is liable to either ramble on about teleportation of molecules or flip out and do serious property damage, you need the calming presence of Alex who has never done one negative thing this entire time. Plus, Alex is downright adorable. His moments of despair and anger, on the rare occassion they come up, are undermined by the fact that he has sunlight sensitive glasses and one huge tooth in the middle of his mouth. I want to see these kids at crime scenes, on a space shuttle, in Japan, getting tips from Mystery, and performing karaoke. This series has been greenlit. By me. CBS, take note. And Alex won the gold star because he didn't act like a mental patient in the nominating process. But Jared was totes cool with that, because winning a Nobel prize, is like winning five gold stars...at least! Alex's phone call home was just as logical and polite as anyone would have thought. And Jared got dangerously close to a scorpion.

SOPHIA
My love continues. Another experiment that made the entire town wary of her leading ability. Plus they were all pissed that Sophia wasn't someone they elected. Get over it, kids, your leaders are gonna disappoint you. I was completely not surprised that Sophia did an awesome job. I loved how fair and just she was, how she offered positive feedback while still making sure to get the job done. Laurel, I think you might have some competition in your bid for presidency. And what made me smile even more was that she picked the balloon ride over the monument. Initially I was all for the monument because, yeah, I teared up. BUT a monument at a ranch that they shoot movies at in the middle of nowhere New Mexico compared to a balloon ride, which apparently aren't as prevalent in the rest of the country as they are in Tennessee (just go to any fair, kids). I love that the supposed dictator Sophia chose the frivolous reward. And the council got to hang out with Native Americans instead of riding in a hot air balloon. Yeah...they got screwed.

ZACH
Zach had a freakout, which was totally deserved. And while I'm at it, mad props to DK for calling Greg out on his load of crap he feeds everyone when he knows they're mad at him. And you know, Zach does deserve a gold star. He has the hands-down worst and weakest district and Blaine- who- thinks- cavemen- invented- TV as the guy that kicked him out of office. If you aren't gonna give him $20K, then give him some respect GREG, because at least Zach isn't going to get some poor freshman pregnant. I call it, Greg has at least 4 illegitimate children by the time he's 25. And then an abysmal rap career. He's going down the K-Fed path.

And that's it for the last three weeks. I cannot deal with this show being over next week.

12/1/07

X15: Trading Cards 1990-1991

X15 is a series of blog posts celebrating the 15 years of x-fandom I have experienced. From the 15th anniversary of first seeing the X-Men in Fox's animated series (late October 1992) to the 15th anniversary of my first comic book purchase (January 1993), I will explore every facet of Professor Charles Xavier's gifted youngsters.

As I wrote in a previous entry about my cousins, I was introduced to the Marvel universe through my cousin Matthew's trading cards. His binder of Marvel Universe Series III trading cards fascinated me and began an obsession that would be as strong as my comic book one for the next three years. During this time, the super hero trading card heyday, I would regularly debate whether or not I should buy the complete set of ___ trading cards or the first appearance of ____ in a comic. I spent many Saturday afternoons reorganizing my cards (by team, alphabetically, numerical order, or by character) and studying up on my Marvel knowledge. Much of my general grasp on the Marvel universe comes from these cards.

In these five blog posts, I will share the memories associated with every set of Marvel trading cards that my little sweaty hands grasped back in elementary school as well as pictures of the cards that either have stories behind them or the ones I think are just plain cool. Since I'll be going chronologically, I'll be starting with the two first trading card sets Marvel made. These two were before my time, but still managed to take up a lot of it.

Marvel Universe: Series I (1990)
162 Card Set - Impel

These cards actually hold a special place in my x-memory. The first series of X-Men action figures (to be blogged about very soon) came packaged with the figure's Series I trading card. Because of this, I had Apocalypse, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, and a few others. The rest of the cards I acquired before buying the whole set came from Box Seat Cards & Comics in Hendersonville, the place that my mother eventually learned doubled as a babysitting service for me when she went shopping for fabrics. I, of course, focused on the X-Men cards which explains why I have vivid memories of the Marvel Girl and Professor X cards as a third grader despite these two not getting figures until much later. As a series, I would say that this one was pretty comprehensive. The art on the front, while not as dynamic as later series, is very competent and some of the images are quite iconic. The layout is simple, as evidenced by the clutter free back. Future series would have power grids and designs galore, but this one is void of a lot of razzle dazzle. There's actually an urban legend surrounding the X-Men team card pictured above. Apparently this was the roster that Claremont had planned on using but never saw publication. I mean, a roster with Asian Psylocke, Strong Guy (then known as Guido and mistakenly identified on the back of the card as Sunder, a Morlock), Rogue and Gambit never appeared. At the time of this card's printing, the X-Men were in their aimless phase where no actual team existed. Instead of going with this roster, Claremont would ditch Havok, Rogue and Strong Guy and put them all in matching uniforms. The second series of Marvel Universe trading cards also has this problem, featuring the roster above minus Rogue and depicting a team that almost matches the lineup that actually existed at the time (Havok's in the Series II trading card and was not a member then either).


Marvel Universe: Series II (1991)
162 Card Set - Impel

These cards never found their way inside action figure packaging, so I never really encountered them before buying the entire set years after their initial release. I know I had the Banshee card before buying the whole set, but that's about it. This set is notable because it marks the debut of the power ratings system, the feature on trading cards that I loved over all else. Seeing how smart and strong characters were measured with a handy dandy number became something that I memorized. Beast has a 4 strength, Bishop has a 6 fighting ability, etc. This series features a more complex back and even more detailed pictures. Speaking of details, the series features a 12 card weapons category, breaking down and describing many important artifacts of the Marvel universe. These included Spider-Man's web shooters, Thor's hammer, Captain America's shield and, of course, Wolverine's claws. This series also marks the trading card debuts of Gambit and Psylocke, characters only pictured on the trading card for the non-existant X-Men team in the first series, and X-Force, who receives a rookie card.


Look out, because 1992 is a huge year.

11/29/07

GIMME CHRISTMAS!!!!

Hello, blogging world. I want to introduce you to my love of CHRISTMAS. I just, seriously, really, okay, for real now, I just, really, really can't even sum up how much I love this season and how much I always have. Even before I could grasp what a calendar was and would have to ask my mom nightly if Saturday morning cartoons would be on when I woke up, I knew when Christmas was coming and what that meant. As a kid, it meant presents. I'm just going to be straight up honest. The religious aspect is there, and I totally celebrate all of that stuff, but when you toss a nativity scene and a G.I. Joe Rolling Thunder vehicle in front of a five year old, it's kinda obvious which one gets the attention. Now that I'm older I think that I appreciate the true meaning of it all a lot more. I'm a total fan of giving thanks, and looking back, and paying respects, and all that, so Christmas is great in that respect. I also really enjoy spending time with my family and doing all of our usual traditions.

These have in the past included:
- Putting up a tiny town of miniature houses (Liberty Falls) complete with a tree, tiny pewter figures, and bags of fake plastic snow.
- Arranging my international Santa Claus ceramic figures in a display.
- Celebrating with my mother's family on Christmas Eve, followed by the opening of one present after they all left.
- Wearing a new Christmas sweat shirt of some sort, always made by my mother, and usually involving my hand prints.
- Covering my bedroom in an obscene amount of Christmas lights.
- One year, I decorated the inside of my car with garland.

The traditions currently include (dates approximate):
- Going to Red Lobster on Christmas Eve (2003 - current).
- Watching Miracle on 34th Street on Christmas Eve (1996 - current).
- Family Christmas with my Dad's family, including Dirty Santa (or White Elephant, which is a name that has no Christmas cheer, or Chinese Christmas, which is what my Southern family calls it). A sub-tradition, the inclusion of cheap/nasty perfume Wind Song in the Dirty Santa/Chinese Christmas game (1993 - current).
- Hoppage Bowl. The family football game that takes place in East Tennessee, named after my great grand mother (2001 - current).
- Decorating the family Christmas tree and putting the most embarrassing pictures of me and my sister up front. Mine is my baby's first Christmas ornament where I look high. My sister's is a perfectly decent picture from when she was about 6 or 7, that I think she hates because she looks so uptight and prissy (1999 - current).
- Listening to my Christmas mix religiously. This is a special playlist that I've kept going for a while now, expanding and editing almost every year. I think I'm currently on the 4th version (2000 - current).

This year should be better than last year since I actually have a Christmas tree. That is awesome. That is covered in these.


I'm sure there will be many more Christmas blogs to come. I leave you now with one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite Christmas specials. The sarcasm in it is as beautiful as a freshly born reindeer.


11/23/07

I'm MORTIFIED!

Since all of the junk I've acquired in my last 23 years of living will eventually make its way to my tiny New York apartment, I've spent most of this evening going through it and throwing away the excess (I've said goodbye to a lot of Overpower cards). I just came across a journal I kept for my 4th grade class and, well, enjoy. My current thoughts will be in red.

***
My Earliest Memories
age: 3
Well, it started when I was three. I had a dream that Darth Vader standing at the edge of my bed. He was about to slice me when I darted up and ran to my mom's room. I'm assuming I didn't include my dad in this since he worked nights.
age: 4
I also remember once when I was taking a bath and grabbed my mom's shaver. Two minutes later I called for my parents. I had blood all over my face and hands.My mom nearly fanted. The funny thing is, I wasn't crying. That is funny.
age: 4
Then Preschool. I don't remember who my teacher was but I do remember that she was mean.
age: 4
Then things got better. for pre-kindergarden I had Mrs. Lisa. She was nice. I can remember playing with a potatoe head. I also remember stealing a little Transformers microscope. No way I'd fess up to that in writing then, with the crime still being recent.
age: 5
I was so excited about kindergarten. I had Mrs. Russel. She was okay.
age: 6
1st grade. Mrs. Portman. Bad memories.
age: 7
2nd grade. I had Mrs. Sperlich. I liked her. She visited me in the hospital when I was dehydrated and gave me an off-brand G.I. Joe. She bribed her way into this good review.

***

An Ordinary Saturday
I woke up, my parents are asleep. I go downstairs and watch Cro, Bobby's World, Sonic, Garfield, and X-Men. Then I will play wiht my puppy Lucky. He has a squeeky toy that I throw and he fetches it. Mom cooks breakfast and then it's time for the Tennessee game and I go to my room. I'll start to play with Legos, but soon I get bored. I beg my Mom to take me somewhere but she says no. Holy crap, that is such a depressing sentence. My mother probably said no because she knew 'somewhere' was a toy store and the trip would end with me begging her to "write a check" for a toy (because to a kid, "writing a check" means you don't have to pay for it).

I eat lunch and go watch more television. I will read a couple of comics and draw a few pictures.

Then we go out to eat with some friends. I have no idea who these 'friends' are. I think I added this after realizing how boring and depressing my ordinary Saturdays were.

THE END

***

The Rainbow
I saw a rainbow. It glitered in the sun. It's oclors were pink for beauty, red for love, and yellow for sunshine. It would be fun to slide down a rainbow. They would make wonderful Valentine's Day presents. Speechless.

THE END

***

Thanksgiving
11-29-93

I went to my grandparents house. My boy cousins who are my friends weren't coming and I was stuck with my two girl cousins and their brother who is 3 I didn't have very much to eat. My grandmother forgot to cook corn.

***

12-2-93
A wolverine is going to jump out at the fox and kill it. The people don't see it happen. This from the author of "The Rainbow." I had range! This entry creeps me out.

***

Christmas
1-4-94

On Christmas Eve, I got 5 X-Men figures and one was a bendable one. A Street Fighter 2 and Jurassic Park for Sega. I also got a racecar, and a 10 inch tall Cyclops figure.

On Christmas Morning I got a Sega Genisis, 3 more X-Men figures, and an X-Men game for Sega.

At 6:00 we went to my friends house. We played Jenga, Boldardash, and watched a movie. They gave me Homeward Bound.

Sunday morning at 7:00 we drove down to my grandparents trailor. I got 17 comics, and two models.

Yesterday we took back the racecar and got 7 games. This has to be a typo. I don't think I ever owned more than 7 Sega games and one racecar for 7 games, of any sort, seems crazy unequal.

***

School
3-10-94

School is a place were you learn. You should behave and not talk during class because you might get a treat like watching a movie or have free time.

We come to school to learn not to play and make paper things. I made X-Men action figures out of paper.

Your attention should be on the teacher, not on X-Men or comics and cards. All lies.

You should act good and maybe you won't get your card turned. Card turned once is dictionary word. Card turned again is a long dictionary word. I remember that "run" was the grandaddy of dictionary words due to its never ending number of meanings. It's legend grew amongst students and teachers used it as a warning. "Be quiet, or I'll make you copy run!"

But you can have fun and play at another time because in class is not the time. If you don't pay attention in class, when the big test comes, you might fail it.

Why should you go to school? Because it teaches Math, Spelling, English, and Science. Remember, school isn't the place to play around. We must have gotten in trouble that day, because I can't think of any other reason to assign this. I did make it one page long though, showing that I knew how to stretch an idea for it's assigned length even then.

11/22/07

Gimme Thanks


The actual giving thanks part of Thanksgiving has always been somewhat unsaid in my family. It's usually more about the food and family than doing a roundtable "what are you thankful for?" discussion past the prayer said before eating. This is my first Thanksgiving after starting this blog so I think this is an appropriate place to, just, give some thanks. I'm in Murfreesboro right now, in my old living quarters. I got up at 8:30 AM (what?!), watched the parade on TV, and two Charlie Brown Thanksgiving specials. It's been a relaxed morning.

On to the thanks!

I'm thankful for my car. Every time I come home I happily drive as much as I can. The joy I get from turning the radio up as loud as it'll go and singing along at full blast is unparalleled, especially when New York's alternative is the sometimes invasive and always public subway.

I'm thankful for "Tick Tick Boom" by The Hives. Have you heard this? As soon as the song kicks in, I can't help but be moved, physically, because the force of the music hits you like a sonic boom. Catchy, aggressive, cocky, complete rock and roll. The Hives do it right, and I'm listening to it in my car a lot.

I'm thankful for the Watson's pool girl still being around, no matter how long I go between seeing her Tennessee only commercials.

I'm thankful for all of my friends, in every location, shape, form, relationship, etc. I love getting to see my big social circle in Mufreesboro this week. It has not disappointed. No length of time away can dent these friendships, as far as I can tell. They're solid, the roots going back as long as 8 years. Sure Tofu House was closed last night, but that's not why I came home. I came home to see everyone. In New York I've been lucky to make friends that I can actually do things with, especially people that I trust and enjoy enough to perform with on a regular basis. That's pretty awesome. While most everything is different about hanging out in New York, a good time is a good time.

I'm thankful for the writers currently on strike. Their brave action and the sacrifices being made are going to make it that much easier for the next generation to survive in this ever-changing industry. I only hope that if ever put in that situation in the future, I will step up and act as courageous as they all did for the generation after next. Or generation after the generation that comes after the next one, depending on when I actually make it.

I'm thankful for having a job. Geez. I was an intern just a year ago, a recent college graduate, and I have now been employed for almost 11 months in the industry. That's pretty cool. And I'm thankful that the rest of the time I spend in New York is spent working on comedy. The UCB internship is almost over but I've enjoyed having an active part in the theater.

I'm thankful for my dogs, or really my dog Abby (Minnie growls at me now, which is fine, whatever). Abby has been with me since I was in the sixth grade. Sixth grade! Seeing how happy she was to see me, that just made me feel great. There isn't enough hanging out with dogs to do in New York.

I'm thankful for the current X-Men crossover, Messiah Complex. So far it's been pretty good and actually reminds me of the good ol' days. This could all go horribly wrong, since a lot of crossover events start out great and botch it in the ending, but as of right now, Thursday, Thanksgiving, it's pretty good.

And lastly, and not surprisingly, I'm thankful for my family who have done way too much for me in my lifetime. I wouldn't be doing anything that I'm doing now if they hadn't supported me every step of the way. I like seeing everyone, extended family and all, so coming home means that much more now that I only get to come home 3 times a year.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

11/18/07

X15: Favorite Covers 100-91

X15 is a series of blog posts celebrating the 15 years of x-fandom I have experienced. From the 15th anniversary of first seeing the X-Men in Fox's animated series (late October 1992) to the 15th anniversary of my first comic book purchase (January 1993), I will explore every facet of Professor Charles Xavier's gifted youngsters.

More so than issues or single panel images themselves, comic book covers stick out in my mind as some of the most iconic and innovative works of art in the medium. When done right, a cover conveys what the issue is about in an exciting and eye-catching way. When done wrong, a cover is merely a pin up, a cheap pose by a popular character (Wolverine) to sell issues and maybe look good on a t-shirt. I've gone through my comic collection and beyond to find my 100 favorite covers of all time, in order!

100. X-Men Unlimited #1
Chris Bachalo, June 1993

99. Generation Next #1
Chris Bachalo, March 1995
98. Captain Marvel (volume 4) #21
Chriscross, September 2001

97. New Mutants #100
Rob Liefeld, April 1991

96. Uncanny X-Men #334
Joe Madureira, July 1996

95. New Mutants #60
Bret Blevins, February 1988

94. X-Men #112
George Perez, August 1978

93. X-Men #59
Neal Adams, August 1969
92. X-Factor #130
Jeff Matsuda, January 1997

91. X-Force #51
Adam Pollina, February 1996