Blog 69

For all intensive purposes, this is my last blog! I wish that I would’ve had time to do them all by the deadlines, but that’s what extra credit it for, right? The horrible thing, I can’t think of anything to blog about.

Right now, I’m sitting in my living room, Biology session completed, food cooked and eaten, and siblings on the sofa behind me. They’re watching Nickelodeon, a show that I’ve just been informed in called Victorious. It lacks dimension. I miss the shows of the nineties; I feel like they held more entertainment value and had generally more substantial values.

My friends and I loved Hey, Arnold!, Courage the Cowardly Dog, The Wild Thorn berries, and others. My cousin is obsessed with Adventure Time, while I miss the Smurfs. My favorite was Rocky and Bullwinkle, a throwback to the times when we were still terrified of the Soviets and patriotic propaganda came to us in the form of cartoons. The villains speak Russian and the good guys always fight them on some sort of principle.

I also appreciate Disney movies, the animated kind that were pieces of art and didn’t subscribe to the new Pixar 3-D junk. Don’t get me wrong, early Pixar drew me in, but I miss the good old days of simple drawings that were animated to captivate us. Every screen shot in Bambi is a painting, and each one of those movies had soul.

The good news is that the oldies are coming out on DVD, so I can choose to be old-fashioned if I wish.