Okay.  So this is pretty awesome.  Like, in a campy, cheesy kind of way.  Exactly what I wanted!  Nothing better than watching cartoons on a Saturday morning.  With Griffen staying with Sara and Jason, Mo was able to rest in peace, and I was able to watch my DVD.  The world is good :-)

So, I like how they said, “You know what, laws of space physics be damned.  We’re making an entertaining cartoon for kids, by God.”  You know, breathing in space, walking around in space without, you know, imploding, falling in space…and that’s just the good guys.  I forgot that the bad guy rode a space squid.  Yup. 
Space.  Squid. 
And, a sad bit of history.  At the end of each episode, there was a little bit of space trivia that covers information about the solar system.  One question was, “How many planets are in the solar system?”  “Nine.”  NO!  Wrong!  Well, it is, now, anyways.  Now that Pluto’s a ‘sub-planet’ (BS!!), we now have eight planets.  What a crock of crap.  Overall, though, I couldn’t be more satified with my purchase.  Make sure you go in with expecting you’d see 80’s cheese and camp, and you’re not disappointed.  Fun stuff.

I never did comment on the Phillies winning the World Series.  Let me start by saying, “Pbbbbbbbbbbt!!!!”.  It’s nice to see the National League take the championship, but MAN, why did it have to be the Phillies?  If it was anyone else other than the Phillies (…and, well, the Dodgers and Mets…and Astros), I’d be thrilled to death.  This is the first time in a LONG time that I was rooting for the American League…actually, the first time that I ever recall.  You couldn’t not like the Rays.  A bunch of young kids that played hard nosed ball, beat the beasts of the East, a team that didn’t spend a buttload of money on their team… Man, just good stuff.  If baseball was a Hollywood movie, they would have won in Game 7.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be.  Still though, I hope they keep their competitive edge and make both Boston and New York earn victories instead of marching over everyone. 

Man, I can’t tell you how many times when I was a kid that I wanted a metallic bird sidekick.

Anyways, we’re out for the weekend, heading to French Lick.  I want to do nothing but relax.  It’s supposed to be quite a thing, but, meh.  I’ll just crash.  That, and gambling’s not my thing.  It’s not that I don’t like to, it’s that I’m incredibly bad at it.  How you can be bad at spinning a slot machine wheel is beyond me, but I’ve perfected being bad at it.  If I’m going to blow my money, I’m going to blow it on G.I. Joe or something like that.  My money’s still gone, but I got something to show for it 😛

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