The inescapable A**hole (a play on the Incredible Hulk)

It's times like these when I truly wonder how small is Dayton, Ohio and who I hang out with...

A while ago, in the days of "Free your thoughts...", there was a couple I befriended that beyond being in that student organization but were nerds like me. She, Ariel, had a serious Sailor Moon obsession  while he, Asshole Mcgee, like his fair share of anime and Hong Kong movies. I was friendly with them, Ariel more than Asshole but I tried to be friendly to both when I saw them. Then, out of the blue, the two broke because...well, being in that group had that effect on people. Ariel blamed the group and cut all ties with them, probably from also seeing the writing on the wall but Asshole stuck around...

Yes, I will be referring to him as Asshole Mcgee throughout the blog. If I change it, it'll be to something similar like, Shit Breath, Fuck Nugget or Madam Lameborne. Guess which one of those is close to his real name.

Anyway, even after leaving that student group, Asshole Shit Breath was still a factor in my life due to the group of  mutual friends we had. I always played nice with him, even befriending the guys he lived with at the time. A mutual friend of ours, Dil, always mentioned movie nights that the guys at house always had and I was intrigued. I loved movies and I liked being around these people, despite feeling like the token, but I was never invited to these events. After a barbecue at their house, which we dubbed "cyborg house" (don't ask), they had announced they were having a movie night the next night. I kept hinting that there was a possibility of me showing up but I think no one, mostly Shit Breath, took me seriously. Oh, this is where thing get ugly...

The next day, as you can guess, I showed up for movie night, which surprised the shit out of some people. Well, my appearance seemed to piss off Shit Breath Fuck Nugget because after kicking around for about 15 minutes, Fuck Nugget and a couple of my friends walked up to me, asking me to leave. In my brain, I was thinking to myself "Which one shall I choke out first?"until Dil pretty much begged me to leave. I just turned and left, ignoring Dil even asking to drive me home. If I ever felt humiliated, if I ever began to hate white people, it would've began with that event. I proceeded to not speak to that group of friends for quite some time.

Months later, I ran into some of them at event happening at my old university where they apologized profusely. I think I punched Dil in arm for my troubles and went on to forgive. They proceeded to tell me how horrible Fuck Nugget Madam Ramborne became through that time period and I just laughed about hearing them finding out how terrible a person he was. Yet, most of these people still associated with him. Through time, they've began to disassociate with Madam but he keeps finding ways to show up in my life. Hang outs, on my way to work, this summabitch keeps popping up. I do my best to ignore him because if I didn't, I'd be in jail. Some friends still speak to him when they see him, which I guess would be the right thing to do. I've even had a friend who used to date him one ask why I won't squash things with him. It's very hard to squash things with someone who has made you feel so low. There's still friends who still affiliate with him (the main one I'm thinking of doesn't know about the problems we have) but you can't pick who your friends are friends with. I will always see Madam Rambone as the inescapable asshole, point blank, period.

GOD! It feels good to vent

Thundercats...Moar?

,This is a calmer approach to what I originally was going to write. This is a response to a response video done by Bob Chipman, known over the internet as MovieBob. In his video, Bob said that upcoming Thundercats reboot is a complete 180 from the original 1985 show, that fans of the original show don't have a reason to be upset about the new show because the new show is not for them.

I wonder which Lion-O has the bigger sword...

With this, I do completely agree with Bob. This isn't my ThunderCats and therefore, I have no reason to watch it. Those who are hanging on a heart attack about the show, please and do the same. This, however is where our agreement ends. Bob goes on to call the original Thundercats and other shows of the time, i.e. the 80s, brainless 30 minute toy commercials. Oh, Bob, now you've landed yourself in a minefield.

As an 80s baby, I have fond memories of those "mindless 30 minute toy commercials" and have actually had the chance to sit down watch a few of them recently. Guess what? They're not as mindless as you think. This isn't rose tinted nostalgia talking, this is mid 30s cynical me. Most of the my favorites had timing, stories and humor that made me say "How in the hell did that end up on a kids show?" I remember listening to the BGN Podcast where the creators of Jem (yes, that Jem) were guest on  the show. When, someone called the show and others like it 30 minute toy commercials, Christy Marx, the brain behind the show, let the audience know of the effort put onto these shows, including the writers and voice actors. Marx also said she's run into fans who have thanked her and said they were inspired to write or do music by Jem. I know 80s cartoons have gone to inspire me to write. You can't shit on that.

Now, if there is a same reboot with Silverhawks, then I'd be pisseed.