Holy shit, time flies. Must have been some, what, six-seven years since the a guy with a cap and a poorly-attached tie first sat down and made some jokes at the expense of a hideously dated and condescending anti-drug cartoon crossover. Though not particularly insightful, it was actually pretty damn funny, and saturated with infectious energy powered by the creator's genuine, if almost inevitably disappointed, nostalgia.
All of us have been there at some point; sitting down with some childhood film or TV show on some late Saturday evening only to find out that "Shit, I wasted my time on some pretty crappy stuff." Everyone can relate to that. And for a year or two, things were good. Semi-weekly deep-dives into the good and bad (definitely, mostly bad) memories of childhood. Non-committal, quick and easy entertainment, almost like the shows themselves.
Then something happened. No one really knows how or why. For whatever reason, the early bird of quirky, quasi-autobiographical internet personalities attracted others with belief, misguided or otherwise, in their own talent to become such. Combined with the usual inevitable quality decrease of a relatively-long running weekly episodic show, it became apparent that the NC shows were quickly devolving into a springboard for others to amass some of this fickle, pointless thing called "fame." And when something becomes all about motivators such as fame or money, chances are the soul of what made an original creation good in the first place goes away. well, whether it did or not, the NC was just never gonna be the same. It wasn't my show anymore.
Ain't watched NC regularly in years, only when a movie I've actually seen comes up. A few years back, heard Mr. walker retired the NC. "Good on him," I thought. It's good to know when to quit. Then he started doing it again out of nowhere. Huh. Nowadays, when our paths meet again on the glorious information superhighway, he looks bleary and bored. I can't blame him. You guys... you wouldn't keep having him do this if he doesn't want to... right? Think about it.
Do we really need someone to remember for us anymore?
Holy shit, time flies. Must have been some, what, six-seven years since the a guy with a cap and a poorly-attached tie first sat down and made some jokes at the expense of a hideously dated and condescending anti-drug cartoon crossover. Though not particularly insightful, it was actually pretty damn funny, and saturated with infectious energy powered by the creator's genuine, if almost inevitably disappointed, nostalgia.
All of us have been there at some point; sitting down with some childhood film or TV show on some late Saturday evening only to find out that "Shit, I wasted my time on some pretty crappy stuff." Everyone can relate to that. And for a year or two, things were good. Semi-weekly deep-dives into the good and bad (definitely, mostly bad) memories of childhood. Non-committal, quick and easy entertainment, almost like the shows themselves.
Then something happened. No one really knows how or why. For whatever reason, the early bird of quirky, quasi-autobiographical internet personalities attracted others with belief, misguided or otherwise, in their own talent to become such. Combined with the usual inevitable quality decrease of a relatively-long running weekly episodic show, it became apparent that the NC shows were quickly devolving into a springboard for others to amass some of this fickle, pointless thing called "fame." And when something becomes all about motivators such as fame or money, chances are the soul of what made an original creation good in the first place goes away. well, whether it did or not, the NC was just never gonna be the same. It wasn't my show anymore.
Ain't watched NC regularly in years, only when a movie I've actually seen comes up. A few years back, heard Mr. walker retired the NC. "Good on him," I thought. It's good to know when to quit. Then he started doing it again out of nowhere. Huh. Nowadays, when our paths meet again on the glorious information superhighway, he looks bleary and bored. I can't blame him. You guys... you wouldn't keep having him do this if he doesn't want to... right? Think about it.