How about sad stories of how we got into the stupid show?
Let's see... 8th grade, maybe 9th, I would visit a friend of mine, he was Indian and I was half-Indian. When I would sleep over, his little bro the next morning would be watching the damn show. I was like, what is this faggot crap? But he was dedicated to it. I watched it, only to make fun of it, wondered where all the cartoons on NBC had gone. I think they had something else, maybe two other things. California Dreams, does that sound right?
Anyways, I would watch tidbits of it, but it seemed like horseshit. When it came on reruns on TBS, I would sit down, watching bits of it, seeing again what the value of it was. I was mesmerized by something. Somehow it got me to watch a few episodes of the college years. I knew it sucked bad, but I was stuck in a trance. Amazing considering I couldn't watch a whole episode of Melrose or Beverly Hills. Maybe I just like looking at Tiffany Amber Theissan. Or was it Zach I secretly yearned for?
Ren and Stimpy had a higher intellectual value, but alas, I think my extended basic cable ran out. I lost that beloved channel. Maybe that was why I was stuck with that crap.
