When You Finally Give In When I Tell You Your Favorite TV Shows SUCK

(AKA jumped the shark)

Jumping the shark basically means when certain shows fall into a dramatic, sudden and extremely stupid plot twist to hopefully get good ratings and stay on air. The term was an idiom created by John Hein and originated when a character  on Happy days actually jumps over a shark as he was told my writers and producers that it will be his quest for a chest full of good ratings.

WELL GUESS WHAT, it never works!
Except when you kill off characters, most of the time it's the ones that i find annoying so I'm A-OK on that.

Dexter's slam piece for the first five seasons was annoying as Helsinki. Thats a place in Finland. I told everyone i stopped watching the show cause of her but when i was told she dies in season 5, i might start watching again.

Or can't we remember Scrappy Doo?
Oh god it was Super Annoying. When i was three and when Scooby Doo was over and Scrappy Doo came on, i changed the channel. Even three year old me had decent taste.

Usually when people ask me if asians kill and eat dogs, typically, those of oriental descendent would deny, but in this situation i would actually make an exception if i was in such a scenario with one of the worst spin-offs in television history.

But if we were to go further into the Scooby Doo Franchise, have i told you the extremely new and recent show

MYSTERY INCRAPORATED INC

You see, this all happened when my netflix connection was down and my messed-up japanese websites that i usually go to forgot to pay their web hosting fee THAT I WATCHED THIS ABOMINATION.
My innocent dog with a lisp, silly but courageous slacker, nerd, preppy yet initiative chick, and the team builder guy was gone!
Instead they have Velma and Shaggy ACTUALLY getting it on. That's more than Daphne and Freddy did in the entire show series! They even edited her so that she had some stupid bow on her head and awkward physique. They basically failed at her looking hipster.

WAAAAAAIT A MINUTE?!
Are those TITTAYS?????????
i mean mammary glands.

"Hi gais, I'm Velma, I'm the new sex symbol of the show"

But i think the show that everyone could agree with me on is, you guessed it-

When the awkward figure who was the star and base of the hilarity (being pathetic and constantly ripped on) went to further his acting career by being Venom on Spiderman 3, the show basically went to the toilet.

Why it was loved:
The clashing personalities and humor was a hit and created a large fanbase among our current generation for we grew up with the show.  It's character is relatable since at times, it is funnily stupid and other times, sentimental.

Why we remember it as sucky:
The show token (Fez) who was constantly ripped on as well became the playboy. The old playboy became the fatherly type. The main loser guy left as was replaced by a bad actor who shared very similar in quality and looks to the original character( the writers were probably all "i dont think any of the viewers would notice"). As well as other features to why it went plop on the toilet.


There's also Good Luck Charlie the movie

The mom on the show gets pregnant again, and i thought the show was already bad. Apparently Disney heard me and tried to 'show me' how even worse the show can get by having another little midget on the show. I don't watch the show, i don't know where this is going to go but perhaps this'll be another failed attempt on trying to be like Raising Hope.
I watched the movie on Christmas, it was super sad. All i know is that every season they might change the title to 'Good luck ______' and they'll change around the names for each kid in the order they decide what to name hurricanes. Cause that's what it was. A horde of crap flying from the sky.

If so, please have your kid watch this terrible movie instead

It's a good family movie to watch with grandpa and the kids. Especially the unrated one.

I'm such an inspirational photographer

Ahhh. I think quickly for ideas about the life of Rome, the life of Ceasar and those who killed him and betrayed him and who also loved him. Tik Tok Tik Tok, i forgot to take a picture of Ceasar dressing at the supermarket or Ceasar's Pizza. QUICK! it's something close to me, something i see everyday but never pay attention to, something I've never looked at and thought about how wonderful and beautiful it had been but always overlooked it. What is it?

I have the photograph of the fashion of the Romans. Alas! My linen and towels cabinet! There's more of it but your eyes cannot withstand the greatness of what my mom likes to buy when she's out at JC penny or some other department store i don't care about. This relates to the Romanesque life and of the great Ceasar and his traitors in the way that they themselves fashion in these embroiders. These clothing experience themselves in the plot, they feel the blood, the stabbing. they clothe the poorest, the hungriest, and the angriest(who happens to be extremely gullible in the play). And they adorn the rich and the noble who have time to sit and think of ways to take down a Ceasar.

Of course I'd post Kim Jong Il, what did you expect?

Basically it's an article informing people beyond the 'forbidden world' of outside North Korea, that they will be preserving their dear General's body. Why i choose this article is because of how Kim Jong Il brainwashed his people to love him despite through the extremely rough times of his country. Such as no ability to question and death to one and one's entire family for being born to understand that 'it could be worse' (where some people are very badly malnutritioned which means nearly everyone because it is communist) to 'o wait if we changed this it could be-' DEAD. Hopefully Kim Jong Un, his son fails from having North Korea break out of their shell.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-16523768

WHY WE SHOULDN'T HAVE GAY MARRIAGE

It was a warm and sunny day, the birds were chirping, the trees were singing, and my cat is currently in heat. Mrr. Potato was screaming as if in labor, Mr. Potato was holding his hand and OUT! slowly opens the petals of the pretty potted flower plant and fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffplop! it then farts and what comes out a bashful, batting-lashes dookey, aka Perry Potato. Because this is how potatoes are planted. Trust me.

Growing up, Perry was different from the other Produce. He noticed that when  Brock the Broccoli would be around, all the other vegetables would be having a "hard time." But no, not Perry. Perry was confuzzled, stupidly and extremely confuzzled. Perry was so confuzzled all throughout his life until he finally becomes an adult and that's when everything had changed.

Perry Potato met Penny Pear.

Perry visited his local salad bar and that's when it happened.
And sometimes...... you just find love across the apples, across the bowls, across the salad bar

and thats

when Perry first saw Penny, Perry's life had stopped. all objects, expressions, physics, and matter had slowed down and paused for Perry. Even the earth's rotation had stopped. The only sound that could be heard in the whole world was Perry's breath and the beat of his heart. Perry walked towards Penny in the frozen, still crowd. It was like the freezer produce section at stater's. His eyes, bright and big, looked towards the one he was amazed and in awe of. But with the world doing a favor and stopping all for Perry. time would eventually continue as Perry was finally now in front of his fork on the road.

"I'm Perry. Perry Potato"
"Im Penny Pear."

This was the meeting on front of the golden, large orange where a vegetable and a fruit would hold hands.
Penny and Perry in the next second become the laughing stock of the fruit bar.

"Fruits and vegetables aren't supposed to be together!" screamed out a random fruit.
Then Perry had a flashback to his childhood.

"Dad, why am i different from other veggies? I got beat up at school and called a tomato"
Mrr Potato thought about it while washing the dishes with his apron. The he replied,"Don't you go on being a tomato!"
"A tomato?," the little tater tot wondered.
Mr. Potato came in, "Yea, son, a tomato. You know how we can't tell if it's a fruit of a vegetable?"
"I thought it was both," little Perry was curious.
"Exactly," Mr Potato said while turning on the Food Network and lit up his cigar. "Don't associate yourself with other tomatoes"
"Yes, now now, go play with Ms and Mss's fruit whose about your age. They moved next door yesterday."
And while Perry was walking out the door, his dad kissed his daddy's neck and Mrr. Potato giggling away was the last thing Perry remembered.

"HETERO!" "GET OUT OF HERE HETERO!" "EW, TOMATOES!"
Perry and Penny grip only got stronger.
"YOU DON'T EVEN TASTE GOOD TOGETHER!"
"ew, how do they share plates together?"
"it's not natural, they don't even grow in the same place together."
"UGH! they can't even make meals together, why are they together!"

The whispers and the insults grew. Another flashback occured.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy"
"SHUT UP BOY!" Mss Potato screamed while cooking grass.
"Why are vegetable and fruits or tomatoes hated?"
"Oh mah Paul Deen! Read your cookbook! they can't mix! It's those flamboyant ingredients that makes me have to explain such raunchy things to my son." He sighed deeply shaking his head and palming his face.
"Daddy, calm down!" dad potato tried to ease his hubby. "I'll explain it to Perry"

Mr. Potato kneeled to reach his little tater tot's height.

"Well you see, Perry, in the Cookbook of Paula Deen, Paula Deen says that they should never mix. All they do is disgusting things to each other which is unnatural. Later in your life, you will meet a nice boy, and make little veggies with him, but for now, take your time."
"But what if i don't believe in Paula Deen?" the potato said. Perry then received a beating.

Another flashback came out.
Dishes smashing. "YOUR SON IS A HETERO," Mrr. Potato screamed.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOU AND YOUR DRESSING-HIM-UP FUN"
Perry could only tighten his eyes and cover is ears.
"WHAT? ME? ITS YOUR FAULT FOR FORCING HIM TO PLAY IN FRUIT BASKETBALL IN HIGHSCHOOL WHEN HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO!"
Vases and figurines breaking.
"VEGGIES DON'T GO AFTER FRUITS BECAUSE THEY PLAY IN A SPORT."
then the family's picture frame broke landing on Perry's feet where he look wide eyed at his injured legs.

"They never said anything about love," he whispered quietly to himself and to Penny as a tear rolls from his face. "They never said anything about love"

To Be Human

It has come to my understanding that they describe me as a savage, ironically, I think of the opposite.

I live in a world where all issues are solved with orgasms and forgetfulness. An issue where if someone had died and his beloved were to be struck with grief is well-an issue. First of all, the people were conditioned to believe that someone's death was pointless and certain. Second, they don't know what love is. Third, there is no sadness because of the existence of soma.This world had chosen to sacrifice freedom for stability.

Orgies, orgasms, objectifying, ooh's, ooh's, and more ooh's. Im disgusted by them all.

He, the controller, created the foundations of our society thinking that he had solved our problems. Why not solve disputes by not having disputes at all? Why not eliminate depression by taking away the happiness that was there to begin with? Why not use drugs and constant sex to create this feeling of forged happiness among babies, children, families, then the entire society? Because this isn't what being a human is.

The difference that sets apart humans from animals is that we can create and we can love and we can cry and we make all these problems and we make so many confusing, illogical actions, that for some reason we try to keep together and we have been surviving for thousands of years for this very reason-to live to the fullest. We cling to each other, we disagree with each other, we hate each other, we learn from each other, we want to grow all together. So who are they to call me savage? They are the ones who maintain the characteristics of an animal. They simply strive for pleasure and follow their instincts. With situations such as death and Othello, The Bible, and Shakespeare, they cannot understand the emotion and its complexity.

It is because of he, that my mother does not carry the traits of a mother.
It is because of he, that no one cared for my mother's death.
It is because of he, Lenina lets herself become an object.
It is because of he, I will never see the art in history created to embrace all feelings and emotions and cries. It is because of he, that I don't have a family to laugh and have dinner with
It is because of he, that I can't make love with the actual love.
It is because of he, I have no one to love and create life with and sleep in bed without having sex and just talk to all night and make jokes and feel cared for.

This is the very ecstasy of love.