I was too old for Pokemon, but my brothers watched it after
they took Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers away from us. I never understood
why the men and women in white lab coats running test groups thought it
was too violent for kids, but then I was too busy being the blue ranger
kicking yet another monster’s butt for the sake of the giant green
head at the time. So what if my borther Kelly wasn’t really a monster
– I still won the fight and he still has the scars from head stitches
to prove it.
My brothers were also a bit too old for Pokemon but in the stonewashed
jean existence of my past there was no teletoon. Pokemon was the only
after school cartoon we could get. People aren’t going to be happy
to read this, but I have to come clean and finally reveal the truth despite
the consequences. Pikachu was a girl. I probably should have eschewed
Pokemon for DeGrassi – but let’s face it – no one ever
watched DeGrassi.
My parents were sold on the idea of the sega genesis as I believe they
thought it was the revolution in gaming. They were upsold on Echo the
Dolphin and I believe that my wife’s comic has the ring of truth
as the sale’s man at the Radio Shack (those unbuttoned dress shirts
over solid color t-shirt days didn’t have E.B. Games) spoke with
glowing enthusiasm about Echo’s sonic stun attack and ramming speed
velocity. Now, to be honest, Echo was cool… the rest of the game
– trying to find your way in a you-never-know-if-it-is-hostile world,
repetitive soundtrack and tragically lame plotline – was not. Why
am I suddenly desiring a sequel? Echo the Dolphin: 2na Fish Sandwich.
Kyle
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