(Don't) Believe the Hype.

I'll be the first to admit that I don't particularly care if the old blog ever really picks up heavy traffic. It's more a side project and an outlet for my occassional need to express myself. If anything, I consider it writing practice and a good place to keep ideas in case I ever really do want to put them somewhere of import.

Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want some attention. And I don't mean direct attention. People proclaiming it the best place to be and the like is just rhetoric and wouldn't be true, anyway. Not so long as there's so many pR0n sites out there. Wait. Must not remind people about the pR0n...

It's not like I don't get people here. I have two followers, I have at least one other person that said that they might add me to their watch list, and I swear someone said that they check my blog sometimes and that someone else they know does, too. That means that up to 5 whole people may actually look at my blog in any given week. And almost half of that group might actually read something that I post here. Scary, huh?

Anywho... I've decided to give the old hype machine a good cranking (not a euphemism, get the pR0n out of your heads...). And as all good hype machines must, I should use pointless statistics and useless and easily disputable information in this effort. It is for that reason that I hereby declare this blog, House Rules!, the 857th greatest blog dedicated to comics, gaming, television, and/or other stuff in all of the interwebs.

Now I know what you're thinking. There have to be at least a few thousand other blogs about comics. Thousands upon thousands of gaming blogs. 18 billion TV blogs. 14 quadrillion blogs dedicated to games and gaming. But I ask you this: how many cover "other stuff"? And of those that cover other stuff, how many cover things in Thomas Houston's life? That's right... three (I assume that everyone has at least one stalker out there...). And of all of those many, many places, how many cover it not as an and, but as an or? Or an and/or?

(I know, confusing. But stick with me, because this is where I bring it home...)

So House Rules! is not only the 857th greatest blog dedicated to comics, gaming, television, and/or other stuff, it is also THE Source for all things Thomas Houston. No one else can tell you that... unless my mom started blogging when I wasn't looking. I can't put anything past her...

Search your heart. You know that it's true. I just made a vague reference to Star Wars. That's a movie. I didn't even talk about how I sometimes cover movies. Suck it, Roger Ebert! Did I just tell Roger Ebert to suck it? Holy crap, I must be controversial, too.

Look out world! Controversial blog writer Thomas "HouseT" Houston, presents House Rules!, the 857th greatest blog in the world dedicated to comics, gaming, television, and/or other stuff and THE Source for all things Thomas Houston. And the ride don't stop now. Look out number 856, because I's a'comin' for you!

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No, I don't feel particularly bored. Why do you ask?

With Apologies in Advance to IGN...

Just so that we're clear on what took place last night, and also so I can vent about the events of last night...

I swear it was supposed to be one of those easy, no hassle posts that get knocked out in a matter of minutes. I didn't even put much thought into the text of it aside from making a last second mention of Simon Sez Santa (which is still cool). Drop in the YouTube clip of one game and drop in an IGN embed of Scribblenauts. How hard could it be?

Except for some reason, I don't get an imbed of the Scribblenauts trailer. No, no, no. I get some clip of what appears to be strategy breakdowns for various games. Which is cool, except that I really wanted to imbed the Scribblenauts trailer. And I have to stress, I was really jazzed about showing this game. Three whole people will really care about it when they see it here. But somehow, I can't pull it off. I check and double-check and triple-check the code, but nothing. I do a web search to see if it's anywhere else, and find that while it is, virtually every site has it... you guessed it... succesfully embedded from IGN. So now not only can I not do it properly, but I'm somehow the only idiot in the entire internet who can't. I feel brilliant.

So yes, in a moment of weakness, I went to extreme measures to get the job done. I'd say that I don't apologize, but that would make the thread title terribly untrue. So sorry to IGN.com. You are a cool site and I enjoy visiting you. I meant no disresepct, and I surely don't want to deprive you of any traffic or whatever would be the result of me successfully embedding the video clip from you. I just wanted to show a handful of my friends a cool thing that (at the time) only you had. Please don't be mad at me.

On the Gaming Front: Extra Quirky Edition

It's time to go over a few concepts in gaming that I've found strange, bizarre, and oddly compelling over the past few weeks.

First up is an odd little bit of info that I sutmbled across. While many people talk about making their own games, one man has actually put in the years of time necessary to get very very close to achieving his goal. Robert Pelloni has a game that he's simply entitled "Bob's Game" (go figure). And if his website and this preview video are any indication, he's quite dedicated to it.



Next up (and with a much firmer release date) is a Nintendo DS game that I came across recently: Scribblenauts. The concept, as IGN put it, is hard to explain in words but easier to grasp in a video. Which is good, because I'm feeling lazy and I don't even know how many words a 100 second video would translate into.



As the full preview article explains, they're apparently going through great lengths to have virtually every item imaginable available so long as you can write it down. The game itself seems to work on a system much like an advanced version of Simon Sez Santa.

And by the by, I had totally forgotten that Ol'Santa existed. I gotta go check that guy out again. Ah, the holidays.

Why You Should Leave Cougars Alone

I found this story on CNN about a mother who couldn't just stand by and let her son get convicted. She had to do something. And something, apparently, ended up being this:

She gave herself an extreme makeover -- blonde dye job, fake tan, sexy wardrobe, phony name -- and began spying on jurors. She befriended one juror to root out any possible misdeeds at the trial, and for nearly eight months, they drank at bars, smoked marijuana and shared meals in her tiny Brooklyn hideaway.

To be clear here, this woman - this married woman - went as far as to rent a separate apartment in which to hang out with this targeted juror. Although apparently, all that went on was "some flirting". Right, right...

This only drew my attention because I could have sworn that this was a Lifetime movie at some point. And if it wasn't, then it most certainly will be by the end of the year. Finally, Valerie Bertenelli can put that newly tuned Weight Wacthers body to good use. And the sad part? I'd probably watch it.

Friday is Still Fun Day

So long as I remember to actually post the selected works.

For everyone looking for a cause to support, I give you this one. And for all of the politically charged debates there have been over the past two years, I thinkt hat we can all safely say that young or old, black or white, liberal or conservative... this is truly change we can believe in.

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

(Okay, so I've chuckled at some of his stuff before. Or more likely, at someone else's stuff that he's said before. Ouch.)

And following the love/hate trend... Whether you ended up loving or hating The Matrix, you have to admit that when it's all said and done, it probably would have gone more like this than any of the movies.

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

And for the oddball award of the day: real life Mario Kart. This was generally funny up to the point where it occurred to me that he was actually chucking bananas at vehicles. Hopefully the vehicles around him were in on the bit, too. Otherwise, it could have ended with a terrible tragedy on the highway.

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Who You Gonna Call (In 6-7 More Months)?

On the gaming front (and possibly the movie front, too), there is a new trailer out for the Ghostbusters video game.



I don't know if the game itself will play like anything good, but with most of the original cast coming back to do voices and a plot written by the original writers (not a real stretch since they were in the original cast), this looks like it might be worth playing if only to see the story unfold.

Besides, who wouldn't want to get to be a Ghostbuster? Not one of the original four, but the "fifth Ghostbuster" hired to test dangerous equipment. And its nice to see Winston get a promotion from that position to "guy wh drives Ecto-1". I kid, of course. But it is nice to see Winston be established (or re-established) as integral to the team.

And darn it all if the Ghostbusters theme doesn't still make you want to get up and groove. And as the song makes abundantly clear, it's the only non-porn related industry where you can proudly proclaim that bustin' makes you feel good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Retro Thursday: Saturday Morning Madness

The old school goodness continues, this week going with a Saturday Morning focus. Young bucks take notice. This is how we used to do this thing back in the day.

Once again we go back to the time before basic cable was a standard that gave you many, many options for animated goodness. For this particular show, I'm just going to break down and quote Wikipedia directly:

The 23rd Century, the future is a time of robots and aliens. The people of Earth have banded together along with several other peaceful alien races to promote peace throughout the galaxy, forming the United Planets. As part of the United Planets, the Galactic Patrol — a body of law-enforcers — works to maintain order, under the leadership of Commander Rondu.

However, a powerful criminal organization called SHADOW is out to destroy both the Galactic Patrol and the U.P.. Led by Umbra, a massive cyborg-computer, SHADOW employs sinister agents and incredible schemes to attack and someday rule over all corners of the known-galaxy.

There is one thing that helps to fight against SHADOW; ingenious inventor Rob Simmons — secretly a member of the Galactic Patrol — creates six special robots who can use their unique powers to battle against the forces of Umbra. Together, these robots can unite to form a giant robot called Mighty Orbots, to fight for truth, justice and peace for all.

Strongman Tor, shapeshifting Bort, elemental Bo, illusionist Boo, and munchmaster Crunch. And don't forget little Ohno (every team needs a pet/sidekick). Mighty Orbots!


You have to understand that while many people loved this particular program, it was a personal favorite of mine when I was a kid. What's not to love? Giant robots coming together and laying the smackdown. And speaking of coming together... Orbots, unite!



And for round two, here's a little gem that I used to watch religiously for no reason whatsoever: Pole Position. I think maybe I thought that it was somehow based on the video game (even though I never really liked the video game). Tess and Dan Garrett were part of a secret spy organzation and a vehicle stunt show (which was, of course, their cover). Their cars, Wheels and Roadie, weren't exactly KITT, but they did have a few gadgets including a hydrofoil and hovercraft mode. I spent the better part of a season trying to figure out why you needed a hydrofoil mode when you had a perfectly good hovercraft right there, but that's just my sick kid mind.

Anyways, here's the intro.


Note: The animal is a raccoon/monkey hybrid named Kuma (every team needs a pet/sidekick)
Note the Second: The younger girl is the little sister Daisy (this team apparently needs two pets/sidekicks).
Note the Third: This one will appeal to almost half of my reader base. Tess' car Wheels was voiced by Melvin Franklin. Yes, the man who was part of the Temptations. I learned something new today.

I could do this all day, but since I'm pretty sure that no one will read past the second show I subject them to... er, share with them, I'm going to call it a day.

It's Okay to Say... Anything

I admit this is a bit of a pet peeve of mine, but I figure now is as good a time as any to get it off of my chest. (I warn you that this gets very, very wordy.)

As a writer, I'm pretty picky. My writing is personal to me, and lots of times it gets impeded by the simple fact that I'm not sure that I can share it. Really, it makes no sense to me at all to write an essay, a story, anything... and just never get around to sharing it.

Don't get me wrong. I've got a ton of items sitting on my hard drive that fall into the category of "Things I never got around to sharing." Half-hearted starts to stories, reviews and columns that never properly got off the ground, everything but poems, really (and that's only because I know that only trouble can come from me attempting free verse). But for the most part, when I do get around to writing something, I end up sharing it. Which leads me to the observation I'm making now which is directed at no one in particular:

It's okay to say... anything.

I want to tell you that when I write something and share it with someone (or everyone) I expect a specific reaction. That rarely happens. The only time I ever feel that way is when I'm goofing off on a message board somewhere and I say something that I assume people will find funny. And even then, I'm not completely sure that's what will happen. The Internet is a fickle mistress.

But without fail when I share things with people, I often find the feedback lacking. It's hard to categorize it, because it's not like I expect a full review or a list of typos or anything specific. But I do expect something out of it.

It's possible that I expect too much, but from my perspective I've put a lot of time into these things. And you have to understand my process here in order to understand my point. When I write... seriously write, I generally just do it. No outlines or anything like that. I just sit at the keyboard and start writing. And when I flow, I flow. I want to be humble about it, but there are times when I have reread a good passage of mine from way back when and am shocked at how well I put it together.

But there are other times. They are dark and terrible times when I hit a wall or get stuck or can't turn the right phrase or any of eight other ways to put it. And what usually happens is that I stare at the end of a paragraph for a few hours, and then I put the whole thing away for a day (or a week... or a month). And then, out of the blue, I'll go back to it, read it from the beginning, and then somehow get inspired when I get to the part I was stuck at before. I find my voice. I reach the end. It was a long struggle, but somehow it all worked out.

Now comes the tricky part. I want to show this to someone. But this is not easy. This is, in fact, harder than the actual writing. Because no matter how good I tell myself I am in my head, no matter how good I truly know that I am when push comes to shove, there will always be that little voice in the back of my head that says, "You know they won't like it." And no, that should never matter, but it does and it sucks that it does.

But forging ahead is what we do in these situations, so I find someone (or two people, or a small army somewhere), I shuffle it around for a few days, and then I finally get around to asking them if they want to check out what I read. They, of course, say yes. Because who passes up a chance to read something from a friend, right? So I send a copy or post it somewhere, and then I wait. Wait, as I said before, for anything.

What do I usually get? Not much. There are several theories I'd imagine for the phenomenon. For starters, it takes significantly less time to read an item than it usually takes to write it. In my head, I've spent hours working on something to make it come out right, and someone else will spend 10-15 minutes reading it. It's probably wrong, then, to expect a reader to give me either the feedback or the validation that I'd expect on the matter. Also, there's the fact that the average person will likely not want to say the wrong thing. Clearly a friend or colleague may not be inclined to tell you that they had a problem with or didn't enjoy something you wrote.

Still, I do find myself wanting a little more feedback on things that I write than I usually get. It's nice to hear, "It was good," or, "That was nice," or, "That was funny..." (although sometimes you don't even hear that...) . But at the same time, I do want to hear more. I'd even want to hear some of the negative, if it meant that there was something to hear.

... okay, not too much negative. But anything is definitely better than nothing.

Epic Comic Win

Why do I still buy comics when this book has already been made and can never, in the history of life, ever be surpassed? It's made of win, its father was Pwn, and it's mother was a transistor radio. I speak of none other than the Doom comic book.

No, not this Doom...







This Doom.

Someone actually kept up with this enough to link the entire comic on one page. Dig the environmental message mid-story. Weeping Side of Highway Indian would be proud. And for anyone that's too lazy to follow a link or to... you know, read... here's the audiobook version.



You're welcome.

"How I Spent my Summer..."

Mowed some lawns, watched some TV, built a freakin' plane.

In an all around feel good story, 24 year-old Barrington Irving (who himself is an inspiration all on his own) decided to inspire a group of young men and women by offering them a simple challenge.



And to think, all I got to do was go to youth sports camp over the summer. And I hated it. "Get exercise, meet new people..." Whatever.

Morning Observations

• After being subjected to the end of a marathon of The Parkers, I'm still lost a to why Nikki and the Professor ending up together at the end is supposed to be a happy ending. Doesn't that just reinforce the message that stalking works, it just takes a while is all? But what do I know? That's the same way I felt about Steve Urkel and Laura on Family Matters. That, and that Laura Winslow was one of the most shallow and superficial women on the face of the earth.
• Why is the guy in front of me at the drive-thru window always the one that either needs to make a special order or talk to a manager or whatever it is he needs to do that takes twice as long as every other person in the line?
• How did the movie Batman and Robin manage to go an entire two hours without finding a way to make Uma Thurman look attractive once (and for this example, I'm not counting my mysterious attraction to bookworms)?

Things to Avoid on Television...

Or... How Nicholas Cage robbed me of 90 minutes of my life.

I know what you're saying: I should have known better. But you have to understand my position on this one. I'm coming off of a tooth extraction earlier in the week. I'm just a little under the weather. I caught just enough of a Mork and Mindy marathon the other day to find it quaint and nostalgic, and I had just caught Crank the previous morning and found it to be not so bad.

So when I saw that the Cage-fest known as Next was coming on this morning, I figured, "What the heck?" It can't be as bad as everyone says it was, right?

As Cage's character Chris Johnson says during a critical point in the movie: "Something's wrong... I made a mistake." Only unlike Johnson, I have no power of prognostication. It was far too late into the film to turn around or change my decision. I had been screwed hardcore.

Most of the film isn't that bad. Sure, it's got it's cornball moments, and Cage will be Cage as they say, but the visual effects are pretty to look at. I've watched corny or lame films before. But this film, oh this dirty bastard of a film, has the one sin for which I cannot forgive: the non-ending.

I don't care how pointless or contrived you make a movie. I will literally watch garbage as long as it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But this film had a classic "you should be able to figure out the rest" ending that left me feeling completely cheated. Did someone think there would be a sequel? Did someone decide the effects would sell the flick, so why bother finishing the script up?

Were you just testing the limits of yur fame, Nic? For crying out loud, I defended you in Ghost Rider, and this is how you treat me? I had to watch Jessica Biel attempt to act in this film, Nic. Wasn't that punishment enough?

Ah, well. It's my own fault. I should trust my own common sense next time and just watch... well, anything. Or nothing. A nap would have been more enjoyable in the grand scheme of things. And it probably would have had a stronger plot, too.

Not Quite an Obama-bration

It’s time for a holiday mash-up. All the joy and goodwill of a Thanksgiving post. All the fun of Friday Fun Day. All the old school of Thursday Retro Day. And a little bit of funk.

Okay, maybe not so much of the last one.

First the big update. As any who have stopped by know, I have been on a noble quest this past month. I took on the challenge of National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo, for short), which asks you to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. Well today, it is my fond and sincere pleasure to inform you that I have hit the benchmark. 50K, 30 days. A winner is me. Let us celebrate the greatness with some old school music. You know the song, so sing along. (And yes, I did have to go with the Disco Inferno version. Roll with it.)


I have much more to say on the subject, but I think that for now I'll just bask in the partying. And possibly pass out.

Morning Observations

Things not to do on a Friday morning:

• Spend an hour waiting on your jaw to start aching before taking your pain medication.
• Only have one piece of pie from the previous day's festivities (really, it's good pie).
• Stumble across the Mork & Mindy marathon that you swore that you were going to avoid (this one hurts more than the jaw thing).

Avengers Assemble... Eventually

Tere's a new trailer out for the new Avengers animated series. No embedding allowed or I'd link it here. I could probably get around that, but I'd hate for my first piece of reader e-mail to be from Mavel's law offices. I personally think it fails for showing Giant Man being almost adequate in combat. But hey, at least he grows more than he shrinks.

NaNo: Day 24 Update

Okay, so long time no hear. I was busy with writing and putting off writing. Leave me be.

The good news is that I am just breaking over the 40K mark. The bad news is that somehow, through an accounting error, I am just breaking the 40K mark. As best as I can figure it, somewhere between switching from a manual word count management and an elctronic one, I must have screwed myself.

See, what I decided was that since I was bouncing around to various points in the story, it made more sense to break things up into multiple "chapter" files. So when I went to do word totals, I had to manually write down each chapters count and add them up (using a calculator, of course).

Then two days ago, it occurred to me that if I did a makeshift Excel spreadsheet, I could update each section I added words to ten times more efficiently than if I did it by hand. Genius really, and a wonderful thing to come up with with just ten days left in the project.

But somehow, one of the chapters ended up getting a word count inthe 4000's when it only should have been int he 2000's. And this was after I had put more work into it after the fact. That meant that insted of padding the 40K I thought I had, I ended up pushing just up to that point last night.

But the good news (and this is good news) is that I have hit the 40K mark. I have just enough or more than enough story left to tell to slam right past that, and if my recent dental related adventures leave me as able as they have so far, I should have plenty of time in the next few days to work on it. I want to tell you that it won't mean anything to me to pull this off, but if I can... there will be a party going on. Even if it's just in my mind.

Why Drugs Are Sometimes Cool

For anyone not in the know, I spent the better part of the morning having my wisdom teeth extracted. And while that's about as much fun as you would expect, I have to say that so far, the while thing has been pretty positive.

First, I want to thank whoever invented deep sedation. With any luck, what you did passes as humanitrian work, the likes of which will offset any misdeeds that would otherwise have you hellbound.

Really. They hooked me up to some monitors, got an IV drip going, gave me some oxygen tubeys and then blee blah blur it was over. It turns out my friend Richard was right on point in that you barely remember being out at all (and yes, it is a creepy feeling to go from seemingly normal to having a mouth full of gauze and a lip that feels three times its normal size.

But my mom (bless her and her diligence) was there to get me (legal) drugs and take me home, and for the most part everything after that has been fine so far. Granted, most of the rest of the day involved me sleeping and my mom doing some minor cleaning around my house (really, there's no stopping her), and I don't know where the slight twinge in my jaw that seems to be bulding up will eventually end up, but I'm trying to remain positive. If nothing else, I'm already 200 percent more lucid than I thought that I would be.

... unless I'm not, in which case I will enjoy reading this in a few days and trying to figure out why type "monkey bubble" 400 times in a row...

HouseTV: Giant Robot Advisory

I am a lover of many things. I love comics. I love TV in general, and specifically I love quirky shows and sci-fi. It should come as no surprise, then, that I am a fan of many an anime series. yes, that's "Japanese toons" for those who don't know or who don't want to be snooty about it.

Needless to say, I am more than thrilled anytime a new anime series not only appears but when said series comes stateside complete with english dubbing. I don't mind a well subbed series, but there is still something to a show you can watch without the burden of reading the dialogue. Not to mention since I don't actually speak Japanese, it's interesting to see what nuances an English script will bring to the table (for better or worse).

Which brings me to my current series du jour, a little ditty known as Mobile Suit Gundam: 00 (that's "double oh", just like the start of the James Bond numbering). The astute among you will note that the series is a Gundam series, but fear not. While it features the titular giant robot suits known as Gundam, it is not connected to the main series' continuity. Hence, any of you nervous about not being able to follow the series should rest easy.

That doesn't mean, however, that there isn't a lot going on. Truthfully, you almost need a scorecard to keep up with some of the lesser characters, especially when they pop in and out at will and may take several episodes off before appearing again. But that, to a certain degree, is part of the joy of the series. I've already seen all of season one myself, and what I can say about it is that for all of the many different secondary characters running around, not a single one is a waste of time. Whether you want to believe it or not, they are all connected or will eventually be connected in ways that you cannot possibly imagine. And Lockon Stratos will own your soul.

So if you happen to have the TV time free this Monday night, go ahead and check out Gundam 00. It begins airing as part of Sci-Fi Channel's Ani-Monday block (which has actually had its moments the past few months) at 11PM. I'll warn you that the series starts a bit slow, and there is a lot to keep up with. But since they're showing two episodes a week, that should help offset the learning curve. At the very least check out the intro, and God help them if they did something to the intro! It's one of the cooler themes I've seen in the past few years.

Friday is Fun Day

No, I don't consider this political. I consider this hilarious. Ah, the joy of pardoning turkeys. The one thing I still continue to love about life is that you can't script nonsense like this.



And now for my regularly scheduled nonsense. For everyone that thought that MacGuyver was completely non-violent, he totally hit that one guy once. Sort of.



And you can't have a YouTube clip like that without someone creating a remix.



That guy needs a C-C-C-C-Combo-breaker!

And to close things out, a pair of SNL Digital Shorts. One's a bit old, but they're always classics.

HouseTV: Thursday is Retro Day

At least it is this week. I was going to revisit a few older cartoons today, and certainly a few quirkier ones. But because of a conversation I had yesterday, I felt inclined to cover this pair in more detail. Fans of piggybacking (or straight ripping off) concepts will love this particular discussion.

True glory lies within...



Let's be honest. If you were a child of my generation (meaning you're now an adult in your 30's.. embrace it), then you clearly know of the Thundercats. In fact, Thundercats were relatively popular even outside of my childhood. Panthro, the engineer who was clearly black even though he wasn't (the man had nunchucks and he drove the van... er, Thundertank). Tigra and his whip of... illusion (sigh... well, he was useful once or twice). Cheetara the speedster who single-handedly proved that a brown one piece could, in fact be disturbingly hot. Wily Kit and Wily Kat, the kids who were always trapped or captured. And of course Lion-O, wielder of the greatest phallic symbol known to toondom, the Sword of Omens.

But my story today is not about them. No, my story today is about their lesser known "cousins" if you will. Made of silver, nerves of steel. Partly metal, partly real? I speak of course, of the Silverhawks.

Now, anyone with half a brain could see that the show was a near and clear ripoff of Thundercats. Not that this is a surprise. Anytime something on television is a big succes, someone looks to emulate it. In this case, it is still the same production company, which means that the show itself was terribly similar in concept.

Having said that, there were only a few true recurring themes. The main premise, that of being half-human, half-something (cat-person/metal-person... or specifically metal hawk-person) and the bad guy who inexplicably became more powerful by transforming while reciting mantra (Mumm-Ra/Mon-Star) being the most notable. But from there the shows diverge heavily. While the Thundercats struggled to survive on their new planet Third Earth, the Silverhawks fought crime in the galaxy of Limbo.

And how could you not love these guys? Leader Quicksilver and his bird Tally Hawk. The twin siblings Steelheart and Steelwill. The Copper Kid from the Planet of Mimes (and they should have gone there at least once; the beeping alone could have caused Pokemon level seizures), and Bluegrass. Now I should note here that I was having a discussion yesterday about this show, and Bluegrass was the only one of the original Hawks that I couldn't name. It should be no surprise then, that I had an uber geek moment at work and ended up sending this e-mail to someone I know at 2:52 AM:

His name was Blue Grass. He flew the ship, and
played Hot Licks, his guitar.

No, I did not look it up. Yes, it was still
bothering me. Yes, I should be up at this time of night.

-TH

It was not until I stumbled upon Wikipedia later that I remembered that there were, in fact four other Silverhawks over the course of the show and they each ended up with weapon birds (that's how you sell the toys, yo). But enough pointless rambling. You're here for the clip, right?

Things of note/interest from the intro:

• Bluegrass was lame in retrospect, but cool at the time. Sure, Roy Rogers played his guitar while riding a horse, but did he ever do it while riding his horse through an asteroid field? I think not. Also, Bluegrass could kick Shipwreck's butt any day of the week.


• This show took place back in the olden days, where a rainbow had no implications other than being pretty colors. In this day and age, someone would no doubt be trying discover who was sending a "hidden message" by including one in the exhaust stream of the Hawks' ship, The Maraj. Despite the fact that it's even mentioned in the intro song.


• Shoulder mounted twin lasers are made of win.


• Not seen here but equally cool were the "space quizzes" at the end of the show where Bluegrass would question Copper Kid about his knowledge of space. See, Copper Kid wanted to pilot The Maraj, and this was Bluegrass' way of making him ready. I note this only becasue there were a few select times when Copper Kid did in fact pilot the Maraj. Also, learning is cool.


• Like many intros of the day (and now even), this intro is a measure of degrees better than the actual show was quality-wise. That's probably why I love it so much.

But for those of you who really, really remember your toonage, I'm sure that you also recall that the creators of the above listed shows went to the well one more time with this concept and created the Tigersharks.

Yes, Tigersharks. The show covered the adventures of a team of deep sea specialists exploring a virtual waterworld. Unlike their other toon-mates, however, the Tigershark team didn't remain in their hybrid forms permanently, but instead transformed into them by entering the "Fish Tank" (which is exactly what it sounds like)

Things of note/interest about the intro:

• The Tigersharks show was a part of a syndicated block called The Comic Strip. Since each episode was broken into parts to coincide with the other shows' 15 minute formats, the Tigersharks intro is notably shorter than the average show of the time.

• The only character I really noted on the show was Dolph, who became (naturally enough) part dolphin. This was relevant mainly because of all the other Tigersharks, Dolph was the only one that had to occasionally leave whatever they were up to to and go to the surface for air. Which, considering the goal was to change forms to remain underwater, had to suck for him.

• Unlike the other two shows, I have no doubt that I wouldn't find Tigersharks nearly as entertaining as I do the other two. But then, I didn't follow it nearly as closely either. As an early syndicated block, it was prone to rescheduling and preempting by the network that aired it at will.

• Yes, that guppy looking thing right near the end was a sidekick/pet. Every team needs a lovable sidekick/pet. Ugh...

• Not seen here but fondly remembered was the rally cry used by the team, a telepathic transmission of the message, "Catch a tiger by the tail." This would lead to the responding heroes responding, "Hold on, Tigershark." So the theme song makes more sense, then. Ehh....

And now, because I couldn't leave without giving it up, the original and the greatest: